Zhou Bingqiang pulled the door and it opened.
The door was open and it was dark outside.
Zhou Bingqiang mustered up the courage to walk out, but he tripped and fell.
Zhou Bingqiang looked down and saw Widow Liu lying on the ground with her eyes closed.
Zhou Bingqiang reached out and felt Widow Liu's breath.
No?
Widow Liu is dead!
Zhou Bingqiang was so frightened that he crawled all the way home.
Zhou Bingqiang didn't sleep all night.
As soon as I closed my eyes, the pale face of Widow Liu and the cold snort of the mysterious man appeared in my mind.
Who is that mysterious man?
Why did he go to Widow Liu's house in the middle of the night?
The mysterious man killed Widow Liu, so why didn't he just go in and kill him too, but instead opened the door for him?
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The more Zhou Bingqiang thought about it, the more his headache worsened, and the more he didn't want to get up.
He almost lost his life last night, so he deserves to sleep a little longer today.
There are still 500 yuan in the wooden box under the bed. Should he tell Chen Jinfeng later?
The five hundred yuan was the "hush money" that Zhou Dazhu gave to Zhou Bingqiang in installments after he became the village accountant.
Zhou Bingqiang was reluctant to spend a single cent. He put all of it in a wooden box and buried it under the bed.
Zhou Bingqiang originally thought that the money would be used for his children to get married when they grew up.
But now, Zhou Bingqiang regrets it.
If I had known that he would have such a short life, I should have gone to town every day to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks and spend all the money.
If Chen Jinfeng takes such a huge sum of money and then goes back to her parents' home to marry someone else, wouldn't he be at a loss?
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