Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Yan Bugui was awakened by a series of intermittent crying sounds. He put on his coat, slipped on his shoes, and went out into the yard.

"Who is it, howling like a ghost in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

"Who is it? Come out now!"

He pushed open the courtyard gate, and the person had already walked out of the courtyard.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure stood in the shadows, watching quietly, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Yan Bugui shone his flashlight around until it reached the crooked old locust tree at the alley entrance.

The beam of light swept across the rough bark, across the drooping branches, and then stopped.

The beam of light flickered for a moment, then stabilized.

Yan Bugui's mouth was wide open.

Three figures hung side by side among the branches of the old locust tree, swaying slowly in the cold wind.

The one on the far left is Jia Dongxu. He has his head down, and his wide-open eyes meet Yan Bugui's gaze.

In the middle is Liu Guangtian, his eyes open; on the far right is Liu Guangfu, whose body is still swaying slightly.

Yan Bugui's flashlight trembled, the beam of light slipped from the tree to the ground, and then suddenly rose up again.

"Help...help! Something terrible has happened! Someone's been killed!"

In a short time.

One light came on, then another.

The first people to push open the courtyard gate were Yi Zhonghai and his wife. When his gaze followed Yan Bugui's trembling fingers and landed on the old locust tree...

His body swayed suddenly.

He recognized that face—the face he had looked at for over twenty years, the face to which he had placed all his hopes for his old age.

Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai took two steps forward, trembling, stopped, took two more steps, and cried out in anguish, "Dongxu..."

The middle-aged woman, Wang Cuilan, collapsed to the ground as if her bones had been removed; it was truly terrifying.

Three people died at once.

The visual impact is strong.

Liu Haizhong was the third to come out. As the person in charge, he had to come out quickly if something happened in the courtyard.

As soon as I left the hospital, before I could even ask what happened, I spotted three familiar figures in the tree.

Two of them were his own sons.

"Guangtian... Guangfu..."

"My dear son!"

Liu Haizhong screamed, tears streaming down his face. He staggered forward two steps, then stopped, as if afraid to get any closer.

He cannot disturb the scene.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to investigate how their own son died.

Who is it?

Why kill his son?

Neither of them were spared; what kind of hatred could drive someone to do this?

Liu Haizhong thought about it carefully and realized that he didn't seem to have any enemies. The only person he always had some friction with was Yi Zhonghai.

But Jia Dongxu was also in the tree.

It's impossible for Yi Zhonghai to be so heartless as to kill his own elderly relative.

Who is the killer?

Aunt Li Zhaodi followed them out, and upon seeing the scene in the tree, she fell straight backward.

Her neighbors rushed to her aid, pinching her philtrum and patting her back. She slowly regained consciousness and let out a heart-wrenching cry:

"Who killed my son? I will avenge him..."

When Qin Huai heard the crying outside the courtyard, she thought she heard Jia Dongxu's name, and her heart skipped a beat.

Dongxu has been out buying food for so long and hasn't come back yet. Could something have happened to him?

The thought of that possibility...

Qin Huai rushed out, throwing on a coat and letting her hair fall over her shoulders. When she saw Jia Dongxu in the tree...

She seemed frozen in place, her eyes wide open, but her pupils constricted. "Dongxu... Dongxu..."

Madam Jia originally didn't want to get up and meddle in other people's business, but when she heard Qin Huairu crying outside, her heart skipped a beat.

He walked out without even putting on his shoes properly, and tripped as he crossed the threshold, scraping his knee on the bluestone slab and drawing blood.

She walked to the courtyard gate, her gaze passing through the crowd and settling on the old locust tree.

In that instant, Jia Zhangshi felt as if a bone had been removed from her body, and she slid down the door frame, collapsing onto the threshold.

She cried out in heart-wrenching sobs, "Dongxu... my son..."

She pounded the ground with her palms, again and again, "Dongxu, how could you leave your mother like this? What are we supposed to do?"

"Dongxu, did someone harm you? Please come to me in a dream and tell me, Dongxu, please... Waaah..."

Banggeng and Xiaodang had somehow managed to escape. When they opened their eyes wide and saw the three swaying bodies in the tree, their mouths agape, they were so frightened that they burst into tears.

"Daddy, Daddy, boohoo..."

The residents of the courtyard came out one after another, and when they saw what was happening in the tree, they were all frightened and kept their distance.

Yan Bugui glanced around at the chaotic courtyard gate, took two steps back, turned around, and shouted at the chaos behind him:

"Jie Cheng! Go to the police station to report this!"

Yan Jiecheng was standing on tiptoe behind the crowd, looking around. When he heard his father's shout, he was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously and turned to run towards the alley entrance.

Outside the Hongxing Police Station.

Yan Jiecheng's voice was still trembling: "Officer... Officer, three people have hanged themselves on that crooked tree outside our compound."

"Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangtian, Liu Guangfu, they were hanging in the tree, like...like swinging on a swing."

...

on site.

People from other courtyard houses nearby also came over.

They stopped a few steps away from the tree, their eyes fixed on it with curiosity.

"What happened? Three perfectly healthy people, how could they just be gone?"

An older woman wearing a headscarf lowered her voice, but her gaze involuntarily drifted towards the tree.

"Yes, Jia Dongxu greeted me during the day."

Xu Damao said somewhat fearfully, "They must have offended someone, otherwise who would like to swing?"