Chapter 57 Threatening, instigating, and forcing murder
The rain was pouring down, shrouding the entire world in a blanket of mist. A kilometer away from Zhangshu Alley, the abandoned church, shrouded in the rain, looked like a forgotten place forsaken by God.
The dilapidated and mysterious old buildings of a bygone era have become favorite places for children to explore. At the same time, because they are neglected, these places have gradually become gathering places for evil spirits.
Time goes back to before the rain, under the big camphor tree
"Brother, take my stick." Zhu Xiaoxia held a branch in her hand and happily stabbed her brother Zhu Xiaohua.
Zhu Xiaohua was a little unhappy: "Zhu Xiaoxia, which country are you from? I am the general, and you are my soldier. You should fight the enemy, not me!"
Zhu Xiaoxia stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "Brother, that's not right, General, I understand."
Zhu Xiaohua nodded with pretended dignity: "That's right."
After Zhu Xiaohua finished speaking, he raised his stick and led his two soldiers to rush towards the four enemies opposite.
"Everyone pick up your weapons, follow me, and charge."
Two groups of people, seven children, were not afraid of the heat. They braved the scorching sun, acting as the enemy and our side, playing a war game under the big camphor tree.
At this moment, a drop of water fell and landed on Zhu Xiaohua's forehead.
He looked up and saw dark clouds rolling in.
It's going to rain.
Zhu Xiaohua wiped the sweat from his forehead, put away his stick, and called the others: "Xiaoxia, Gu Yu, Yongchang, Feng Le, Wan Xiaoyan, Zeng Qiqi, it's going to rain, let's go home."
"Let's go." A group of people walked towards the alley. After two steps, Zhu Xiaoxia grabbed Zhu Xiaohua's hand and said, "Brother, let's go exploring." Just thinking about exploring on a rainy day makes it seem exciting.
Zhu Xiaohua glanced at his brother, then met Zhu Xiaoxia's expectant gaze. He then looked at the others, and the group instantly agreed.
"Let's go to the old church."
A group of people, holding sticks, walked towards the abandoned church. They came here often and were familiar with the place.
On the other side, Lian Jiashu saw that it was getting dark and went out with an umbrella.
He walked to the entrance of the alley with his big flower umbrella, and then fell into a daze.
Before leaving, my brother said he was going to deliver something to my mother. But he didn't know where my mother was, nor did he know where to find my brother.
Thinking of his parents and brother's repeated warnings that he should not go far, especially when he was alone, and should not easily leave the big camphor tree, Lian Jiashu thought about it and finally sat down with his umbrella in the place where he usually sat and waited for his brother.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops dripped down the broken copper of the umbrella and onto his neck.
Lian Jiashu wiped his neck, raised his head, and met a very unfamiliar face.
He looks honest, short, slightly fat, about forty years old, and looks like the most ordinary middle-aged man in the world.
The middle-aged man looked at Lian Jiashu's handsome face, and when he noticed that his eyes were obviously different from his own age, a strange excitement flashed in his eyes.
That is the look of a hunter, catching his prey.
A few minutes later, Lian Jiashu put down his umbrella and followed the middle-aged man out of Zhangshu Lane.
Lian Jiashu looked at the unfamiliar old church in front of him and looked at the middle-aged man: "Is my brother here?"
"Yes. It's inside, you can go in and take a look." The middle-aged man looked at him with a sly smile.
Lian Jiashu pushed open the half-closed stone door of the old church. Zhu Xiaohua and others inside the door looked up and saw Lian Jiashu.
"Why are you here?" Zhu Xiaohua was a little surprised. He looked behind Lian Jiashu and when he saw the unfamiliar face, he immediately became alert: "Who are you?"
"Why did you bring Lian Jiashu here?" Zhu Xiaohua said, grabbing Lian Jiashu and pulling him behind him. "Are you stupid? Why would you just follow someone you don't know?"
The middle-aged man didn't expect that a group of half-grown children would come to the old church, which was usually empty.
After counting, I found that there were six or seven children.
After thinking it over and deciding that he couldn't control everyone by himself, the middle-aged man smiled and prepared to give up his original plan.
At this moment, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him: "Brother." Zhu Xiaoxia had secretly run out of the church without knowing when.
