Chapter 713 Encountering a Murder Case

Zi'an smiled and said, "If it's Wednesday's home, I really want to meet his children."

When Murong Jie thought of her appearance when she was listening to Wednesday's talk, his eyes were filled with envy, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of her.

Holding her soft hand, he said softly, "Okay, let's go over and ask."

The two came down from the mountain, so they entered the village from the back mountain, and they didn't see the name of the village.

Murong Jie knew how many villages were nearby, and he remembered the names of the villages, but he had never been here before, so he didn't know what the villages were.

After dark, every house lit up the lamps, the wind was very light, and the green smoke curled upwards. Zi'an looked over and felt that the lights of thousands of houses were indescribably comfortable and peaceful. He heard the barking of dogs in the distance. The house was lying quietly, and the voice of a father scolding his son came from the yard, which made people feel at ease immediately.

"It would be great if we could ignore everything and just come here to live our own lives." Zi'an sighed.

Murong Jie clenched his hands tighter and said, "Yes."

He raised his head, his eyes were dark like ink, and he couldn't see clearly his emotions.

Suddenly, there was a scream in front, followed by the sound of running hurriedly.

Murong Jie and Zi'an glanced at each other, then hurriedly ran towards the place where the sound came from.

It was a thatched hut with a small yard, and a middle-aged woman ran out, her expression flustered, and she screamed, "He's dead, he's dead," and the neighbors came to look around.

Zi'an and Murong Jie looked in and saw a pile of broken eggs in the yard, with a basket spinning beside them.

Looking a little further, I saw blood flowing all over the ground near the firewood house, and a woman with a tall stomach lay dead on the ground.

Both Zi'an and Murong Jie were startled and hurried in.

The pregnant woman slashed her own neck with a kitchen knife and died of excessive blood loss. About half an hour after she died, the blood-stained kitchen knife fell to the side.

Murong Jie looked at Xian Zi'an, and Zi'an shook his head with a pale face, "I'm dead."

It was cut towards the aorta of his own neck, he lost too much blood, and death would come quickly, with almost no pain.

"How did this happen? How did this happen? Wednesday?"

A voice rang out from the crowd, Murong Jie looked over and saw an old man coming tremblingly, with a look of grief and shock on his face.

Zian was shocked, "Wednesday?"

This is Wednesday's daughter-in-law?

Oh my god, look at my belly, it's indeed about to give birth.

Murong Jie suddenly grabbed Zian's hand, dragged it back, pulled out the scar rope on Zian's arm, raised his hand forward, and the scar rope tied a poisonous snake back.

Everyone was shocked, "Five-step snake?"

The snake was entangled by the scar rope, struggled a few times, and lost its breath.

Murong Jie took down the lantern from the yard, and looked at the firewood room, and saw a person lying on the firewood pile, he had already died of breath.

Everyone gasped, it was Wednesday!

Zian's face was pale, and he couldn't believe that he saw a living person an hour and a half ago, and suddenly died.

Murong Jie checked it. On Wednesday, he was bitten by a poisonous snake on his calf. The calf still had imprints of the snake's teeth, and the wound was black.

"Bite to death by a poisonous snake!" Murong Jie said in a deep voice.

Zian has seen many dead people, both in the previous life and in this life, especially after experiencing the tragedy of Langwei Mountain, she felt that nothing could shock her anymore.

However, looking at Wednesday, who was bitten to death by a poisonous snake, and Wednesday's sister-in-law, who committed suicide because of her husband's death, she felt cold all over her body.

Why is this so?

Today, I heard Wednesday planning his future. It is clear that this is a difficult road ahead of him, but at least happiness can see hope, but after an hour and a half, everything stopped.

She doesn't know how she left the village.

My ears were buzzing, I just remembered that before I left, I heard Murong Jie ordering someone to report to the government to find a coordinator.

After leaving the official road, she saw the carriage waiting by the side of the road, and she also saw Xiaosun coming up. There was obvious worry on Xiaosun's face.

When Murong Jie hugged her up, she suddenly felt dizzy, her eyes went dark, and the voice in her ears suddenly became sharp, and she heard Murong Jie shout in panic: "Zian!"

Everything, personnel do not know.

She fell into a dream.

The identities have been reversed, the seventh child is Wednesday, and she is Wednesday's daughter-in-law.

She was pregnant, and Lao Qi came back from chopping firewood outside, kissed her belly, and then told her gently that he would cook for her.

She sat happily in the hall, stroking her belly, and dreaming about the days to come.

I don't know if the child is a boy or a girl? What name? What is this kid going to do next?

She thought about it all of a sudden, but she was happy after all, with a happy smile rippling between her brows.

Lao Qi has been cooking for a long time and has not come back. Usually at this time, he has prepared and brought it in.

She yelled out the door, "Lao Qi!"

No one answered.

Her voice was loud, Lao Qi should have heard it.

However, he did not answer.

She stood up, put her hands on her belly, and walked out slowly. When she walked to the kitchen, she saw Lao Qi lying on the pile of firewood, not breathing.

She saw the kitchen knife, Lao Qi made mushroom bone soup tonight, and that kitchen knife was for chopping bones.

There is a voice echoing in my head, Lao Qi is dead, what am I still alive for?

She picked up the kitchen knife, aimed at her neck, and chopped it down.

Blood splashed out and spilled all over the ground. She saw the wound, the wound on her neck.

Zi'an opened his eyes suddenly, but saw Lao Qi sitting beside her with a haggard face, with a worried and anxious expression on his face.

"Old Qi!" Zian struggled to get up, grabbed his hand, and said in shock, "No, sister-in-law Zhou didn't commit suicide, she was killed."

Murong Jie looked at her and comforted her softly: "Have you had a nightmare? Don't be afraid."

"No, no," Zian was very anxious, with a lot of doubts in her stomach, but she didn't know how to say it.

It wasn't suicide. In the dream, she picked up a kitchen knife and cut off her neck artery. If she wanted to cut it with her backhand, the knife edge would extend from the back, and the place where the knife fell would be slightly lighter. However, she had seen the wound on Mrs. Zhou Wednesday, it was smooth Quite, it was a neat cut, and the edge of the knife was relatively strong.

This was chopped down by someone, and the force of the knife is the heaviest.

That dream was a reaction to her accumulated experience. At that time, she panicked and couldn't turn her head around, but the wound was imprinted in her mind. This dream was a warning.

"Believe me, it's true, she didn't commit suicide, she was killed..." Zi'an said indiscriminately, anxious, worried, and suspicious, his mind seemed to be blocked by a bunch of messy threads, and there was nothing he could do. Sort it out, straighten it out.

"Zian, Zi'an!" Murong Jie hugged her, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her: "It's okay, don't worry, I've already been investigated, it's suicide, don't think too much about it."

His voice is deep and gentle, with strong persuasiveness.

"Really? Is it really suicide?" Zi'an murmured, could it be that she remembered it wrong? Isn't that the wound?

What happened to her recently? Always feel in a trance, what's wrong?