blood fox

Chapter 7

Yang Hui's death was so strange that many drops of blood dripped from the place where she was hanging to the window at the corner of the corridor where we were standing.

The experienced policeman confirmed Yang Hui's death with a glance from a distance. They are policemen who are not good at handling such things, and they are afraid of ruining the scene, so they just took a second look and let the young policeman take me away. Take it downstairs to the police car, where he's protecting the scene.

But just when I turned around, Yang Hui, who was dangling from the fire pipe, seemed to be unable to bear the rope, and rattled twice again.

The range of her body shaking back and forth began to increase, and the throat that was strangled by the wound made a "cuckling" sound, and there was a sound of something slowly being torn open.

And inside the fire pipe, there was also a creaking sound due to the rope being pulled.

Even the seasoned policeman was startled, he quickly took out his baton, and gave the young man a wink, telling him to be vigilant too.

As Yang Hui's body shook more and more, more and more blood dripped down. The thick, scarlet blood flowed down the blackened concrete stairs little by little.

I watched the blood turn into red paint that was about to congeal, and many images of the past flashed in front of my eyes, my stomach twitched, and I turned around and ran downstairs.

I don't want to see the picture of the dead again!

But when I turned around, I heard a "snap" sound, and the clothesline hanging Yang Hui's body seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and it broke with a flick.

The nylon rope slipped on the wound on Yang Hui's neck, the two ends bounced, and blood splashed everywhere. Yang Hui's body fell down the stairs in a flash, but it didn't fall, but lay horizontally on the handrail of the stairs.

"Ah!" The young policeman exclaimed and pulled me back.

I only felt the blood flashing before my eyes, and then I saw Yang Hui's body lying limply on the handrail of the stairs. His head was half broken because of his neck being strangled, and he hit the handrail and twisted violently.

Between the hanging black hair, a pair of protruding bloodshot eyes stared at me like the dead black cat during the day.

Blood gushed out from her neck, stained her black hair, and dripped down.

Because she was lying on the armrest, and the nightgown on her back was close to her body, the word "Yun Miao" carved out by the incision on her back became more and more clear.

"Yun Miao, let's go." The man's voice came from next to my ear again, and said in a deep voice to me: "Go home."

I stared at Yang Hui's body, panting heavily, and my mind began to rumble.

At the entrance of the dark corridor, the young policeman pulled me back, stretched his arms to protect me, and kept saying to me: "Don't look, don't look..."

But he himself was so frightened that his hands were shaking, and he was trembling when he spoke.

The experienced policeman took out his mobile phone to make calls again, urging someone to come over there quickly.

Obviously there are only three of us, but I seem to see many people pointing at me and whispering.

On the fire pipe, there seemed to be some scratching sounds and low cat meowing.

Vaguely, it seemed to hear the man's sigh and the sound of the bell shaking.

I was groggy all over, but I just hid behind the young policeman, clutching the Jade Buddha on his chest tightly, and forcibly glanced away, not looking at Yang Hui's protruding bloodshot eyes.

I was a little dazed about how I went downstairs afterwards, I just felt a police uniform covering my head, with both hands around my shoulders, leading me down carefully.

Until I was sitting in the police car, listening to a female voice next to me comforting me gently, but I couldn't listen to anything, and my stomach twitched badly.

All in front of me were the wide-open eyes of the black cat when it died, the strangled wound on Yang Hui's neck, the blood-stained pajamas, and the bloodshot and bulging eyes...

There are also many scenes of blood flowing!
In the end, I pushed open the car door, lay on the side of the weed-covered flower bed in the community, and vomited upside down during the alarm bell.

When I finished vomiting and looked up again, I found that in the entire community, except for the corridors on the fourth floor of four buildings with flickering lights, there was no light in any other houses.

How could they sleep when the alarm was so loud?

I didn't stay at the scene for too long, because I called the police and my roommate died. I was taken back to the police station to make a statement.

Just as the car was moving, the man sighed again: "Since you know you can't save her, why do you call the police? You know how troublesome it is to call the police. Didn't you call the police before?"

I held the Jade Buddha and tried not to let myself think about the past.

But I thought that Yang Hui was saved this time, after all, the gold bracelet she was wearing was not mine.

When I arrived at the police station, I cooperatively handed in my ID card and mobile phone.

The police usually check first and then ask questions.

While I was waiting, the policewoman stayed with me, comforted me gently, and made me a cup of hot cocoa to soothe my nerves.

He also asked me why I went to work so far away from home by myself, with no relatives or relatives, and I didn't study here in college.

But I know that after they investigate, they won't be so gentle with me.

Sure enough, when the results of the investigation came out, the female policeman flipped through my files, and every time she flipped through a sheet, she would glance at me. As she scrolled down, her face became paler and more solemn.

I held the cup of hot cocoa, shook my hands, and took a sip. I wanted to smile at her, but I couldn't.

"You..." The policewoman flipped through the information and said softly: "Since the second year of junior high school, I have reported to the police three times, and each time a classmate or roommate died in front of you, and the death was very tragic. So you changed schools three times in junior high, two in high school, and dropped out before finishing college?"

"Yes." I sipped the hot cocoa. It was sweet and mellow, but it seemed bitter and astringent in my mouth.

I didn't know who my parents were since I was a child, they were adopted by my grandma.

Grandma helps people make joss sticks in the village, that is, if someone has funeral affairs, she helps light joss sticks, burn paper, toast and so on in the mourning hall. The amount of money depends on the owner.

But we can get back the chicken, duck, fish and so on that were placed in the mourning hall, and sometimes the owner will give us the rice that was placed as a sacrifice, so life can be regarded as passable.

People in the village sympathize with her that it is not easy to raise a child. Whoever has old children's clothes will give me to wear them, but grandma never wants two clothes for the children of the family, saying that one is enough.

I grew up wearing Baijia clothes and eating Baijia rice since I was a child.

As long as I don't wear the clothes, shoes and socks that I have worn, my grandma will burn them.

But when I was about to graduate in the sixth grade, a child from the same village took me a red scarf, because I don’t want to wear it in junior high school, she always loses things, and asks me for one. Asked her mother for money to buy it, but was scolded.

I've worn that red scarf for many years, and it's not too red after washing. It's a little gray and old, so I didn't care about it, so I gave it to her.

When I saw that red scarf again later, it was hanging on a crooked tree in the back mountain. The red scarf was stained with blood, it was extremely red...

It was as red as the pajamas on Yang Hui today.

(End of this chapter)