Chapter 48: Is there any evidence? Who has seen it?
It is no exaggeration to say that the entire village was mobilized. Not only did they dig a pit, they also erected a monument with the names of Grandma Wang and her family written on it.
"Village chief, Grandma Wang's family are all dead, otherwise... look at this..." The man rubbed his hands, stammering beside the village chief, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.
After a while, everyone realized what he wanted to say. Since Grandma Wang's family were all dead, did that mean that everything in their house was ownerless?
"Village chief, now is an emergency and everyone is in trouble at home. Why don't you give us her belongings? This will save everyone's lives."
"Yes, just consider it as accumulating good karma for them..." When it comes to their own interests, everyone will fight for it even if it's something they have to rob.
"If they die, they die; but if they live, they will live again."
I don’t know who shouted this, and some villagers who were still hesitating looked at the village chief.
The village chief looked at the greedy expressions on everyone's faces and said, "I am no longer the village chief. You don't need to ask me..."
Thinking back to the scene when everyone elected Xiang Wu, the old village chief would no longer easily carry this burden on his shoulders.
Seeing that he didn't express his opinion, an aunt rushed directly into Grandma Wang's house. She must have been to Grandma Wang's house before. As soon as she entered the door, she walked into the kitchen with familiarity.
He carried as much firewood as he could in his hands and went out of the door, but came back after a while.
The aunt moved quickly. Some villagers who were too embarrassed to show up were still watching, but many people still rushed in.
Those who could lift and those who couldn’t, acquaintances helped each other and moved the things away together.
The village chief watched helplessly and did not stop the crowd's actions. During this time, he visited the village chiefs of several nearby villages.
We also got some information from them that even the higher-ups couldn't predict when the heavy snow and low temperatures would stop.
They also told him another piece of news: even if the ice and snow melted later, there might be even more dangerous weather waiting for them.
This may just be the beginning.
Click, click~~
The main beam on Grandma Wang's house was also removed, and with continuous cracking sounds, their house collapsed.
Smoke and dust filled the air, but the villagers were unaware of it and rushed forward to pick up the firewood.
I was afraid that if I was a step slow, I would get nothing.
In just over an hour, only some ruins remained at the scene.
The villagers scattered, all immersed in tonight's harvest, and completely forgot what happened to Grandma Wang's family.
Soon a week passed. At first, Xiang Yu could still hear them discussing who the murderer was, but gradually, the matter faded from everyone's mind.
Blizzard's fifth month...
The second victim appeared in the village. Their way of death was almost exactly the same as that of Grandma Wang's family. It was estimated that the perpetrator was the same person.
The villagers who had been relatively calm became restless. At first they thought that Grandma Wang and her family had provoked someone.
But now we realize that the murderer seemed to be committing crimes randomly. For a time, people were in a panic. When they went out, everyone looked like the murderer to them.
The relationship between neighbors is not as warm as before.
This time, it was Widow Wang and her family who died, but there was only her and her young child at home. Her child endured the pain and ran away from home.
But he still died at the hands of the murderer, and the food in his home was also looted.
This time the old village chief did not come over. Everyone looked at the bodies of the mother and daughter on the ground, but did not dig a pit to bury them.
Instead, they numbly rushed into her house, scrambling to move things away so they could burn them to keep warm.
They had already chopped down all the firewood on the nearby mountains. If they wanted to go to a farther place to chop firewood, they would have to walk for at least an hour up the mountain.
But now the temperature is over 40 degrees below zero, and I am afraid that people will freeze to death before they reach their destination.
Xiang Cheng and Ahua took shovels and dug two large pits nearby, and buried Widow Wang and her daughter in them.
"Brother, is Xiao Lingling really dead?" Xiang Cheng's sister held her friend's toy in her hand and quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves.
She and Widow Wang's daughter had been playmates since childhood.
Xiang Yu glanced at the people present and found that many of them were secretly looking at him.
Even Xiang Yi and Uncle Xiang glanced at her sideways several times. Xiang Yu knew that the villagers were suspicious of her.
The next night, the doorbell hanging on the iron gate rang, followed by a few clicking sounds.
Xiang Yu got up, opened the door and went out, he smelled a foul odor. He frowned and opened the iron door, then saw several fleeing figures on the path.
There were several dark brown marks on the iron gate and several egg shells on the ground. Someone had thrown rotten eggs at her.
Xiang Yu looked at the direction those people left, took out the snowmobile directly from the space, and accelerated to chase after them.
The snowmobile directly knocked down the person running behind, and then hit another person.
There were four people in total. After knocking down two of them, Xiang Yu chased the remaining two. Finally, he tied up the four people with a rope and tied the other end of the rope to the snowmobile.
After dragging several people back, Xiang Yu grabbed one of them by the collar and pressed him directly towards the brown stain on the door.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me," the stench made the man feel nauseous, and he pressed hard against the door with his gloved hands.
The temperature is dozens of degrees below zero now, and this is an iron door. If his face touches it, his skin will be peeled off.
"You guys, lick it clean for me," Xiang Yu said as he stood at the door. The smell of rotten eggs was indeed very strong.
Several people looked at the knife in Xiang Yu's hand and felt scared. One of them tore off his sleeve and started wiping it, and the other three followed suit.
"Wipe it clean, why are you throwing rotten eggs at us?" Xiang Yu shone the flashlight on the four people's faces and memorized their appearance.
"The villagers said that you were killing people and stealing food, so we wanted to teach you a lesson," the men looked young, about the same age as Xiang Cheng.
"You saw me kill people with your own eyes. Did they see me kill Granny Wang's family? Or did they see me kill Widow Wang's family with their own eyes..."
"Is there any evidence? Who saw it?" Xiang Yu shone the flashlight on the iron door and asked them to wipe it clean until there was no smell.
"No, we didn't see it," several people answered in a low voice, as if they were all very afraid of Xiang Yu. After all, she said she didn't kill Grandma Wang and others, but she did kill Xiang Wu and others.
Xiang Yu did not let them leave easily and still tied them up with ropes. The next day, their relatives searched the whole village for them.
Only then did I realize that the person was in Xiang Yu's hands.
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