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As soon as she said that, the sound of her mother knocking on the door disappeared. Suddenly, the lights in the yard went out. I pulled on the light cord tied to the headboard. The light bulb didn't respond.

Through the window, I asked my mother, who was standing in the yard, "Mother, what did you see?" She didn't see him, so she lit a candle and used the lid as a gong. Then, she used her wooden mallet to knock on the pot. The sound was so loud that it shook the heavens. He did not forget to scold loudly, "Which unfilial grandson was killed by a thousand men? Get lost!" The heavens have taken you in! "

He really didn't say it. At this moment, the sky darkened. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the sky darkened considerably. With another boom, thunder rumbled in the sky. Then the rain began to fall rapidly, and the candles were extinguished. Mother stopped beating the gong and ran back into the hall. After a long time, when I couldn't hear the door anymore, I felt relieved. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

He slept until daybreak. It was already clear outside. The golden sunlight shone through the window. It made me feel much better. Sitting up from the bed, he put on his clothes one by one and shouted out the window, "Mother, have you finished cooking?" When he heard the door open, he heard his mother's reply, "Not yet! I only got up last night after a hard night! "

So I picked up a book. It was still the 'How did a Killer Mastered' book. The owner of the book was an honest young man, but his ears were growing deaf and unable to be cured. He was finally completely deaf.

His family told him that he couldn't afford to go to a deaf and dumb school to learn the language. In fact, it was his parents who didn't want to pay and didn't want to bother with him anymore, thinking that he had lost his value. He had no one to talk to and spent his days in a room. His heart became more and more gloomy, and his mind also became more and more gloomy. First, he used a trick to kill his family to build up his courage. After that, he wandered into society and had to kill one person every day.

I haven't seen the end of my master. However, since the country was able to publish such books, it meant that the murderer would definitely end up being punished by the law. Several times I wept for the owner of the book. I understand his situation, his loneliness, his despair, his anger.

cried the mother suddenly. I shuddered. After she entered the kitchen, she found blood in the pot. It had quite a bit of health, and there was actually half a pot in it. It was extremely viscous, and after stirring it with chopsticks, it looked just like paint. I say, is it blood? Don't be a red blender anymore. Mother said the smell was strong. Bring a bowl to me and let me smell it. The stench was disgusting.

"Whose son of a b * tch did this!?" Pour the really unclean stuff into my wok! How can this pot be used! " Mother was so angry that her mouth was crooked.

"Pour the blood into the pot and wash it properly! "Use sand and dirt to polish and apply more detergent!" "No," I said.

"NO!" I want to call the police! This half pot of blood could not be ignored. What if it was someone's blood! There might not be so much blood left on a person! " Mother said.

The police came. It's the police from our local police station. As soon as they entered the house, someone said, "This family even called the police! Their family has been through a lot of things lately!" When her mother heard him, she went to him and said, "What else could it be? Who would have thought!" He then took the two policemen to the kitchen to have a look.

I heard a policeman say, "Sister-in-law, did someone buy your family some pig's blood and hide it from you?"

"Who would buy us pig's blood!?" Furthermore, isn't the pig's blood that I bought all in one piece!? " Mother said.

Another policeman said, "Take a bottle from your house, pack some of this blood, and let us take it back to the lab. "Let's see what kind of blood it is!"

So Mother found a bottle of wine, filled half the jar with sticky blood from the pot, and gave it to the policeman. Then she asked, "Where are the rest of the blood going?"

"It fell!" He couldn't possibly cook it and eat it, right? Do you dare to eat it? " the policeman said.

"Don't eat around, what if some girl is having a period while squatting in your pot?" another policeman teased.

After the police had left, my mother came up to my bed and mumbled, "The police in our village are incomparable to the police in the city. They don't have any quality at all. Saying something makes people want to slap their lips!"

After some thought, my mother decided to pour the blood into the trash pit to the south of the village. They felt that it was bad luck for them to fall at home.

