That was a knife. She used it to threaten Zhou Jian'an and force him to go with them.
Mao Xia suddenly let go of his hand. Greyhound thought she had come to her senses and smiled as he went to open the door. He had just grasped the handle and was about to open the door with a smug look on his face when, before he could open the door, a fatal pain shot through his lower back.
Greyhound's smile froze on his face, his smile tinged with pain. His expression twisted as he turned back in disbelief.
He was greeted by Mao Xia's resolute face and icy eyes.
Mao Xia held a knife in her hand, and bright red blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the floor.
The black handbag in his hand fell to the ground with a dull thud, and Greyhound clutched his lower back, trembling with pain.
"Mao Xia!" Greyhound stared at Mao Xia in disbelief.
However, Mao Xia remained silent, almost frantic. She suddenly stepped forward and stabbed the greyhound hard in the abdomen.
"Go to hell! Go to hell! Let you run, let you run! Let you betray me! What right do you have to lie to me, to toy with me! What right do you have to be high above me, looking down on my pain! What right do you have to discard me like trash!"
As Mao Xia spoke, he stabbed, the blade entering and exiting the body with a dull thud.
The greyhound finally lost its balance and tumbled forward, falling straight to the floor.
Mao Xia finally stopped. She seemed to have come to her senses and looked at her hands in disbelief, and at the lifeless greyhound on the ground.
She wasn't panicked; she didn't know what was wrong with her. Greyhound's words had extinguished her hope for life.
Mao Xia no longer intends to leave alive.
Mao Xia went back to the bathroom to wash her hands again. After washing her hands clean, she looked at the gray dog lying on the ground, paused for a moment, and then took a stack of money and went out.
Mao Xia went to a place she remembered Xiang Yanlong used to live there. She told herself that if Xiang Yanlong had moved away, she would let him go; if he hadn't, she would kill him.
Mao Xia used her shirt to tie the knife in her hand.
She knocked on Xiang Yanlong's door several times, and a man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"
The voice sounded a little impatient.
It was Xiang Yanlong's voice. Mao Xia had once loved this man, and she was very familiar with his voice.
She didn't speak, staring straight ahead.
When Xiang Yanlong opened the door and saw Mao Xia, he was taken aback. "Why are you here?"
Mao Xia held up the money in her left hand. "Aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?"
That stack of money must have been worth at least tens of thousands. Xiang Yanlong hadn't had a good time these past few years. He had gambled away all the money he had swindled from Mao Xia. He was in his thirties and had found a wife in the South China Sea. Their child had already been born, and he had to support the family, both young and old.
Xiang Yanlong never had enough money.
If Mao Xia continues to foolishly give away money, Xiang Yanlong will not refuse.
Xiang Yanlong felt he was charming, and even after so many years, Mao Xia still hadn't forgotten him.
He curled his lips into a smile, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "Come in!"
Mao Xia went inside, stood there expressionless, and walked towards Yan Long. "Speak, what brings you here?"
He was still carefree and had a roguish air about him, which was exactly the kind of person Mao Xia loved back then.
The sound of washing clothes came from the balcony. Mao Xia saw a woman sitting on a stool washing clothes with a washboard. The children inside seemed to be playing with toys. The house wasn't luxurious, but there was a family of three living there. As long as there were family members, there was hope in life.
Xiang Yanlong is walking forward.
He swindled Mao Xia out of her money and ruined her life, yet he faced no punishment whatsoever.
He got married and had children, but he didn't feel any guilt whatsoever and still wanted to continue swindling money from me.
Mao Xia curled her lips into a smile, held up the money, and said, "Xiang Yanlong, come here."
With a half-smile, Xiang Yanlong approached Mao Xia while smoking, "What's wrong? Have too much money to spend? Did you specially send me money?"
Mao Xia smiled, stretched out his right hand, and stabbed into Xiang Yanlong's abdomen.
As soon as Xiang Yanlong's lips curled up, his facial nerves suddenly twitched and spasmed.
Xiang Yanlong's expression was very similar to Greyhound's: shock, surprise, disbelief, panic, fear...
These expressions were too complex for Mao Xia to decipher.
But she could read their eyes; it was the fear of the weak towards the strong. Only the weak are afraid, and Mao Xia was no longer weak.
Mao Xia stabbed him five more times, each stab fatal.
Xiang Yanlong twitched and collapsed to the ground.
His wife didn't pay much attention to this place. Xiang Yanlong had many bad friends, and people came to visit him every day. She still had a lot of clothes to wash, and the children were noisy. She really didn't want to pay attention to those messy things. She just wanted to finish washing the clothes as soon as possible so she could lie in bed and take a nap and rest for a while.
Seeing this, Mao Xia walked out the door expressionlessly.
Mao Xia threw away the knife and walked onto the road.
Newspapers were hanging on the newsstand by the roadside.
Mao Xia saw a headline in an evening newspaper: the mutual aid association president, Zhou Fangchun, had been executed yesterday.
The evening paper devoted an entire page to recounting this old story.
The mutual aid society is a thing of the past. The events of that time have long since become blurred in the memories of a generation, just like this newspaper, which will one day have yellowed edges.
Mao Xia stared at the newspaper for a long time.
After a while, Mao Xia's gaze was drawn to the entertainment magazine next door. It was an entertainment magazine from Hong Kong, brought in by fishermen from the port. Hong Kong magazines have a lot of gossip, and people on the mainland also buy them. Nanhai newsstands occasionally sell these kinds of things.
Hong Kong newspapers and magazines can uncover a lot of gossip. The headline of this newspaper is about the famous actress Chu Chu winning an Oscar and marrying a Hong Kong tycoon!
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