At this time, Bao Yongshi, who was standing at the door of the hay shed, asked Director Ma, who was always frowning and with a serious face, "Can I go?" Director Ma said that you can't leave. You have to cooperate with our investigation. Only when the case has a preliminary result, will we consider whether to let you go home.
Bao Yongshi regretted that he should not have come to buy watermelons. Now that the watermelons have not been bought, he has caused trouble. He was anxious and stammered when he spoke, Director Ma, I just... reported the case. The report... is over, you should let me go. I'm not a bad person. Director Ma was very sensitive and took a serious look at him. He felt that he was honest and did not look like a bad person, so he said, this person is dead, can't you just cooperate with our investigation? So why are you in such a hurry to go home?
When Bao Yongshi saw that what Director Ma said made sense, and that his tone was not too serious, with an oppressive aura, he honestly did not dare to speak.
At this time, many villagers came one after another from nearby. From their discussions, Bao Yongshi, who had always been uninvolved, learned something: the old man was originally the director of the nursing home near Jinse City, Zou Laoyong. Those who had work style problems and had such a bad impact that they were dismissed from their posts and fired.
One night, he hugged a female worker he had coveted for a long time from behind. The female worker refused to obey, shouted loudly, and told her husband about the indecent act. Her husband reported it to the superior department, and he was treated like this. Punishment.
Zou Laoyong was married in his early years, and soon his wife was paralyzed in bed. Seeing that her husband had no patience to take care of her, he would yell from time to time, saying that it was better to die because she was such a burden to others. The wife couldn't swallow that breath, so she drank the medicine and died. Since then, Zou Laoyong has been unable to find a suitable partner to remarry.
After being expelled from the nursing home, he planned to grow watermelons on a few acres of land and sell them for some money, and then find a matchmaker to match him. Unexpectedly, Zou Laoyong died when the watermelons he planted had just matured and could be sold for money. How did he die? No one knows. There was an empty enamel basin under his bamboo bed, with only a few rice-sized maggots squirming in it. They might have fallen or climbed down from the old man's corpse. It was disgusting to see.
The task force brought by Director Ma did not find out the results for the time being. The forensic doctor conducted an autopsy on Zou Laoyong's body and sent the specimens for examination on the same day. The suspected cause of death was basically found the next day: the gastric juice of the deceased containing watermelon pulp contained a large amount of eye drops. From this, it can be concluded that Zou Laoyong fell asleep after taking too many sleeping pills. This is also considered suicide. Why did he commit suicide? This is also an unsolvable mystery.
Bao Yongshi was finally released, and he was still frightened when he talked about the case of the dead old man guarding the watermelon that had implicated him. From now on, when they go up the mountain to cut firewood, the couple no longer take the old westward road through the watermelon field. Instead, they would rather take a big detour and go up the mountain from the foothills of the east. Bao Maoying still helped her parents carry firewood and bundles. She had to walk three miles more on a rugged mountain road back and forth than before, which was quite a disadvantage. Moreover, there were no springs or streams on both sides of the mountain road for drinking to quench thirst. When she was thirsty, she had to walk Hold it back and go home to solve it.
That time, Bao Maoying came down from the high mountain with a load of firewood and walked halfway up the mountain. She was hungry and thirsty and couldn't bear it anymore, so she temporarily stopped the load of firewood under a steep rock. It was a bit hot, so she climbed up the stairs and climbed to the top of the cool rock to enjoy the breeze.
First he stood, then he sat, and the sweat on his forehead did not dry. She took out the floral handkerchief from her body and wiped it from the left side of her forehead to the right side, and then from the left cheek to the right cheek. When this side of the floral handkerchief got wet, she turned it over to the other side and wiped it. She wiped and wiped it. Before she could hold it firmly, the flowered handkerchief slipped from the tip of her hand and was picked up by the sudden mountain wind. Then it fluttered and fell under a large rock that was out of reach of her eyesight.
It turns out that there is a drop of more than ten meters in the mountain below the big rock, and below it is a green lawn. Lying on the lawn is a strong man wearing blue shorts and a blue shirt, with his chest exposed because of the unbuttoned buttons. The strong man was concentrating with his eyes closed. There was a soil skip full of firewood and a wide-mouthed hoe soaked with soil beside him. It was obvious that this man was a woodcutter who went up the mountain to dig firewood.
