Tiger Police

Chapter 35 The Root of Good and Evil
I have been working on the two boards on the squat pit.The main thing is to pour water on it, and there is the soup left over from the usual meals.Although I didn't go to junior high school, the teacher who came to the village to teach in elementary school taught several chemistry classes.I know that salt and sugar have a corrosive effect on many things, and sooner or later those two pedals will fail.

One day in the middle of the night, the lunatic got up to take a shit in the middle of the night, the pedal broke, and he fell into the cesspit and kept thumping.I could hear it clearly in bed, and I didn't dare to laugh, so I could only stuff my mouth with a quilt and wait until dawn.

When I was a child, I heard the old man say that you must not panic when you fall into the cesspit, let alone flop around.I had to hold my breath, move to the side little by little, keep my body up so that my nostrils could not be blocked, and then I called for help and asked for help to pull it out.

I dug the cesspit very deep, and the bottom was full of dirty water. Just thinking about it, I knew that the lunatic fell and floated up again. The layer of feces on the top was directly stuck to his face. There wasn't much commotion, anyway, I didn't hear him calling for help from the beginning to the end.The old couple lived in the front room, far away from each other. When they got up in the morning, their stupid, lazy and lecherous son had been soaked in the cesspit and his body was swollen, like a pig blowing up after being slaughtered.

The old couple cried and shouted, the dead must call the police.The police from the police station came and have been investigating the scene.The old couple cried and cursed that I was the murderer, but I had an alibi, and the footprints also proved that there was only a lunatic alone... Finally, the case was classified as "accidental death".

The husband and mother may have thought about it, so they didn't continue to scold me.

In the second year, they found a man and asked me to marry him.

That man was from another village, 17 years older than me.Ugly... I disagreed at the time, and the old couple closed the door and beat me, threatening me, saying that they knew that the madman's death was related to me, and if they refused to marry, they would go to the police station to explain the situation to the police.I was intimidated by them, so I was afraid, so I had no choice but to agree.

Later I found out that the man was an orphan. His family used to be poor, so he went to work outside and earned some money, but he was ugly and had two tumors on his face. When he was old, no girl would marry him. .The old couple had no good intentions from the very beginning. They didn't want me to live a good life. They wanted to send me to prison, but they wanted to make money from me, so they asked them for a bride price of 3 yuan and treated me as their daughter. married out.

My husband is very nice to me.

Maybe because I am younger than him, he loves me very much.Although he gave a lot of gifts, he has always been very kind to me.After more than half a year of marriage, I realized for the first time what happiness is.

So what if people are ugly?As long as you have a good heart.

Anyway, my parents are both dead, and there is hope in living day by day.When Rong Kai came back from vacation, he told me privately: This man is not bad, he is qualified to be called "brother-in-law".

I'm pregnant.

It's funny to say.For so many years with the madman, my belly has never moved.He and his parents called me "a hen that doesn't lay eggs" all the time.After all, it was their own son's problem.

Zhang Fuxiang, this is my husband's name.

He was an honest man, and said that he had to take me back to my mother's house and tell my adoptive parents the news of my pregnancy.

My husband and mother hid it very well. The people in the village don't know the real relationship between me and the madman until now, thinking that we are brothers and sisters without blood relationship.

I didn't want to go back, that place made me feel sick.But after thinking about it carefully, I still agreed.Pregnancy is the number one thing in life for a woman and especially after all these years they've been using it as an excuse to beat me up, I have to let them know it's not my fault.

I got my wish.Looking at the distorted faces of my adoptive parents, I feel elated, and I really want to find a place where no one is around and have a good laugh.

I was too happy.

The next day, my adoptive father said that he was going up the mountain to collect fungi and asked my husband to go with him.

(About the wild mushrooms in Yunnan, book friends can Baidu by themselves.)
You have to get up very early to pick up fungi, and you have to go up the mountain before dawn.Only when the sun comes out can we find the freshest wild mushrooms in Songmaowo and Shanqing.

(Note: In Songmao Nest, the fallen leaves of needle pine are piled up under the tree, covering the soil to keep moisture, and the temperature rises in summer, which is humid and hot, forming an environment suitable for the growth of wild fungi.)
At noon, the adoptive father came back alone.He hastily called several people, saying that my husband slipped and fell off the mountain.

I passed out when I heard the news.

They found my husband's body under Qinggou.

The people from the police station came again.People in the village died continuously, and the police took it very seriously. They took my adoptive father and walked along the previous route to the cliff of the back mountain.

There is a pine hair nest, and several blue-headed mushrooms emerge from there.A very narrow dirt road leads there. The gaps in the cliff are covered by dense weeds on both sides, and the fallen leaves accumulated on the surface all the year round. If you are not careful, you will step into the air.

