Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi searched the area around the courtyard house again and again, turning over every alleyway, corner of the courtyard, and even the nearby public toilet, but they couldn't find any trace of Banggeng.

"Bang Geng—Bang Geng Ah—"

Jia Zhangshi's voice had become hoarse from shouting. She slumped down on the stone bench at the entrance of the courtyard, slapping her thigh and wailing.

"My dear grandson... if anything were to happen to you, how could your grandmother live on..."

Qin Huairu's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she could barely stand, relying entirely on Sha Zhu for support: "Zhu Zi... Bang Geng... he wouldn't really be in trouble, would he..."

Sha Zhu was also panicking, but he still tried to comfort her, "Sister Qin, don't worry, Bang Geng is clever, maybe he's just gone off to play somewhere..."

He himself didn't believe what he said.

Where can a four-and-a-half-year-old child go to play?

Yi Zhonghai stood to the side, his face so gloomy it could wring water out of it.

He subconsciously touched his aching lower abdomen, his mind a jumbled mess.

The stalk has gone missing...

"Zhu Zi, go to the police station to report the case. The police are professional at finding people; they're much better than us searching blindly."

"Okay! I'll go right now."

Sha Zhu responded and turned to run away.

Yi Zhonghai then looked at the others in the yard, "Everyone, please help look again, especially in the places the children usually like to play..."

"Okay, sir."

Not long after.

Director Li has come again.

Seeing Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu crying and wailing, he frowned so deeply that he could have trapped a fly.

"Chief Li, you've finally arrived!"

Jia Zhangshi rushed over as if she had grasped a lifeline, grabbing Director Li's arm, "My grandson Banggeng is missing, he must have been kidnapped, you must find him!"

Qin Huairu also cried and pleaded, "Officers...please...you must find my son...he's only four years old..."

Director Li was in a real bind.

He ran to this courtyard three times that day.

First Jia Dongxu hanged himself, then Liu Guangtian died unexpectedly, and now a child has gone missing...

What evil spirit has possessed this courtyard?

"Auntie, calm down."

Director Li pulled his arm away. "When did the child go missing? Who last saw him? Where did he disappear from?"

Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu recounted the whole story, one after the other.

After hearing this, Director Li became even more puzzled.

A four-year-old child was in his own house while the adults were talking in the outer room, and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

With all the doors and windows closed, where could the child go?

"Have you offended anyone recently?" Director Li asked tentatively, his gaze sweeping over the two men's faces.

"No."

Madam Jia quickly shook her head, but her triangular eyes flickered slightly. "We're just a widow and her child, who could we possibly offend?"

Qin Huairu also whispered, "Officer, we're just ordinary people, we get along well with our neighbors..."

Director Li glanced at them but didn't ask any further questions.

He turned to the police officers behind him and said, "Xiao Liu, Xiao Wang, take your men and search the yard and surrounding areas again carefully, especially places where people can hide."

"yes!"

Several police officers immediately began their work.

Director Li himself was also busy; he first carefully inspected the Jia family's house.

The doors and windows were intact, with no signs of forced entry.

The room was simply furnished and could be seen at a glance.

The child seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Director Li walked out of the Jia family's house, stood in the courtyard, and looked around.

This courtyard house... has an indescribable eeriness about it.

Two lives lost in one day, and a child went missing.

And those who died were all...

A thought suddenly flashed through Director Li's mind.

According to the investigation report, all those who died were people who had participated in beating the Lin family's children.

Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangtian...

So, the next one...

He suddenly looked in the direction of the Yan family.

Yan Jiecheng!

Chief Li strode towards the front yard and ran into Yan Bugui and his wife, who were helping to find the stalks. "Chief Li..."

"Is Comrade Yan Jiecheng at home?" Director Li asked directly.

Yan Bugui was taken aback, then looked back at the house: "He's...he's here...Jiecheng is inside..."

As he spoke, he called out into the house, "Jie Cheng!"

no respond.

"Yu Li?"

"Dad, I'm at the Intermediate People's Court. What's up?"

Yu Li responded.

Yan Bugui's heart sank, he had a bad feeling, and he quickly walked back into the house, with Yang Ruihua following closely behind.

Director Li followed them inside.

The room was empty.

Yan Jiecheng has disappeared.

"I remember when I left, he... he was just here..." Yang Ruihua's voice began to tremble.

Yan Bugui's face turned deathly pale.

Director Li's heart skipped a beat, and he turned and walked out: "Quick! Search inside and outside the compound."

He had just stepped out of the Yan family's house when he heard Officer Wang shout in alarm, "Someone's dead! Someone's dead!!"

The voice was filled with fear.

Director Li's heart sank, and he turned and ran outside.

The others in the courtyard heard it too and rushed to the backyard.

Several people had already gathered under the crooked old locust tree.

They pointed to the tree, their faces ashen, speechless.

When Director Li looked up, his blood ran cold.

A person is hanging from the tree.

Yan Jiecheng.

His body swayed slightly in the air, with a hemp rope around his neck, the knot of which was exactly the same as Jia Dongxu's.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were dilated, his tongue was sticking out long, and his face still held the look of terror he had before his death.

It was so eerie it sent chills down my spine.

"Someone's...dead..." someone said, trembling.

"Another one died..."

"This courtyard...this courtyard is uninhabitable..."

Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua stumbled over, and when they saw their son in the tree, Yang Ruihua's eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Jiecheng! My son!"

Yan Bugui lunged at the base of the tree, trying to climb up, but his legs were too weak to stand. "Jiecheng! Come down! Come down!"

He collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse: "How could this happen... how could this happen..."

When Liu Guangtian died that morning, he was relieved that it wasn't his son who had died.

How come it happened so quickly...

"No!!! It's done! Waaah..."

Yu Li collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Her husband died.

Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu also rushed over. Upon seeing Yan Jiecheng's corpse, Jia Zhangshi was so frightened that she took two steps back and sat down heavily on the ground, saying, "Another...another one..."

Qin Huairu covered her mouth, trembling all over.

She remembered Third Master's words—"When a great calamity strikes, first seek out your enemy."

Jia Dongxu is dead, Liu Guangtian is dead, and now Yan Jiecheng is dead too...

All three people who participated in killing Lin Tian are dead.

So, the next one...

Qin Huairu suddenly looked towards the backyard.

There was no sound at all from Lin Tian's house.

Everyone stared at the corpse in the tree, then at each other, their eyes filled with terror.

They wanted to say it was an evil spirit that killed him, that it was the ghost of the Lin family returning for revenge…

But no one dared to say it aloud.

Chief Li was right next to me; he was a police officer.

Promoting feudal superstition?

Is it said that ghosts are taking lives?

They could be arrested on the spot!

……