Chapter 238 The Tumbler
"Don't spread rumors and cause trouble." Shen Zhenzhu interrupted their gossip, frowning as she said, "Comrade Wang Jiali, could you please come here for a moment?"
Wang Jiali glanced at Liang Guijin, then, holding her waist and sleeves, came to Chen Zhenzhu's side. She had a delicate fragrance about her. "I don't know much."
Shen Zhenzhu nodded, carefully examining her: "Do you think it has anything to do with the person spying on you?"
Upon hearing Shen Zhenzhu mention this, Wang Jiali said gratefully, "Thank you for keeping this in mind, but I don't think it's a big deal. The person spying on me has appeared several times, but they always disappeared in the blink of an eye and never got too close."
Shen Zhenzhu said, "You didn't even get a good look at the other person's features?"
Wang Jiali said, "It has reflective lenses, so it looks like a telescope."
Chen Zhenzhu asked, "How many times has this happened? How long has it lasted?"
Wang Jiali said, "It took about three or four months, and I discovered it seven or eight times in total. Sometimes I saw it first, and sometimes my husband saw it."
Shen Zhenzhu asked, "Do you share the same attitude as them regarding the gas issue?"
Wang Jiali, worried that her clothes might fall down, re-tied them and said, "I made sure to turn off the stove when I left. Officer, I've been a daughter-in-law for over ten years, taking care of the kitchen and cleaning since the first day I married into the family. I'm careful about these things. As for my mother-in-law, I think it's possible. She..."
At this point, Wang Jiali said with difficulty, "She's stingy. She always secretly eats good food behind my back and cooks for herself. Maybe it really is a misunderstanding."
Shen Zhenzhu said, "Has their family always treated you like this?"
“It wasn’t like that at first.” Wang Jiali pursed her lips and said with some grievance, “Three years ago, I won a big prize of 20,000 yuan. After my relatives found out, they asked why I won and others didn’t. Some even said that I stole someone else’s baby bottle cap to redeem the prize and took their luck. My husband said that they were jealous, and I think so too. Later, many things happened, and it got worse and worse.”
"Twenty thousand yuan is no small sum. Where did that money go?" Shen Zhenzhu asked.
Wang Jiali said, "It's in my husband's savings account. It was originally in my account, but my mother-in-law keeps trying to get it from me every day. She only feels at ease when it's in his account."
Chen Zhenzhu asked again, "Aside from the peeping tom, has your family offended anyone recently?"
Wang Jiali nodded, glancing at a group of nosy relatives and neighbors out of the corner of her eye: "They're always bickering and arguing, they've been doing it for years, but I've never seen them actually use knives or guns."
“Okay, I understand,” Shen Zhenzhu said. “If you see any physical characteristics of the voyeur, or if the voyeur makes any further harassment, please notify the police immediately.”
Wang Jiali nodded repeatedly, her disheveled hair cascading down like a black waterfall, sweeping across her melancholy face.
Chen Zhenzhu asked around again but found no problem.
She arrived at Wang Jiali's home on the second floor and stood at the door looking at the messy floor, but the furniture and appliances were all spotless.
"No need to change into slippers, just come in like this." Wang Jiali also came up.
Chen Zhenzhu said, "I'm sorry."
With the owner's permission, Chen Zhenzhu went to the kitchen to check and saw that the gas stove was turned off, the gas cylinder was half full, and there were no signs of human damage.
I looked around the bedroom door again. It was a two-bedroom apartment. Grandma Liang's room was sunny, and the sycamore tree outside the window provided shade but not complete light, and birds would sometimes perch on it.
There was a black and white photo of an old man in the corner of the bed, along with incense, a bowl of noodles, and a few wrinkled apples.
Across from them was Wang Jiali and Liang Guijin's room, which was even cleaner than the old man's room. Everything was neatly arranged, the sheets were tucked in, the blankets were folded into perfect squares, and there wasn't a single hair—it was impeccably clean.
Thinking of Wang Jiali's rough hands, Shen Zhenzhu felt that she not only had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, but might also have obsessive-compulsive disorder about organization.
"Comrade, is there a problem?" Liang Guijin helped Grandma Liang upstairs, escorted her to her room, and closed the door.
“No problem. The old lady is getting on in years, so we should try to keep her away from fire as much as possible.” Shen Zhenzhu came to the door and said to Wang Jiali apologetically, “She still left a few footprints.”