Second Sister Jin Yuhong came into my room, her eyes red and swollen, she cried and said: "Brother, tell my mother, tell her to take me to the hospital, and beat the child in my stomach out!"

I said unhappily, "Do you think that going to the hospital was in vain? Where's the money? "

Jin Yuhong said: "Then how am I going to deal with the child in my stomach! It had always been growing! You can't possibly let me give birth to it! "

I said, "Look at this! At a young lady's house, if you don't whine, you'll suffocate to death! "

She mocked me, "Brother, you didn't do anything coquettish long ago, it's too late to do anything coquettish now. You haven't tasted a woman yet, have you? It's impossible for you to do that in your entire life! "

"Scram!" If you can get down to the ground, I'll kill you! " I felt the book on the bed, but I didn't want to throw it.

My mother came back with an empty pot, and with a curious look on her face, she said that she had seen a round hole in the edge of the southern pit, quite deep, and she had poured the blood into the hole and heard it gurgling. There was a living thing in the hole drinking the blood. I said it wasn't a mouse. Mother said no, the mouse hole was not that big, the opening of the round hole was that big. Using two hands to draw, it had a diameter of at least 20 centimeters. I said stop using blood to raise the yellow skin.

Coincidentally. A girl from my village died. She was only twenty-two years old, the age of flowers.

A year ago, he didn't know what illness the girl had. His family did not tell anyone. But everyone saw her stomach grow. He thought it was because he was pregnant. However, one day, her sister-in-law leaked the information. The girl wasn't pregnant, so she had gone to the hospital to have a checkup. The hymen was still there, it was amenorrhea, it had been half a year since the period of menstruation, presumably the blood that should have been let out, had accumulated in his belly, so his stomach had become bigger.

After the death of the girl's family members wailed, a few families away, the crying reached my yard, clearly heard. Mother went out to see. After a long time. She came back, looking a little panicked, and told me. That dead girl, she ran out of the house last night in a fit of hysteria. I don't know what she did out there, but when she got home, there was a lot of blood coming out of the ground and soaking her pants. Blood was still dripping down the leg of his pants. The bulging belly had been deflated.

Her family was happy for her. This was a release of the meridian blood he had accumulated over a long period of time. He then boiled water for her and helped her wash up. Then he helped her to the bed and made her lie down. Who knew that the next day at noon people died.

"Aiya!" "She couldn't have run into our kitchen last night to pour her menstrual blood into our wok!" "I don't know," I said.

I thought it was incredible and said, "What does she do with her menstrual blood? We have no feud with her. Did she have to be so disgusting!? "

He didn't dare to use the original pot anymore. He took another sip. When the junk came, he would sell the pot. Mother said regretfully, "That's a big aluminum pot! He could only use the iron pot now. The food made from iron pot is not delicious from aluminum pot! "

At night, there was the sound of a siren. I heard a car pull up in front of my house. Then two policemen came in to my house. He even came to the two police stations in my hometown this morning. It turned out that the blood test results had come out. Let me not cook that pot in my house any more. The blood I have held is too dirty, and there is also the virus. My mother asked what the blood was. The police said it was a woman's menstrual blood that contained hepatitis B virus.

My mother, furious, said: "It must have been a Gudagan daughter who put blood in my pot! His daughter had hepatitis B as a child. Later on, he told the public that his daughter's hepatitis B was cured! Comrade Police, tell me, isn't that a lie! Can a person get hepatitis B be cured?

The police said: "At present, hepatitis B really can not be cured at all! Who is the daughter of the Ge Da Gen family? Take us to her! If the blood that appears in the pot matches her own blood, then we will capture her! "

Mother said: "What catch, she's already dead! I just died today at noon! "

The policeman said, "He's dead! If he died, there was no way to pursue the matter! So be it! Actually, it's not that big of a deal. Just changing the pot in your house would be the end! "