Chapter 383 Bloody Footprints

"Village head, this courtyard is very shabby. Don't go in, don't scare you. The village is waiting for the village head to take charge of the whole situation. Just let a few of us farmers do this kind of rough work."

Some farmers dissuaded the village head.

The village head also knew his old and frail bones. It was not the time to be so proud that he warned him to be careful. Now that Huang Jianan had a murderer on his mind, he was careful that Huang Jianan jumped over the wall. Then he looked nervously at the few people entering the yard, pushed open the dark door of the house, and entered the back of the door.

Not long after, the house was lit up and through the window, there were several figures walking around inside, but soon, these people came out of the house safe and sound.

The room was empty and Huang Jianan was nowhere to be found. Instead, he found a pot of hot water that had been knocked over, as if he had left in a hurry.

"This is unusual. Let's go back to Zhao Yongda's house first." The village head looked at the blood in the yard and his face was uncomfortable. The more he looked at the place, the more gloomy it became.

So a group of people prepared to leave.

But they didn't notice that as they walked out of Huang Jianan's yard, they left a trail of bloody footprints behind them, like a bright red line, following them.

The village head brought his men back to zhao yongda's house, but there was still no clue here. The whole village was mobilized, and Zhao Yongda's body was never found.

The villagers had already called the police, but strange things followed. There was no signal in the mountains, so the phone could not be called.

There was a moment of panic.

Seeing that this was not a problem, the village head simply asked everyone to go back to rest first, something to wait until dawn, so as not to gather more people together and cause trouble.

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"Uncle, thank you for sending me back." When Li Sishui got home, he was in a hurry to get some water to thank his uncle for sending him back.

The uncle stood in the yard, patted Li Sishui on the back of his head, laughed and scolded him for being so polite as to be a family. Then he let Li Sishui rest at home and stop running around. It was rare for their Li family to have a college student, and his body was very expensive.

After that, the uncle left Li Sishui's house and walked to the yard next door. In the countryside, the houses of the brothers were usually built together.

Suddenly, Li Sishui called out to his uncle in surprise, "Uncle, did you get any paint on your footprints?"

The uncle turned around and saw that he had left behind him a trail of footprints that looked like blood. He looked at the soles of his shoes and said disapprovingly, "Maybe it was accidentally stained in his yard when he accompanied the village head to Huang Jianan's house to look for someone."

Li Sishui looked sad, "Uncle, is there really blood in brother jian' an's yard? Uncle, do you think uncle yong da and the bride were really killed by Brother Jianan?"

Uncle did not discuss this matter, but said it was getting late, so he told Li Sishui to go back to his room to rest, get well, and report to school as soon as possible. Children don't care about adults.

After Li Sishui came home, he was the only one in the family. His mother stayed at Zhao Yongda's house and comforted Zhao Yongda's daughter-in-law and Zhao Yongda's heartbroken old mother with her rural women.

His father was a man who had been married to the rest of the village, guarding the bride's body and waiting for the police to come tomorrow.

Li Sishui was lying on the bed with the lights on in the bedroom. He was tossing and turning on the bed, not sleepy. Too many strange things had happened in the past two days, making him not sleepy. So he forced himself to close his eyes and sleep. Later on, he did not know how he fell asleep. In a daze, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

He did not know how long he had slept. Li Sishui was woken up by the cold wind at night. He felt a throbbing pain in his neck and a chill. The cold wind kept pouring into his neck. He quickly opened his eyes and saw that the window in the bedroom had been blown open by the wind for some time.

Li Sishui wanted to get up and close the window, but li Surabaya just sat up and froze.

His face was a little pale... He remembered very clearly that since he was clearly related to good windows, this was his life habit, there were many mosquitoes in the countryside, he never opened the windows at night to sleep, then how did he open the curtains himself?

"Am I mistaken? Did I forget to close the window myself? Impossible! I, I remember correctly! I was clearly concerned about the window!"

Li Sishui quickly checked the bedroom. There was no thief in it as he imagined. There was no one else in the room except him.

Clatter...

Only the rustic floral curtains fluttered in the wind, and the metal clasps of the curtains slid harshly on the metal pipe.

His curtains were half open, only to the windowsill, not the floor style. And the fabric is very thin, so it can only act as a shield, not the kind of sunscreen curtain in the city. In order to save money, his family decided on this curtain.

Li Sishui searched the house. Before his parents came back, he was the only one in the room. Li Sishui thought he hadn't locked the window and was blown away by the night wind. Outside the window, it was dark and only the bloody footprints on the ground were a little harsh.

Looking at the blood footprints left by his uncle in the yard, Li Sishui felt a chill in his neck for no reason. He subconsciously looked up at the uncle's house next door. It was dark and he didn't see anything. Maybe he had already fallen asleep.

Li Sishui closed the window and went back to bed. This time, however, he was careful to clamp the curtains when he closed the window, then repeatedly confirm that the window was completely locked before returning to bed.

In a daze, Li Sishui once again did not know how he fell asleep, nor what happened. Once he touched the bed this time, he immediately felt sleepy. He could not hold it down, and soon fell asleep. When li Surabaya woke up, he was woken up by the cold again. Hoo!

Li Sishui sat up abruptly, looking at the window that he didn't know when to open.

"I... I..."

Even Li Sishui, who had always been bold, was a little flustered at this moment. He was the only pale man in the room that had not turned off the lights all night. Then he turned to look at the window. Yue hua came in through the open window. There seemed to be a man standing in the courtyard outside. The black shadow of someone's head was reflected on the windowsill.

"Who, who?!"

Li Sishui's hair stood up and he gulped, but he found that the shadow on the windowsill did not move, and the people standing in the yard outside did not leave, nor did he respond.

Li Sishui gritted his teeth, got out of bed, picked up the mop, and was about to rush to the window when suddenly, the quiet night sky in the village was broken by the noise.

"Hurry up and see if li fuhai's family has disappeared!"

The voice was very noisy, as if a large group of people were approaching.

At this time, Li Sishui rushed to the window, but the yard was empty. There was no one but the blood footprints left by his uncle before he left.

But soon Li Sishui panicked and saw that the door to his yard had been opened...

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