Wang Jiali laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of you two with all those footprints on the ground."
Shen Zhenzhu turned to Liang Guijin and asked, "Are you sure you haven't seen any strangers lately?"
Liang Guijin said, "Nobody saw it, and I didn't see it either."
With their assurances, Chen Zhenzhu temporarily concluded that Grandma Liang's mistake caused the gas leak: "Try not to leave the elderly alone at home, and take them to the hospital in time to delay the onset of Alzheimer's disease."
"Okay, thank you." Liang Guijin nodded, looking at the mess on the ground with displeasure.
Shen Zhenzhu came down from the second floor and returned to the police car. Just then, she saw a reporter's car drive in.
"Where did they get their information from?" Xiaobai couldn't help but complain.
Shen Zhenzhu said, "Some newspapers reward the public for providing news; you can get ten or twenty dollars just by making a phone call."
Xiao Bai leaned out of the car window and watched as a group of enthusiastic people gathered below Wang Jiali's building, telling reporters the truth about the incident. He complained, "No wonder everyone's waiting downstairs. I would have given up long ago. I don't know how she's managed to put up with it all these years."
Zhao Qiqi said, "It seems her husband treats her quite well; she always needs to have something to look forward to."
Shen Zhenzhu attended a mid-year meeting at the Municipal Bureau, while Zhao Qiqi drove back to the team with Xiaobai.
The meeting ended, and thankfully no unexpected incidents occurred by the time we left work.
Back at the Tiesi Commercial Street, Shen Yuyuan, Li Lili, Dongbao, Zhang Xiaopang, Dang Lei, Niu Niu, and others, all dressed in sports uniforms, were rehearsing their cheering slogans on the open space at the street corner.
Shen Zhenzhu looked at the group of young people, whose heights, weights, IQs, physical strengths, and even personal histories were quite varied. Dongbao carried a large flag, Zhang Xiaopang played a flower drum, and Niu Niu and Dang Lei held up a banner.
Upon seeing Chen Zhenzhu, Niu Niu ran over. She was doing well at the work-study school and was about to graduate, able to go out once a month. This month's opportunity was given to the "Xiao Chuan Drum Fan Team".
“Your life outside is so exciting!” Niu Niu said, handing Chen Zhenzhu a small trumpet.
Shen Zhenzhu asked, bewildered, "What?"
Dongbao said, "Dongbao knows you can blow, so blow as hard as you can."
If it were anyone else, they would have swung the small hammer used to sink pearls, but Dongbao said, puffing out her chest and patting it: "Just you wait and see."
Xiao Chuan represented the city in the competition against Dongshan City, and although he was a substitute player, he did very well. The local people were very supportive, preparing this future star early on.
The four team members set off from the office, while Shen Zhenzhu and a group of young people set off from the Tiesi Commercial Street.
Liancheng Bohai Bay Stadium is a top-tier stadium in China, hosting various major football events. It can accommodate more than 60,000 people and its attendance rate has repeatedly reached new highs.
This time, the clash between two football powerhouses, Laoshan Tigers from Dongshan City and Chinese Super League Sharks from Liancheng City, attracted tens of thousands of fans.
As the city with the best football in China, security personnel were on high alert. After get off work, Shen Zhenzhu put on the Chinese Super League Sharks jersey and infiltrated the area as an undercover officer to protect the fans.
Wu Zhongguo arrived at the stadium early, even more nervous than his son. Pretending to be a cleaner, he paced back and forth, deeply proud of Xiao Chuan. He felt he should restrain his pride a bit, but seeing a group of "Xiao Chuan Drum Fans" diagonally opposite, each one vigorously banging on their instruments, their faces radiating pride even more intensely than his father's.
Wu Zhongguo, a long-time football fan, never imagined that Xiao Chuan would actually be playing in such a breathtaking stadium that had witnessed so many miracles. Even as a substitute, he was still proud, and had to be proud.
Shen Zhenzhu waved to him from afar, holding up her trumpet, showing off her white teeth, and giving him a thumbs up.
Wu Zhongguo also gave a thumbs up. Regardless of winning or losing, Xiao Chuan was number one in his heart.
The match was a large-scale event, broadcast live by CCTV-1, Liancheng TV, and Dongshan TV. As a newly debuted substitute for the Chinese Super League Sharks, Xiao Chuan's performance was highly anticipated by CSL fans.
In the television studio, the host is warming up the audience with commentary.
