Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The next morning, Yi Zhonghai was awakened by a violent feeling of nausea.

"vomit--"

He suddenly sat up in bed, covered his mouth, and a sour taste rushed into his throat.

He quickly got out of bed, rushed to the spittoon in the corner of the room, and dry heaved.

Wang Cuilan was startled awake. She sat up, put on her clothes, and asked, "Husband, what's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"

"I...I don't know..."

Yi Zhonghai vomited until tears streamed down his face, but he couldn't vomit anything. He felt his stomach churning, his throat tight and smelly, and he was dizzy.

Even more strangely, he felt a dull ache in his lower abdomen, not the kind of pain that comes with diarrhea, but a kind of... bloating.

Wang Cuilan got out of bed and poured him a glass of water: "Drink some water to calm down. Did you drink too much last night?"

Yi Zhonghai took the water glass, took a sip, and felt nauseous again.

He waved his hand, his face pale: "Something's not right... I feel something's not right..."

He's had diarrhea before, so something feels wrong.

Wang Cuilan smelled the odor, frowned, and said, "Honey, did you drink urine last night instead of alcohol? Why do you smell like urine?"

Yi Zhonghai was taken aback, sniffed carefully, and it really was. Then he exclaimed, "Ugh—!"

No wonder your breath smells bad.

Who did it?

Don't let me find out who it is?

Cuilan?

Impossible, it shouldn't be her.

Just then, a commotion arose in the courtyard.

"Ah—someone's dead! Someone's hanged themselves!"

"Jia Dongxu is dead! Jia Dongxu hanged himself!!!"

What?

Despite his discomfort, Yi Zhonghai got dressed and went out.

As an elderly man, he had to take charge of the situation.

You can't let anything happen to the elderly people you care for.

"What happened?"

"Who died?"

"Where is it?"

The crowd surged to the gate and saw Jia Dongxu hanging from the tree, causing an uproar.

Jia Zhangshi pushed through the crowd, saw her son's body, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted immediately.

"Mother!"

Qin Huairu looked at her husband in the tree, her face deathly pale, and sat down on the ground, crying, "Dongxu! Dongxu! How can I live without you?"

When Banggeng saw Jia Dongxu's ashen face and his long, slurred speech, he burst into tears, crying, "Daddy..."

Xiao Dang also cried her eyes out.

Yi Zhonghai rushed out, saw this scene, gasped, and swayed. His elderly relative was gone.

What should we do next?

"Quick! Put him down, there might still be hope."

Several strong young men hurriedly put Jia Dongxu down.

Yi Zhonghai knelt down to check her pulse and breathing. After a long while, he shook his head heavily: "She's not breathing... her body is stiff..."

"My son—"

Just as Jia Zhangshi woke up, she let out another wail and threw herself onto her son's body, crying, "How could you be so foolish? How could you be so heartless?"

Qin Huairu knelt to the side, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, but she couldn't cry out; she was just trembling all over.

Liu Haizhong squeezed in, frowning, "What...what happened? How could Dongxu..."

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses and carefully examined the scene: "It looks like a suicide."

"suicide?"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly looked up, "Why did Dongxu commit suicide? He was perfectly fine last night!"

"Yeah, they were drinking and eating meat last night," someone whispered.

Suddenly, Madam Jia jumped up, her eyes bloodshot as she scanned the crowd: "Suicide? How could my son commit suicide? Someone must have harmed him! Who? Who harmed my son?"

Her gaze finally fell on the backyard, and she gritted her teeth: "It must be that little beast from the Lin family. He hates that we took over his house. It must be him."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at the backyard.

Lin Tian had already been woken up by the noise.

I fed my little sister another big meat bun, and I must say, it really is huge.

He would believe it if you said it weighed half a pound.

"Brother, where did you get this big meat bun? It's so delicious! I wish I could eat it every day from now on."

Lin Tian brought out a bowl of spiritual spring water to feed Tangtang. After a night's rest, his injuries and his sister Tangtang's bruises had almost healed.

"Sweetie, we'll have big meat buns to eat every day."

