I tried to run away, but before I could take two steps, I tripped over something and fell to the ground. I struggled, but the bag was too sturdy. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break free. The smell that filled my nostrils told me that it was a fertilizer bag containing urea. These bags were so sturdy that it was impossible to open them from the inside.
All I could do was make whimpering noises, rolling around on the ground as they hit my body with a wooden stick.
Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to intend to kill me; they were only hitting my body. Otherwise, hitting my head with that kind of force would definitely have left me bleeding profusely.
Was it a robbery?
But that doesn't make sense; I didn't hear the other party ask for money.
I don't think I've done anything to anyone, so why did they beat me up? I'm just a deliveryman, what did I ever do to deserve this? At this moment, I not only feel pain in my body, but I also feel like crying but can't. I feel extremely wronged.
I endured the pain and shouted, "I'm just a deliveryman, why are you hitting me? I didn't do anything to you!"
"Hmph, I recognize your number. I was just looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come to me like this."
I heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from outside.
"Who are you and what do you want?" I couldn't remember what I had done to offend him. Judging from the middle-aged man's tone, it was as if I had some deep-seated grudge against him. Could it be because I delivered his package late that he attacked me so severely?
“Who am I? You don’t know? My daughter has been dead for so long, and you still dare to call and mess with me? You’re practically asking for death.”
The middle-aged man was extremely angry, and I could clearly feel that he hit the stick much harder.
"I'm not kidding you, I really saw her last night, right at the traffic light. She even wanted me to take her home." I finally knew who the other person was. It must be the guy I called last night, Ma Jiajie's dad. I must have had the worst luck in the world to have been caught by him.
"Damn it, you still dare to talk nonsense? I'll beat you to death!" the middle-aged man cursed, increasing the force of his blows.
“I’m not lying, I really saw her, right at the intersection, carrying a red backpack. Your phone number is the one she gave me that night. You can check my phone’s call history if you don’t believe me. We call virtual numbers when delivering packages, not 11-digit mobile numbers,” I said loudly, enduring the pain.
"Really?" The middle-aged man paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and asked uncertainly.
"Really, I'm not lying to you, otherwise I'll die a horrible death, and my manhood will rot away immediately." I hurriedly and earnestly said, mimicking Zhang Guangyin's words and making the most vicious oath a man could make.
Just as I finished speaking, I suddenly felt the restraints on my body being ripped off, and I was able to move normally again. I didn't have time to see who had beaten me up, so I used both hands to rub the painful areas on my body.
"Tell me, how did you see my daughter?"
The middle-aged man's cold voice rang in my ears.
I struggled to sit up from the ground and saw three people glaring at me with hostile eyes. One of them was a middle-aged woman, probably around 45 years old, with long hair, a haggard face, and tear stains at the corners of her eyes, clearly having just been crying.
A middle-aged man, around 45 years old, with a fit build, wearing a green vest, dark skin, holding a carrying pole in his hand, looked furious.
There was also a young man around 18 years old, with dyed yellow hair, wearing a black t-shirt, with half of a dragon claw tattoo showing on his arm, and the broomstick in his hand was broken in two.
No wonder I felt like two people were hitting me earlier; it turns out it really was.
“Around 10 p.m. last night, I was taking a colleague back to Daping Village. When I got back to the intersection, I saw a girl in her early twenties wearing a white dress and carrying a red backpack. She asked me if I offered her rides. I’m a deliveryman, and my electric scooter was out of power, so I told her I couldn’t. Seeing her standing there alone late at night, I kindly offered to help her make a phone call. But my phone was almost dead, and after I made the call, it automatically shut down after I said one sentence.” I rubbed the aching spots on my body and recounted what happened when I met Ma Jiajie that night. Actually, I was still very angry, but I was in the wrong first, and this family had recently lost a loved one. Thinking of this, my resentment lessened considerably.
The middle-aged man and the woman exchanged a glance, their faces grim. He asked me, "You mean my phone number was given to you by my daughter?"
"Yes." I nodded very firmly. What happened last night is still vivid in my memory. I can even recall a certain detail.
"Dad, could it be that all those dreams we had were sent to us by my sister? Was she really pushed onto a truck by a woman in red?" The blond-haired youth asked the middle-aged man, his face also looking grim.
The middle-aged man's face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.
The middle-aged woman covered her face and sobbed.
I could glean some clues from their conversation.
Seeing this middle-aged woman's sorrowful scene touched a deep chord within me. I had never seen my parents since I was old enough to understand, and now, in the Ma family, it was a case of the elderly burying their children. After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Uncle, although I don't know what your daughter has become, she sat on the back of my car last night and followed me all the way to Liuluo Village. How about this, I know a master who can help you invite him over to see if your girl has any unfulfilled wishes and to help her reincarnate as soon as possible."
“My older sister appeared to us in a dream, saying she couldn’t find her way home. She was pushed out by a woman in red and hit by a car. She told us to come and take her home. The three of us have the same dream every night,” the middle-aged woman said softly, sobbing.
"Who is this 'Master' you're talking about?" The middle-aged man's tone was icy, but the hatred in his eyes had vanished.
"Liu Ergou from Luguchong Village, Liuluo Village Committee," I hurriedly replied. Ever since my grandfather passed away, we've always called on Hu Ergou for weddings and funerals.
"Young man, I'm so sorry about that. Are you still in pain? Let me find some medicine to rub on you." After saying that, the middle-aged woman found a bottle of medicine and took out a few hundred yuan from her pocket, handed it to me, and said, "The child's father thought you were deliberately messing with us, so he hit you. I hope you can forgive him."
"Auntie, I understand how you feel. I don't need your money. My injuries are just minor, nothing serious." I didn't take the money from the middle-aged woman. Instead, I took the anti-inflammatory and analgesic tincture she offered and started rubbing it on the injured areas of my hands.
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