"Shark team, only four seasons to enter the Chinese Super League. Along with several breathtaking goals, there were also frequent surprise cheers from the fans in the stands. I wonder who will win today."
"You're right. Liancheng is a long-established football city, and the Bohai Bay Football Stadium is known as the most grueling stadium in Asia. As the home team, I'm optimistic about the Sharks today."
"This is truly a beautiful stadium, one of the best in the country right here by the sea. Every snapshot here could be a poster. I feel so relaxed and happy just sitting here with the sea breeze. We can see many fans from other places taking pictures, combining sightseeing and watching the game."
"I saw Wu Xiaochuan, a young substitute player for our Sharks team. He already has his own fan club. The team's cheers are very loud, showing their confidence in Wu Xiaochuan. It seems that the football city's heritage is still there. I look forward to seeing Wu Xiaochuan's wonderful performance today."
"Liancheng boasts the best football atmosphere in China, and Liancheng football is prevalent throughout the country. Many excellent coaches and players are from Liancheng. Could it be that Liancheng natives will be the ones who break out of Asia and reach the world stage in the future?"
"As a native of Liancheng, I can assure you, it's definitely us from Liancheng!"
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"Amazing! Did you see that? Xiao Chuan's assist in extra time? If it weren't for that pass, the Chinese Super League Sharks wouldn't have been able to beat the Laoshan Tigers 1-0." Chen Zhenzhu imitated Xiao Chuan's football moves, excitedly weaving through the crowd and chattering with Dongbao beside her.
"Brother Chuan is awesome! Dongbao likes Brother Chuan." Dongbao was also very excited, her face turned red, and her voice became hoarse.
After leaving the stadium, Wu Zhongguo and Xiaobai escorted the fans of the "Xiaochuan Drum Fan Team" home.
Shen Zhenzhu had to stand outside in the evening breeze, monitoring the departing personnel. Only after everyone had left and the plainclothes agents had reported to her could she leave.
Although she stood alone in the crowd, Shen Zhenzhu's eyes were full of smiles. Xiao Chuan said that he would bring his team friends to Liu Jie's restaurant for a meal in a couple of days, and Shen Zhenzhu secretly wondered if she should buy a new notebook and ask them to sign it.
The sky was dotted with stars, and the air was filled with noise. The fans were quite well-behaved; although there were occasional verbal altercations, they all left the stadium peacefully.
Shen Zhenzhu forgot to leave a car and went home by herself. The sound of waves rose and fell, and there wasn't a single bus on the straight road.
The taxi driver slowly drove up to Chen Zhenzhu's side: "Want a ride? Thirty yuan for a ride within the city."
Why don't you just rob it?
Suddenly, a horn sounded from behind. Shen Zhenzhu stopped and turned around, only to be surprised to find the Cherokee slowly approaching.
The taxi driver said, "You should have said you had a girlfriend to pick you up." He drove off, looking around to see if there were any other people left alone.
Chen Zhenzhu jogged to the Cherokee, opened the door with a flourish, jumped in, and before she could even settle in, a passionate kiss landed on her.
As Chen Zhenzhu continued kissing him, she nestled in Gu Yanzheng's arms. Gu Yanzheng, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, grabbed the restless hand, and lifted it up: "Can you give me a chance to take the initiative?"
Shen Zhenzhu smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and said with a cheeky grin, "I'm just a very generous person."
Gu Yanzheng tapped her nose: "You think I'm not generous? Come on, I'll drive shirtless, you can do as you please."
Shen Zhenzhu immediately shouted, "No, you're not allowed to take it off!"
Gu Yanzheng was just teasing her. He buttoned up his shirt again, pulled her into his arms, and held her hand to his chest, saying, "I've missed you so much."
Chen Zhenzhu said, "I miss you too."
Gu Yanzheng said, "Where did you think of that?"
"I want it everywhere." Shen Zhenzhu, having gotten her wish, ran her hand over Gu Yanzheng's well-defined muscles, then snuggled into the crook of his neck: "Let me tell you, Xiao Chuan was really something today..."
"Uh-huh..."
She kept talking, and Gu Yanzheng kept kissing her.
The two sat in the Cherokee, the window rolled down, and the moon seemed to be listening to their whispers, and as it listened, it seemed to think they were shameless...
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The craze for the Xiaochuan football match lasted for several days.
The discussion subsided considerably as summer winds and rains blew in.
