Another day, the sun covered the people working in the field like a fire umbrella, and Bao Maoying was one of them. She carried a load of firewood down from a high mountain far away. Not only was she sweating all over her body, but she was also burning and uncomfortable. Her mouth was definitely dry.
She put the bundle of firewood on the roadside and prepared to drink the sweet spring water to quench her thirst.
But when he turned around, he saw the old man standing in front of him with a smile on his face, holding an enamel basin in his hand, with several pieces of red flesh and fragrant watermelon placed in the basin. He said to Bao Maoying, "Girl, I am Lao Zou who built a tent in the field to guard the watermelons. Seeing that you are so hot, I specially killed a few pieces of watermelon and brought them to you to quench your thirst."
Seeing how enthusiastic the old man was, Bao Maoying took the basin and said thank you! He squatted down in the shade of a tree and placed the basin on the ground. Just as she was about to reach for a piece of killed watermelon to quench her thirst, suddenly a voice that only she could hear quietly sounded in her ears: Don't eat it, don't eat it, don't eat it, the watermelon pulp was mixed with sleeping pills.
Bao Maoying quickly took away the piece of watermelon that had been brought to his mouth, put it back into the enamel basin, stood up and said, "Old man, I won't eat it, you can take it away!" The old man stared at her doubtfully and asked, Girl, I specially gave you a pot of freshly killed watermelon to eat, why don't you eat it?
Bao Maoying didn't explain, and walked straight to the spring to sip water from the spring to quench his thirst. He heard footsteps behind him again. She turned around, only to see the old man following him empty-handed, still smiling, but in a terrifying way. Bao Maoying took a step back, looked at him and asked, what do you want to do? The old man rolled his cloudy eyes and said, Girl, tell me, I have never understood why you put the watermelon to your mouth just now to eat it, why did you take it away again?
No comment. Bao Maoying replied coldly.
The old man didn't give up and still wanted to pester her to find out. Suddenly I saw a middle-aged man and a woman carrying firewood coming up the mountain road. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "This girl is really ungrateful. I gave her watermelon with good intentions, but it didn't matter if she didn't eat it. She also said disappointing words, as if I had offended her. It was really frustrating."
The two men and women put the load of firewood on the side of the road. Perhaps they heard the old man talking and were not in a hurry to go to the spring to drink spring water to quench their thirst. Instead, they looked at Bao Maoying and asked each other, what happened?
Dad, Mom, just now this old man gave me a watermelon to eat. When I just brought the watermelon to my mouth to eat, there was a voice in my ear saying that this watermelon is mixed with sleeping pills and cannot be eaten, so I didn't eat it.
What a ghost you are. The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He took a few steps back, picked up the watermelon that Bao Maoying had placed in the basin under the tree one by one, and ate it in big gulps in front of Bao Maoying's parents. Say, you two adults, do you think this watermelon can be eaten? I ate it and it was so good!
When Bao Yongshi saw this, he scolded his daughter - it's okay if you don't want to eat, don't talk nonsense. Jian Xiaolan believed that her daughter would not tell lies. She kept thinking: Why is there sound in her daughter's ears? Bao Maoying didn't want to see the old man deliberately eating a few pieces of watermelon in the basin to prove to her and them that there was no sleeping pills in the watermelon. Then he said, Dad, Mom, go drink the spring water and carry the load of firewood. Don't gossip with others.
At this moment, the old man held the empty basin and said unconvincedly, hum, would I mix sleeping pills into the watermelon? I'm not crazy! Besides, sleeping pills don’t cost money?
A few days later, the weather was still very hot. For fear of heat stroke, Bao Yongshi and his wife did not go out to the mountains to chop firewood, and Bao Maoying no longer went out to help her parents carry firewood. She was covered in sweat even when she walked around the house, and she would occasionally wipe the sweat on her forehead with a floral handkerchief.
Seeing this, Jian Xiaolan turned her head with some regret and said to Bao Yongshi who was squatting in the courtyard sharpening the machete. Oh, stop sharpening the machete. Go to the watermelon field to find the old man and buy a fresh watermelon to quench your thirst. Look. How is your precious daughter Mao Ying?
Mom, it's okay. Bao Maoying raised her sweaty floral handkerchief to her parents, grinned, stuck out her pink tongue, and said with a smile.
If I don't go up the mountain to chop wood today, I have to sharpen a few machetes. Although Bao Yongshi said this reason, he still listened to his wife. He put down the machete in his hand and did not sharpen it again. Instead, he stood up, touched the pocket of his pants that covered his buttocks, and felt that there was still money in it. ready to go out.
Go quickly, go quickly. After you buy the watermelon, you can sharpen your knives and sharpen all the machetes. Qu Xiaolan urged.
Bao Yongshi wore a straw hat when he went out, and his already tanned square face looked even darker because it was covered in the shadow of the brim of the hat.
He left his house and walked straight towards the watermelon field at the foot of the mountain. He saw a straw shed on the ground in the distance, but did not see the old man who often squatted there. He concluded that the old man might be resting in the shed.
As he approached the watermelon field, Bao Yongshi, who usually smelled the fresh fragrance of vegetation, smelled an unbearable smell of rotting corpses. Could it be that a dog or cat had died nearby.
After thinking this way, he instinctively raised his hand, took off his straw hat, rolled up the brim, and fanned his nostrils a few times. The smell was still hard to drive away. He would hold his breath, or breathe less, or turn his back when breathing. Every time he did this action, he would speed up his pace according to his inner thoughts, hoping to quickly go to the shed to buy a watermelon from the old man and leave, so as not to smell the unpleasant smell.
But when we came to the door of the thatched shed, the stench became even stronger. He hoped to call the old man out of the hut and take him to the watermelon field to pick a green watermelon. He would knock it with his hands and make a "chuck" sound. He would know it was ripe when he heard it. Then he would pick it and buy it and take it home. His wife and daughter who were waiting at home praised him a few words.
At this moment, he covered his nose and shouted, Oh, I want to buy watermelon. He screamed several times, but there was no movement in the shed, only a particularly unpleasant stench. He simply held his nose with his hand and walked in. When he saw it, he was horrified to see that the old man lying on his back on the bamboo bed had bulging eyes and was dead. His face, even his bare body and arms, were highly decayed due to the hot weather, and the white maggots on the decayed parts were very active. No wonder it smelled so bad. Why did Bao Yongshi have any thoughts about buying watermelons? He turned around and ran back, his heart pounding...
Bao Yongshi did not go home and went straight to Ma'anshan Police Station to report the crime. The police station immediately set up a task force, led by Director Ma and led by Bao Yongshi, and headed straight for the thatched hut in the watermelon field three kilometers away. Before they even got close, they were hit by a stench that made them instinctively cover their noses with their hands.
There was only one forensic doctor carrying a medicine box marked with a red cross. A burly middle-aged man did not cover his nose, but put on a white mask and white gloves. He walked from the middle of the queue to the front, and then walked in first. hayloft. He looked at the dead body of the highly decayed old man lying on his back on the bamboo bed, quickly opened the medicine box and took out the medicine container, which looked like a micro sprayer.
He clicked several times, and the mist-like medicine was sprayed on the corpse, and the stench immediately diminished a lot.
Director Ma led several policemen into the hay shed. Some of them checked the body with the forensic doctor to see if there were any bruises or other injuries. Some of them took pictures around the body. Some of them repeatedly observed around the body, hoping that I found some useful traces; some of them were recorded while looking at them.
