Mountain Village Murder Case

This kind of remote mountain village is quite quiet at night. There is no noise and noise of the city. At most, only the whistling sound of the wind can penetrate people's ears. Now, someone suddenly made such a sharp cry, which seemed particularly clear in the night. The silence of the village was broken in an instant. The dozen or so families living nearby began to make a commotion. In less than a minute, some people started to walk out of the door and ran towards the direction of the sound.

Qingfeng Village can actually be said to be the village with the smallest population in Muyang County, with less than a hundred households in total. In addition, many people have moved out over the years, so in fact, the total number of people left in the village over the years is only about a hundred people. Among these hundred people, the majority are elderly people, followed by women and children. Most adult men under the age of 40 have moved out.

Although there are many elderly people in this village, no one has died in some years. The elderly in this village are relatively long-lived. Some of them are in their seventies or eighties and look quite healthy. They can eat, sleep, and even go up the mountain to chop firewood. For such a village, death is definitely a big deal.

At first, some people thought it was just normal birth, aging, sickness and death, thinking that someone was sick or something, but when they arrived at the scene, they found that things were not as they thought. It was really a big deal, not just ordinary big, because the dead people did not die of illness or old age, but were killed by someone. Simply put, it was a murder case.

More than ten minutes later, dozens of people had gathered at the door of a row of relatively new red brick houses at the east end of the village. This row of red brick houses had seven main rooms connected together and looked quite conspicuous. In fact, everyone in Qingfeng Village knew that these houses were the best in the village.

Transportation is inconvenient in places like Qingfeng Village. Not to mention that most of the villagers are relatively poor, even if they are rich, it is difficult to bring in steel bars, cement and other things from the city. Therefore, the houses here are basically old-style tile houses. Bricks and tiles are fired in the brick kiln in the village when building houses. Most of the houses are basically made of some baked bricks and some unfired earthen bricks. As for this house, which is made entirely of small red bricks, it is the only one of its kind.

Living in this house are Yang Xiaojin, his wife Luo Min, their three daughters and a son. However, Yang Xiaojin seldom lives at home because he spends most of his time working outside. So it is mainly Luo Min and the four children who live at home. Among these children, the eldest daughter is twelve years old, the other two daughters are eleven and ten years old respectively, and the youngest is the son, who is only eight years old.

Yang Xiaojin and Luo Min are actually not very old. Yang Xiaojin is 32 years old this year, and Luo Min is only 30 years old. She gave birth to a daughter when she was 18 years old. In this mountain village, this is actually not very rare. Luo Min also grew up in Qingfeng Village. She and Yang Xiaojin are childhood sweethearts. She is also very beautiful. Now 30 years old, Luo Min looks even more mature and attractive.

But at this moment, Luo Min was pale with fear, and sat down on the ground, her face full of horror. Less than a meter away from her, a man was lying in a pool of blood. There seemed to be a big hole in his head, and he looked dead.

The crowd was silent at this moment. Some of the timid ones did not dare to get too close. Most of the onlookers were from the village, and some were tourists. At this moment, even Zhao Yujie and Su Su came here to watch the fun.

"The village chief is here!"

"Uncle Bing!"

There was suddenly some commotion in the crowd, and an old man with a slightly hunched back and slightly gray hair came over. He was the current village chief of Qingfeng Village, Yang Bingguo.

"What happened?" Yang Bingguo glanced at the man in the pool of blood and frowned slightly, "Who beat him?"

No one answered. In fact, they felt that there was no need to answer, because in addition to the man lying in a pool of blood, there was also a bloody man standing next to him. The man was a little dark, a little thin, not tall, and had a hammer in his hand. If nothing unexpected happened, it was the hammer in his hand that had just made close contact with the man's head on the ground.

The people in the village also knew the man holding the hammer, because he was Yang Xiaojin, Luo Min's husband and the owner of this row of red brick houses. As for the dead man, most of them did not know him, but a few people had seen him, and they seemed to be tourists from the city.

"Uncle Bing, I did it." Yang Xiaojin spoke up at this time. Although he had beaten someone to death, he seemed very calm at the moment. "I worked hard outside, and this woman cheated on me at home. If the child was not still young and no one was taking care of him, I would have let this woman die with her adulterer."

"Xiao Jin, how could you be so impulsive?" Yang Bingguo sighed, "If you kill someone now, you will go to jail."

"Uncle Bing, I know. You'll call the county public security bureau later. I'll wait for them to arrest me. I've known for a long time that they were together, but for the sake of the child, I just asked them to break off their relationship and stop communicating. But, this kid from the city, this bastard named Li Yang, actually wanted to elope with my wife. He also said that Luo Min and I didn't even have a marriage certificate, and we're not even husband and wife. I really can't stand it. It's okay for him to put a hat on me, but he actually wants to make my son motherless. I'll give him a hammer. I want to let this bastard know not to think that he is a city person, and don't think that he can do whatever he wants just because he is smarter than me. I'll break his brain and see what else he can do!" Yang Xiaojin said these words very calmly. He turned and looked at Luo Min, who was still sitting on the ground and was terribly scared. "Xiao Min, I don't blame you now. You don't have much knowledge. Once you are fooled by the city people, you listen to everything. I just hope that you will continue to raise our son and take good care of our daughter. There will be more and more city people in our village in the future. Don't let them be deceived by those dirty-minded city people!"

"If you don't have the ability, don't blame us city people." But at this moment, a guy interrupted with a remark without knowing the consequences.

"What did you say?" Yang Xiaojin glared at the man who interrupted.

"This idiot!" Su Su couldn't help but curse. The guy who interrupted was actually the photographer named Han Xing.

"Am I wrong? Not being able to keep an eye on your woman only shows that you are incompetent. You killing someone now is not a heroic act, but a barbaric and cowardly behavior!" Han Xing snorted coldly, and finally added angrily, "I hate using violence the most!"

"Ah!" Han Xing had just finished speaking when he suddenly felt a sharp pain and then his whole body flew up.