Shen Zhenzhu was deeply in love, working with great energy every day and thinking about her Zheng Ge with great energy in her spare time.
"When will this downpour stop?" Xiaobai wiped the rainwater seeping through the window cracks and moved the small fish tank around.
The fry that the fourth team took over had slightly larger tails, and you could see black spots of undigested food in their bellies.
Suddenly, someone broke the silence—
"We have received a report of a murder at the Wenhua Secondhand Market near the railway dormitory!"
"Coming right away."
Shen Zhenzhu picked up the car keys and called out, "Xiaobai, Brother Aqi."
Lu Ye and Wu Zhongguo went to handle other cases, while Shen Zhenzhu rushed to the scene with her right-hand men.
On the bus, Xiaobai relayed the explanation: "The deceased was named Chen Hairong, a woman, 67 years old. It is said that she was chatting in front of a shop when, due to strong winds in the morning, an old signboard of the market fell down, killing her instantly. The seriously injured person is named Liang Guijin, a man, 32 years old, who is Chen Hairong's mother."
“Liang Guijin?” Shen Zhenzhu turned the steering wheel and said, “The husband of ‘Lucky Angel’, where was she at the time?”
Xiao Bai said, "We don't know the specifics yet, but Wang Jiali is already on the scene."
Zhao Qiqi asked curiously from behind, "I know about 'Lucky Angel,' could it be that we escaped again?"
Shen Zhenzhu said, "You really believe that?"
One or two times could be considered lucky, but any more than that would feel like a strong manipulation.
The roads in the Wenhua Secondhand Goods Market are narrow, and shops occupy space in front of their doors, so cars can only be parked at the intersection.
Raindrops the size of soybeans pelted my face, and a gale-force wind made it impossible to keep the hood of my raincoat up.
Walking on the wet street, the red and blue police lights behind me intertwined into a blurry light.
The secondhand market has a unique, old-world feel; near the warning line, the pungent smell of rust and blood is unmistakable.
Fresh blood mixed with the puddles and dust on the ground, creating the stench of death.
Yellow police tape fluttered in the strong wind, separating the dead from the terrified crowd. A sudden flash of lightning flickered the light on and off for the onlookers.
The first agents maintained order, glancing up every now and then to prevent another sign from falling. Their shouts, carried by the rain and wind, sounded somewhat powerless in the oppressive atmosphere of the shop.
A huge, twisted and deformed signboard lay beside Grandma Liang, the faded words "Pioneer Barbershop" barely visible. The edges of the sheet metal were slightly curled, revealing a heavily rusted, blackened iron frame. Raindrops pattered against it.
To the right of the sign, the thin, withered Granny Liang lay face down on the ground, wearing old clothes given to her by her daughter. One of her cloth shoes had fallen off, revealing her ankle. Beside her was a collapsed iron chair, where she must have sat.
Grandma Liang's head was facing the front of the police car. Her hair, which was black and white the last time I saw her, was now completely white and disheveled.
The back of his head was cracked by the iron corner of the sign, and there was a patch of blood and dirt on the ground near his head that had not been washed away by the rain.
Her face was pressed against the ground, the expression of panic still lingering, her loose cheeks contorted in a grimace. One hand was pressed down beneath her, while the other stretched out behind her, as if trying to pull Liang Guijin aside, but she didn't have time to dodge.
Behind the shop entrance where Granny Liang died, Liang Guijin lay. He was still wearing his old work clothes, his head resting on the doorstep, his hair matted together with blood and rainwater. A large piece of flesh had been shaved off the right side of his scalp and the protruding area, exposing the damaged skull. Blood flowed down his neck and soaked through his clothes on his shoulders.
"Still alive," one of the agents said, "but the situation is probably not very good."
Liang Guijin seemed to use all his strength with each breath, his chest rising and falling slightly. His right hand was convulsively trembling and reaching forward, as if he was once again overwhelmed by pure fear, his body making an awkward posture of moving forward while trying to twist and escape.
Wang Jiali leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead. She trembled all over, muttering to herself, unable to accept reality. Her emotions were in turmoil: "Why, why?"
"Why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?" Shen Zhenzhu asked.
The operative said, "It'll be quick, it's stuck in traffic at Xinjiekou."
A loud scream suddenly erupted from the crowd. Ignoring the officers' attempts to stop him, Liang Congjun rushed into the scene, slapped Wang Jiali hard across the face, grabbed her collar, shook her, and demanded, "You did it! You must have done it!"
