About the second day of my junior high school, there was a murder case near the west of the city. The deceased was a young woman in her twenties who worked in a clothing store. The cause of death was a sharp weapon hitting the back of the head and bleeding to death. More than a decade ago, the west of the city was originally a combination of urban and rural areas, with mixed fish and dragons and poor public security.
This case is just a tidbit news, and it was published on the edge of the newspaper, saying that this woman's style is not correct, because of emotional disputes, I don't know which princess accidentally killed her. The woman comes from the countryside to work in the city, and there are no relatives around here. At that time, the police force was not enough, and the matter was traced for several days, and people did not care.
It's autumn in a blink of an eye, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Because the business failed, my father had to sell the house to pay his debts. Our family moved to the west of the city where the rent was cheaper and settled down in a shabby old building.
The old building has only five floors and is the family building of a nearby factory. Later, the factory turned yellow, and all the young and strong people in the building moved away, leaving only aunts and uncles to guard the building and pointing to the rented people to work in the city to earn some pension money. My home is on the third floor, and there are only two on this floor. According to the landlord, it's an uncle in his thirties across the hall. He has been here for more than half a year and seldom comes out.
The old building is very shabby, and autumn leaves blow in along the window frame where the glass has long been gone. I was going to sweep with a broom. When I turned the corner of the aisle, I heard a noise coming from the opposite hall, as if I were sawing something. I didn't care, so I picked up the broom and swept it. With all my strength, the broom fell out of my hand and hit the opposite door. The voice inside stopped and footsteps came to the door.
With a creak, a man with a full face of stubble pushed the door open. He has a pencil pinned to his right ear, which smells like smoke. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm new here across the hall. I just accidentally missed my broom and bumped into the door. " I picked up my broom in a panic and apologized. The man gave me a look and closed the door without saying anything.
As soon as dad comes home at night, tell her not to go home by herself when dad comes to pick her up from work. Then dad took out a newspaper. The top half of the page reads in bold, "There has been another malicious wounding incident in this city. After investigation by the police, tools such as crime tools or shovels are readily available. If the general public finds suspicious people, please provide clues. " Details are written below. A woman was followed on her way to work, passed by Hu and was attacked from behind with a sharp weapon. The woman violently resisted, attracting people from nearby shops to watch and finally escaped.
Afterwards, the woman described the tools used by the suspect to the police. "I didn't see it clearly in the dark. It seems to be the kind of plane used by carpenters in my hometown." The next day, the word "planer" quickly spread all over the streets of this city, and everyone met in the street was discussing the case of "planer hurting people". Even the old man will scare the disobedient children and say that you are disobedient, and the shovel will come to catch you.
Children of our age don't care much about watching the excitement, so they "invented" a game. Several people first found a place to hide and one person chased after them. If you catch up with someone, pretend to hit them on the back of the head and then shout a shovel. This means that you have been caught by a shovel, you are already a dead man, and this person is going to grab someone else's shovel as the next round of the game. Children, this kind of game is also very fun to play.
One weekend, my parents went out and didn't come back, so I found some friends and played a game of digging holes. Just behind the dilapidated factory building, there are all kinds of sundries piled up, which looks a little eerie in the dark.
It was my turn to make a shovel, so I turned my back and waited for everyone to hide. After silently counting dozens, I began to look around for everyone. I've been looking for it for almost five minutes, but no one has been found. Just when I was angry, a figure flashed on the board piled in front of me. I walked quietly and found a man squatting on the ground. I'm glad I didn't look carefully, so I patted him and shouted.
The man turned around with a black stubble on his face and a pencil pinned to his right ear. There is a plane in a pool of red liquid under his feet. He showed Bai Sensen's teeth and smiled at me. It's my turn this time.
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