There were no signs of a fight on my husband's body, only a wound caused by falling on a rock in Qinggou.He fell from a cliff more than 200 meters high, his head hit a stone and cracked open, revealing white brains, his eyeballs flew more than ten meters away, blocked by a few stones, soaked in the stream, and when he was fished out, he was already dead. Round and white.

The result of the investigation was "accidental fall".

I know the foster parents did it, but I have no proof.

When we were in the fourth grade of elementary school, the police from the police station gave us a class on the legal system.At that time, I didn't understand very well, and then I asked some naive questions to the teacher who came to teach.One of the questions was: "Can all the bad guys be caught by the police uncle?"

The teacher who came from the city to teach was very serious. She checked some information and told me that the detection rate of murder cases is about 70.00%.This is the highest of all case types.The detection rate of property cases is the lowest, less than 20.00%.

Probably because I was forced to drop out of school, I remember things in elementary school very clearly.I thought about it that night and figured the whole thing out.

Ever since the madman died, my adoptive parents had no intention of letting me go.

They didn't dare to do it too obviously, and they didn't rush to do it.How to say that sentence, "Before you tell a lie, you must tell a few truths."They are the same, if they want to kill me, they should treat me well first.Although I have no good intentions in finding a husband for me, I am married after all.After marriage, I went back to my mother's house several times, and in the eyes of the villagers, everything was normal.

The Songmao Nest by the cliff on the back mountain is the location chosen by the adoptive father.That road is very remote, very few people travel. "Picking up fungi" is a good excuse.People in the mountains know how to "raise nests", that is, in places where fungi were picked up before, all the roots of the fungus are not dug up, and a small part is deliberately left to grow, and it will continue to grow after a while.

The old bastard must have taken my husband up the mountain, deliberately took him to the edge of the cliff, pretended to find the fungus, and pointed him to the nest of blue-headed fungus that had just come out.My husband had no doubts, walked up the path, and the old bastard gave him a hard push...

It's just part of the old mother's calculation - my husband is dead, I have to go home.He is the only one on the husband's side. Although the inheritance is not much, it is still a lot of money.It is mine by law, and I am their daughter, so it becomes their property.

I live, is a cash cow.

They will also let me marry a second time, a third time.

After thinking about it all, I decided to run away.

But I can't just leave like this, I want to avenge my husband.

The two old bastards kept urging me to kill the child, but I firmly refused.Every time they threatened me, I would yell loudly, saying that they had no share in the inheritance left by my husband. In this way, they got scared and didn't mention it later.

At that time, I had already sold my husband's house and handed over the land to the village for a sum of money.In order to prevent those two old bastards from playing tricks, I sent most of the money to my younger brother who was studying in other places, and only kept a small part.

The old couple like to drink, so I use the money to buy them.

I know drinking is bad for your health, especially when you're old.

My daughter was born, and I have been taking her with me since I was a child, and I dare not leave for a moment.That's it, until the age of three.

I didn't go out during that time, and the excuse was that I wanted to stay at home to take care of the children and do farm work.I give them money and let them buy their own alcohol.The old couple have to buy more than a dozen catties every time, and fry peanuts and stir-fry whatever they want, and drink it all day long.

I found a little notebook and wrote down the time they bought wine every time.

I saw neighbors approach them to buy a bottle of wine.

At that time, I wanted to stop him, but I was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I often visited the neighbor's house after buying wine.He keeps the bottle on the cabinet and drinks two glasses a day.Counting the days, I bought two bottles of sake from the town and gave them to my neighbors on the pretext of "borrowing vegetables".

Every household in the village has their own plots. The leeks in my family have grown hairs. If you want to eat them, come and cut some.My family's cucumber beans are on the shed, if you like it, come and pick some.This is called "borrowing food", as long as the quantity is not too much, it is fine.

Courtesy is reciprocal, you lend me food, I give you wine, no one can fault it.

I timed the time to deliver the wine, just as the neighbors had run out of the wine they bought from my adoptive father.He was a little embarrassed and kept refusing, so I opened the lid of one of the bottles of wine in front of him and said, "The wine is all opened, you just waste it if you don't want it."

This is the reason I thought of long ago.

I sat in his house for a while, and while he was not paying attention, I quietly stole the empty wine bottle.

Counting the days, after a while, the neighbor almost drank more than one bottle of wine.

That night, I got up in the middle of the night, took out the industrial alcohol I had prepared earlier from under the bed, and mixed it into the big jars that my husband and mother held.

For more than a month before, I have been drinking it intermittently, but the amount is not large, and I want to see how they will react after drinking it.

(Recommend Juye Dongzhu's work "Dong Jian Black and White", the author is a policeman in the system!)

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