At this moment, he heard something moving on the big rock, and he didn't take it too seriously. He just opened his eyes that seemed to be squinting in a light sleep, and felt a shadow falling from the sky. Could it be the projection of a bird's wing? Also inadvertently, he quietly closed his eyes that had been opened a crack.
But his copper-colored face was suddenly covered by a soft and sweaty thing falling from the sky. He instinctively reached out and grabbed it, and when he opened his eyes, he saw it was a sweaty floral handkerchief. He immediately stood up and said to himself, whose handkerchief is this? When the strong man looked up, he found a girl standing next to the big rock on the mountain, with black braids on her head, staring at the flowered handkerchief he held in his hand.
Girl, is this your handkerchief? ! for you. As the strong man said this, he freed up one hand to button up the buttons of his blue shirt one by one to cover his exposed chest. He thought: It was also a sign of respect for the girl that he had tidied himself up in a polite manner.
It's mine, don't want it! The girl replied, and when she turned around, her back was obscured by the big rock.
The strong man took the flowered handkerchief and struggled up the slope and climbed up the big rock. He saw the girl carrying the load of firewood and walking tenaciously down the mountain. While he raised the flowered handkerchief and waved it like a flag, he shouted loudly, girl, since this handkerchief belongs to you, why don't you want it? You stop, I'll give it back to you.
How could the girl listen to him? Still walking down the mountain as usual. The strong man simply jumped down from the big rock and chased after the girl. He said, girl, rest your load of firewood and let me pick it for you. Bao Maoying said no. Of course she thought of the old man guarding the watermelon at the foot of the mountain not long ago. She didn't want to and was afraid of contact with the elderly man, so she was particularly vigilant.
When the strong man saw that the girl was not appreciative, he stuffed the flowered handkerchief into the bundle of firewood she was carrying. Bao Maoying noticed it and silently freed up one hand to pick up the flowered handkerchief and flicked it. Floating leisurely on the mountain road lined with rotten leaves.
The strong man asked, why don't you want it anymore? Bao Maoying replied that it was dirty and continued on her way. Seeing her walking away, the strong man picked up the flowered handkerchief again, thinking: The girl doesn't want the flowered handkerchief, does she think I'm dirty? If it looks like this, I will wash it and dry it. If she passes by here tomorrow, I will return it to her.
Early the next morning, as the sun just rose, the strong man went to the mountain where he dug firewood yesterday. Instead of digging firewood, he stood on the mountain road with big rocks on one side and thorns on the other, waiting for the man. A girl he felt was particularly attractive appeared and returned the washed and dried floral handkerchief folded in the shape of a heart to her.
But the girl never appeared, but I saw an elderly man and woman walking down the mountain. They were holding machetes and pointed poles. They must have gone up the mountain to chop wood. He didn't want to pay attention, turned his back, and retreated to the bushes on the side of the road.
At the same time, he stuffed the flowered handkerchief in his palm into his shirt sleeve, planning to let them pass and continue waiting here for the girl to appear. Unexpectedly, someone suddenly called him Dong Pai's name and asked him what he was doing here. He looked back and saw that the man who called him was about the same age as himself. He looked familiar, but couldn't pronounce his name, so he just made up a lie and said, I just found a hare running here, but when I chased it, it disappeared.
The man didn't investigate whether the words were true or not. He just led his woman along. When he got to the big rock, he stopped and said to Dong Pai, "We are the Bao family, and you don't know us either?" The tiled house with a single courtyard on the hillside below this mountain is our home.
The woman said that Dong Pai had never been married in his life and had nothing to do with worldly affairs. He only wandered around the mountains all day long, and his character had become pedantic. Dong Pai nodded, and a couple walked over. When their figures disappeared around the bend of the mountain road, Dong Pai took out the flowered handkerchief tucked into his sleeve and held it in his palm, continuing to wait, hoping that the girl would appear.
After waiting until about mid-morning, the girl finally appeared. She was walking up the winding mountain road carrying a pointed load. Dong Pai met her, handed her a flower handkerchief folded in the shape of a heart and said, "Girl, you dropped the flower handkerchief." I picked up this floral handkerchief that I dropped, washed it and dried it, and brought it to you today.
The girl glanced at Dong Pai, said nothing, and waved her hand to express her refusal. Dong Pai had no choice but to get out of the way and let her pass. Dong Pai watched the girl walk past him with a frustrated look, and what he was left with was a beautiful figure from behind. Dong Pai thought he had good intentions, so he followed the girl quietly, decided to give the flower handkerchief to her parents who were cutting firewood in the high mountain forest, and told him the reason.