"Yay, we get to eat big meat buns!"

Tangtang was happily talking when she covered her mouth again. Guoguo had said last night that no one should know.

Otherwise, there won't be any big meat buns to eat. She wants to eat big meat buns and eat them with her husband.

Lin Tian felt a warmth in his heart from her cuteness; it felt so good to have a younger sister.

"Tangtang, eat slowly. Brother will go out and take a look. It's noisy outside, so be good, okay?"

The main reason is to go out and eat the gossip of that old pig and dog Jia Zhangshi. Your son is dead, let's see how smug you are now.

You bullied my sister and are trying to ruin my family's fortune?

Let's see who eats whose family's last remaining property first!

Tangtang thought about how he hadn't listened to Guoguo yesterday, and how Guoguo had gotten into a fight with the bad guys in the yard and then ignored him.

No matter how much I call out to him, I can't wake him up, just like his parents.

She was afraid that her boyfriend wouldn't be playing with her anymore.

She asked earnestly, "Tangtang, listen to your dad! Tangtang, be good! Your dad will take care of Tangtang, okay?"

Lin Tian squatted down and kissed her cheek tenderly. She didn't look chubby at all, completely different from when her parents were alive, as he remembered.

I've been starving these past few days.

Those beasts in the yard deserve to die! They could do this to a three-and-a-half-year-old girl.

"Tangtang is your brother's sister. Your brother will always love Tangtang. Your brother will never abandon you. Your brother will never go anywhere. Your brother is here."

Tangtang smiled happily.

The pot is so good.

Guoguo said he wouldn't refuse Tangtang.

That's great! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

A little while later.

Lin Tian went out.

He didn't bring Tangtang with him; Tangtang is too young to watch.

We still need to eat the melon.

Upon seeing Lin Tian and his sister, Madam Jia burst into tears and cried out like a madwoman, "Little Shengchen, did you kill my son? My son, my Dongxu! Waaah..."

Yi Zhonghai stood up and said in a deep voice, "Sister-in-law, you can't say things like that. How could Lin Tian, ​​an eight-year-old child, possibly..."

It wasn't that he wanted to speak up for Lin Tian; he just wished for him to die sooner.

How could an eight-year-old child possibly kill an adult and hang him from a tree?

"How is that impossible?"

Jia Zhangshi screamed, "His parents are dead! He hates everyone in our compound! He came back alive yesterday, and this happened today! Who else could it be but him?"

Lin Tian walked over with unsteady steps, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

"Grandma Jia, do you have any evidence that I harmed Uncle Jia?"

It wasn't that he wanted to call himself that; in everyone's eyes, he was just an eight-year-old child.

If I speak rudely, these people might falsely accuse me and find an opportunity to beat me up.

My child's body can't withstand a beating.

A wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall.

If one hears the Way in the morning, it is too late to die in the evening!

"Evidence? What more evidence do you need?"

Jia Zhangshi pointed at him, "It's you, you jinx! You killed your parents, and now you're bringing misfortune to my son."

Lin Tian sneered, "I stayed home all night. Besides, how could an eight-year-old like me hang an adult up a tree? Show me!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Indeed, although Jia Dongxu is not particularly robust, he weighs over 120 kilograms.

How could you possibly get an eight-year-old child to hang himself?

Even if an adult comes, you can't hang someone up a tree more than two meters high.

Yan Bugui stroked his chin: "Lin Tian is right, there's probably more to this than meets the eye."

"What's the hidden story?"

Madam Jia persisted, "Even if he didn't do it himself, he brought bad luck upon us. Ever since his parents died, our courtyard has never had a moment of peace."

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that now. The most urgent thing is to handle Dongxu's funeral arrangements and wait for the police, ugh—"

How disgusting!

Before Yi Zhonghai could finish speaking, a strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged up in his throat.

He quickly covered his mouth, his face turning pale, and glanced at the body of Jia Dongxu that had been laid down out of the corner of his eye.

Suddenly it dawned on me—it was the sight of a dead person that caused my physical nausea.

But this expression took on a different meaning in Jia Zhangshi's eyes.

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