Chapter 162: The survivors of Qiaojia Village.



"Damn, you stinky beggar, you dare to curse me, I'll beat you to death!" A violent man got out of the car and took a look at the car body. He suddenly became furious and kicked the beggar wildly with his feet.

But the beggar did not dodge and continued to talk nonsense.

"Hahahaha...all of them are dead. If I die, you will die too..."

The violent man became even angrier and started kicking wildly again.

Every move was brutal, kicking and hitting the vulnerable parts.

Soon, the beggar cried out in pain.

"Stop hitting me, it hurts...it hurts so much..."

"Damn it, you're still acting crazy! My car is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and I scratched it. Can you afford to pay for it?!"

"Trash, scum, sewer garbage!"

Seeing that the angry man was still refusing to give in, several people on the side began to persuade him.

"Young man, forget it. He has mental problems. Don't worry about it. You've beaten him and scolded him. It's time for him to calm down. If you continue, someone will die."

"That's right, let's be merciful. I don't think the problem with this car is serious. Just a little paint job will do."

“…”

Seeing many passers-by gathering around him, the irritable man was embarrassed and shouted: "Bah, I'm just a poor beggar. I'm just contributing to the city and maintaining its appearance!"

"You're so kind, will you compensate me for the money I spent on repainting?"

Everyone was silent, and then silently called the police.

At this time, the sheriff can only take charge.

Inside the store.

The boss came over with a bowl that was almost as big as his face. Looking at what was happening outside, he couldn't help but shook his head.

"Alas, the people of Qiaojia Village are so pitiful. Everything was going well, but something like this happened. I heard quite a few people died."

The boss rubbed his hands on his apron and said, "Hello, enjoy your meal. If you don't have enough noodles, you can get more for free..."

The county town is so small that if something happens, basically everyone will know about it.

"That's right. I heard that he was the only survivor. He was sent to a mental hospital for recuperation several times, but he escaped again and insisted that something wanted to harm him!" said a guest.

"That's right. Now that village is also sealed off. I also heard that several powerful leaders came from above, but after entering, they lost their faith."

Everyone expressed sympathy for the beggar's plight.

But he didn't go forward. It's not easy for anyone these days.

It's unrealistic to really pay thousands of dollars for this beggar.

So... the best thing to do is to call the police!

Perhaps because the violent man had acted too harshly, the beggar who was curled up on the ground suddenly pounced on him and said ferociously: "It's you...it's you...you who killed us. I'm going to kill you!"

The beggar bit the man's thigh and grabbed the man's pocket with his right hand.

Qiao Yuan in the store raised his eyebrows.

Outside, the violent man screamed in pain, kicked the beggar away, looked at the blood in the beggar's mouth, picked up the brick on the ground and walked over.

"You stinky beggar, I'm going to save you today!"

However, just as he was about to take action, his arm was stopped by an unshakable force.

"You hit him so many times, and he bit you, it's even!" Qiao Yuan's voice came.

"Who the hell are you? I said it's even, so if you don't let go, I'll deal with you too." The man became more and more angry, and his words became more and more unpleasant.

"stupid……"

Qiao Yuan exerted force with his right hand.

“Ah…it hurts…it hurts…it hurts…”

The irritable man's body went limp and he started crying.

"Do I need to say it a second time?"

"No, no..." The irritable man immediately begged for mercy. He knew that he had met a tough guy today.

"roll!"

The grumpy man immediately rolled aside.

Qiao Yuan came to the beggar and helped him up.

Lifting up the fluffy and messy hair, I looked at the face covered with dirt and grime.

Very familiar!

But for a moment I couldn't remember the name.

I think his name is Qiao...Qiao Xing.

Hmm... I think I met him last year when my predecessor went back to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

"Do you still remember me? My name is Qiao Yuan."

“Dead… all dead… wuwu… all dead…”

It seems...he is a little confused.

"Damn, you little thing actually dared to threaten me. I'm going to break your legs today."

The angry man who entered the car took out an iron baseball bat from the back and was about to get out of the car to teach Qiao Yuan a lesson.

The sheriff's car appeared in the distance.

"Zhao, you're lucky!" The irritable man had to hide his weapon, but he had already memorized Qiao Yuan's face deep in his heart.

"I'll deal with you later!"

In the distance, the sheriff rushed to the scene and found out through surveillance video that the accident was caused by the irritable man driving on the non-motorized vehicle lane. After dealing with the fine, he seriously criticized the irritable man and finally came to Qiao Yuan.

"Qiao Xing, why did you escape again? Really? Can't you give us some peace of mind?"

The sheriff was somewhat helpless. As the only survivor in Qiaojia Village, he had been in a state of mental confusion and was sent to a local mental hospital.

As a result, this guy was so smart that he was able to escape again and again. It has to be said that it was a miracle.

"My friend, can I ask what's going on?" Qiao Yuan looked up and asked.

"Who are you?" The sheriff frowned and looked at Qiao Yuan.

"Qiao Yuan, a villager from Qiao Village."

The sheriff's expression was clearly filled with disbelief. All the villagers in Qiaojia Village had died, so how could there be any villagers left?

"I'm from the next village, how come I don't know this name?"

In response to the sheriff's questions, Qiao Yuan searched his mind for memories.

"My dad Qiao Feng, my grandpa Qiao Shan."

"Are you Qiao Shan's grandson?" The sheriff looked surprised.

As expected, for Qiao Yuan, who rarely returns to his hometown, these fellow villagers can only remember his grandfather's generation.

Afterwards, the sheriff confirmed Qiao Yuan's identity by checking on his mobile phone.

After sending someone to send Qiao Xing to a mental hospital, at Qiao Yuan's constant request, he began to talk about what had happened before.

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