The middle-aged man made the decision almost in an instant. He turned around, grabbed Zhu Xiaoxia and strangled him.
"Xiao Xia." Zhu Xiaohua shouted in horror.
"Don't move." The middle-aged man pinched Zhu Xiaoxia's neck with his left hand, took out a fruit knife from his pocket with his right hand, and placed it across Zhu Xiaoxia's neck. "Don't move, or I'll cut his neck."
"I won't move, I won't move." Zhu Xiaohua raised his hands. "Don't hurt my brother."
He took Zhu Xiaoxia hostage and walked into the church. Zhu Xiaohua and the others were outside, while the middle-aged man and Zhu Xiaoxia were inside. They switched positions.
"What a deep brotherly love." Seeing Zhu Xiaohua's nervous expression, the middle-aged man blinked and suddenly came up with an evil idea. "If you want me not to kill your brother, slap the idiot next to you."
"I don't--" Zhu Xiaohua disagreed.
He had bullied Lian Jiashu before, throwing mud and stones at him, and even calling him a fool, but he was keenly aware that this was different from his usual play.
Once he delivers this slap, the situation will escalate into a situation that no one can bear.
"It seems like you two brothers don't have a very good relationship." The middle-aged man looked at Zhu Xiaohua, a sinister grin on his face. "If that's the case, then I'll take your brother's life."
As he spoke, the blade kept approaching Zhu Xiaoxia's neck.
"Brother--" The blade that had just been sharpened was extremely sharp, flashing with a cold light. Zhu Xiaoxia cried out in fear.
Zhu Xiaohua was in a dilemma.
The middle-aged man sneered, took a fruit knife and lightly cut Zhu Xiaoxia's neck. The blade cut through the skin, and blood flowed down the blade, dripping onto the ground.
This scene is extremely stimulating for mature adults, let alone these teenagers who are only in their teens.
"Don't hurt my brother." Zhu Xiaohua roared with red eyes, "Put the knife away, I will do as you say."
Zhu Xiaohua closed his eyes, opened his bloodshot eyes, raised his hand and slapped Lian Jiashu hard.
“Pah.”
The sound of the slap was like the switch that opened a forbidden door.
"Hahaha——" The middle-aged man laughed like a devil. He suddenly found a more interesting game, more interesting than playing a fool.
"Now, everyone else go slap this fool."
The children looked at each other, then at Zhu Xiaoxia who was being held hostage, and then at Zhu Xiaohua. Gu Yu took the lead and stepped forward. He gritted his teeth and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," then raised his hand and slapped Lian Jiashu.
With Gu Yu's start, the others seemed to let go of their psychological burdens and came over one after another. After this period of education, Lian Jiashu already knew that he had to fight back when he was bullied.
He struggled to escape, but was caught by several children. To prevent Lian Jiashu from resisting, they tied him up with ropes found in the old church.
"Well done." The middle-aged man was even more proud. He waved his right hand, pointed the tip of the knife at the youngest Feng Le, and asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Feng Le." Feng Le's lips moved.
"Feng Le, pick up the broken bricks beside your feet and hit his left hand with them." The middle-aged man continued to give orders.
Feng Le shook his head, "No, no."
"No?" The middle-aged man sneered, picked up the knife and slashed Zhu Xiaoxia's face cleanly.
"Ah--" Zhu Xiaoxia screamed, "It hurts, my face hurts so much!" He struggled to touch his face, but he dared not move under the threat of the blade.
"Feng Le, do you want to watch your friend die? His name is Xiao Xia, right? Let me tell you, the knife Xiao Xia took was because of you."
"No, I'm not—" Feng Le shook his head in fear.
"It's you, it's because of you!" The middle-aged man looked at him with malice in his eyes. "Xiao Xia got stabbed because of you, because you're timid, because you're cowardly, because you hesitated."
"If you hit that idiot, he'll only feel pain, but won't die. But if you don't dare to do it, I can't guarantee that Xiao Xia will still be alive."
"Feng Le, I'll only give you this one chance. I'll count to three. If you don't make a move, I won't just scratch his face, which is an insignificant part. I'll just slash his carotid artery. One, two..."
"Ah—" Feng Le could no longer bear this kind of mental pressure. He picked up the broken bricks, raised them up while screaming, and smashed them hard at Lian Jiashu's hand...
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