Xiao Bai ran over and grabbed her: "Comrade, please calm down, things still need to be done—"
"How can you calm down?!" Liang Congjun wiped the rain from his eyes and roared, "It wasn't your mother who died!"
Xiao Bai was pulled aside by Chen Zhenzhu, and several other operators came and took Liang Congjun aside.
Chen Zhenzhu wiped the raindrops from Xiaobai's cheeks: "Are you alright?"
Xiao Bai forced a smile: "It's all fine now... My mom saved a lot of people before she died."
Shen Zhenzhu hugged her and said, "I know about this. Your mother is my idol, an idol who is forever worthy of praise and learning."
Xiao Bai hurriedly said, "Don't follow her example. Live well, let's all live well. Sister Pearl, let's get on with the case. With this heavy rain, the evidence is long gone. Sigh, I don't even know if it was an accident, it's uncertain."
“It was man-made; there are saw marks on the iron frame.” Chen Zhenzhu confirmed it the moment she saw the sign: “Then can you help me see which sign fell down?”
"Okay, here comes the work." After saying that, Xiaobai ran out.
Liang Congjun was being restrained by the officers, but she was still screaming. Her other relatives, who had come with her, stood outside the police line, pointing at Wang Jiali and hurling insults.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, the ambulance finally arrived. Liang Congjun refused to let Wang Jiali get in the ambulance and accompanied Liang Guijin to the hospital for emergency treatment himself.
"Hurry up and conduct the trace evidence examination; the rain is getting heavier," Chen Zhenzhu said. "Who was the first to discover it at the scene?"
Two men in their twenties raised their hands. One of them, a thin man with a long face, said with lingering fear, "We came here to play arcade games. As we were walking, we heard a loud bang, and when we ran over, this is what happened."
"Brother Achi, please help me take a statement from the eyewitness."
"Yes, Sister Pearl." Zhao Qiqi's notebook was wet from the rain, and she used her raincoat to cover it as she recorded the people's statements.
The investigators and forensic experts also arrived at the scene. After making arrangements, Shen Zhenzhu knelt down next to Wang Jiali and asked, "How is it?"
Wang Jiali appeared unharmed, but her beautiful face was deathly pale, and her lips had lost all color. She seemed not to hear Chen Zhenzhu's words, still muttering to herself, "How could this happen?"
The incident happened so suddenly that Wang Jiali didn't even have time to cry. She was completely isolated in a world of emotional detachment to cushion the immense grief.
Reporters who arrived a little later flashed their cameras, making Wang Jiali look like a snow-white doll, as if her soul had been ripped away.
However, this state is more in line with the role of "lucky angel".
In the midst of the storm, and in the memory of Grandma Liang's passing, the Wenhua Secondhand Commercial Street was bustling with activity like never before. People stood in front of the shops all around. Some, like experts, pointed at the signs and said, "It should have been shut down long ago."
Some people warn the children around them: "See? Don't run around on rainy days."
Others gossiped with people they didn't know well: "'Lucky Angel' is her. She was really lucky this time. She was unharmed. She was just a few steps away from being hit. Seeing is believing."
Shen Zhenzhu arranged for a female agent to take care of her, then knelt down in front of Granny Liang, and the Heavenly Eye Rewind slowly unfolded—
The wind picked up, sending plastic bags flying through the air. Dust blew onto Wang Jiali's face as she stood a few meters away, coldly watching Grandma Liang and Liang Guijin talk. They had arranged to meet here to discuss family matters, to avoid being bothered by their extended family members at home, but unexpectedly, it started raining.
Wang Jiali was delayed for a while because of something, and then she heard her mother-in-law sitting on the iron chair, urging Liang Guijin to divorce her.
Words were like daggers, tearing at her heart again and again. Grandma Liang, not seeing her, was holding Liang Guijin's arm, her back to Wang Jiali, unaware that her words had been overheard.
"Guijin, do you even acknowledge me as your mother? You have to get a divorce, or I'll kill myself!" Grandma Liang grabbed Liang Guijin's shoulder forcefully, and the raindrops suddenly intensified. Afraid that her son couldn't hear her, she practically whispered in his ear, urging him on.
“After she came into our family, nothing went smoothly. Your father died, and although you didn’t achieve great things at the factory, you worked hard, so why couldn’t you get promoted? And your older sister, the family is always arguing and there’s never a day without a disturbance. But she, on the other hand, either wins the lottery or finds five or ten yuan bills. She’s unharmed even when there’s an accident. Why is she so lucky? It’s like she’s sucked all our luck away from us. What do you call that? That’s called being a jinx to your husband!”
