Zhou Bingqiang pulled on the door, and it opened.

The door was wide open, and it was pitch black outside.

Zhou Bingqiang mustered his courage and walked outside, but he tripped and fell.

Zhou Bingqiang looked down and saw that Widow Liu was lying on the ground with her eyes closed.

Zhou Bingqiang reached out and checked Widow Liu's breath.

No?

Widow Liu is dead!

Zhou Bingqiang was so frightened that he stumbled and crawled all the way home.

Zhou Bingqiang couldn't sleep all night.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the image of Widow Liu's pale face and the mysterious man's cold snort appeared in my mind.

Who exactly is that mysterious person?

Why would he go to Widow Liu's house in the middle of the night?

If the mysterious man killed Widow Liu, why didn't he just go in and kill him too? Why did he open the door for him instead?

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The more Zhou Bingqiang thought about it, the more his head ached, and the less he wanted to get out of bed.

He almost lost his life last night, so it's only right that he gets some extra sleep today.

There was another five hundred yuan in the wooden box under the bed. Should he tell Chen Jinfeng about it later?

This 500 yuan was "hush money" that Zhou Dazhu gradually gave to Zhou Bingqiang after he became the village accountant.

Zhou Bingqiang didn't spend a single penny. He put it all into a wooden box and buried it under the bed.

Zhou Bingqiang originally intended to use the money for his children's marriages when they grew up.

But now, Zhou Bingqiang regrets it.

If I had known he would die so young, I should have gone to town every day to eat and drink well and spend all that money.

If Chen Jinfeng takes such a large sum of money and then runs back to her parents' home to remarry, wouldn't he be at a huge loss?