Liang Guijin was pulled to the side by her, staring directly at Wang Jiali standing under the eaves. He was exhausted and embarrassed by the inquiring gazes of the shop owners.
"Mom, let's talk this out. Don't make a scene here."
"Do you think this is still my home? Everything in the house is arranged according to her wishes, and she's always cleaning the floor. Am I the one who dirtied her house?"
“Mom, she’s naturally a clean person, you can’t say that. If you’re upset, vent to me, don’t talk about her anymore.” Liang Guijin withdrew her arm, wanting to take off her coat and put it over her mother-in-law’s head: “Why don’t we go back first?”
"I'm not going back. I need to talk to her and make things clear," Grandma Liang said. "It's so late, and she dares to be late and make me wait for her. She's got quite the attitude!"
Liang Guijin stood up to leave: "If you're not going back, I will."
Grandma Liang also got up to stop him, saying, "She's just bad luck! If you don't break off with her, I'll die with regrets. I'm doing this for your own good; I can't let your father be childless."
Wang Jiali took a deep breath, shook her head at Liang Guijin, and mouthed, "Let's get a divorce."
"No." Liang Guijin sighed, looking at the gray sky, not knowing what to do for a moment.
Wang Jiali had made up her mind, so she approached them. Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the plastic roly-poly toys displayed in front of the passing shop were suddenly blown to the ground.
"Why don't you put it away?" Wang Jiali thought for a moment, then stopped, bent down and picked up the roly-poly toy.
Grandma Liang, unaware of Wang Jiali's approach, became even more agitated, saying, "Mom promises you, if you divorce her, Mom will find you a decent, stable man to live a peaceful life with! She's such bad luck, she's made things difficult for you—"
"Now it's you who's making my life miserable!" Liang Guijin couldn't help but forcefully shake off Liang's mother-in-law's hand.
Grandma Liang staggered, and just then, a slight, chilling creaking sound came from above.
Grandma Liang was startled by the sound, but she kept talking, even attributing the sound to Wang Jiali's bad luck.
She kept nagging Liang Guijin with resentful words: "Get a divorce! Get a divorce! She's a menace! If I keep her around, I won't be able to die in peace—"
Rumble—Clang—
Grandma Liang mistook the sound from ahead for a voice and turned to look.
The long-planned collapse erupted, and the crumbling iron frame, along with the huge signboard of the entire "Pioneer Barber Shop" and the peeling walls, suddenly crashed down like a deathly shadow!
Grandma Liang froze, as if the rain and the wind had stopped. Time seemed to slow down, and Grandma Liang and Liang Guijin reached out their hands in slow motion.
Liang Guijin uttered a distorted "Mom—"
Grandma Liang finally understood the pleading tone in his voice. She turned around to see her son clearly and took his arm again, but death had already come.
The signboard, falling from the top floor, was accelerated by the force of the raging wind and rain, and slammed hard onto flesh and blood.
"Bang".
A muffled thud.
Grandma Liang didn't even have time to scream before she was instantly taken from her life, collapsing limply to the ground.
The sharp, triangular iron frame of the signboard slammed heavily onto Granny Liang's head, as if thrown from hell, cleaving into her skull and tearing it apart. Blood and white splattered out, spraying onto Liang Guijin's face, along with a piece of metal that sliced through his forehead skin, the mangled skull emitting another muffled thud.
The wind, rain, and the smell of blood swept in.
Liang Guijin spread his hand and touched the blood on his forehead; the horrific wound on his temple continued to gush forth. His eyes stared at the despairing sky above him, his lips weakly curving upwards, as if he were about to utter the complete word "Mom." Then, he lay back on the ground, the cold touch causing his limbs to twitch.
Wang Jiali held the plastic roly-poly toy she had just picked up, staring blankly at everything that had suddenly happened in front of her in just a few seconds, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Silence replaced the noise, the metal sheeting on the sign that caused the accident rattling in the wind. A figure approached in the distance, then someone else ran away.
"Ah—help! Someone's dead!"
"Waaaaah—I'm so scared, my brains are coming out—"
Police cars, ambulances, tricycles, and more and more people talking appeared.
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Author's note: See you tomorrow, there's a red envelope coming!
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