Horror stories personally experienced by horror novelist Zhou Dedong

Chapter 8 The Scary Meadow (5)
I have always had a little fantasy about him --- he once gave Zhang Caiyun a Mongolian knife.

He has a Mongolian knife.

At least he can get a Mongolian knife.

My favorite is knives, not goodies.

If one day, he suddenly took out a Mongolian knife and gave it to me. . . . . .

However, until I left Lin County, this surprise did not appear.

However, my impression of him is the best among the adults I saw when I was a child. When I think of his honest appearance, I seem to see big pieces of candy, melon seeds, and biscuits.

One night, he was drinking at my cousin's house.

He doesn't eat meat, he doesn't eat any meat.

That day, my cousin cooked all vegetarian dishes.

During the meal, my cousin talked about Zhang Caiyun being eaten by wolves.

He didn't say anything, just drank.

I saw sadness in his eyes.

The cousin's husband shook his head slightly at the cousin, signaling her to stop talking.

I feel as if everyone knows that he treats Zhang Caiyun very well.

That was the last time I saw him.

Years later, this true story has an even more shocking ending.

I grew up.

When I was discharged from the army, I was assigned to work in a rural supply and marketing cooperative in my hometown.

Once, my cousin-in-law drove by and came to see me at the supply and marketing cooperative.

He still works in that chemical plant and still drives, but he no longer drives a car, but a truck instead.

The village where I work is very close to No. 20.

At this time, my grandma was dead.

My grandfather went to a nursing home, and he died soon after.

Regarding the death of my grandma, I will write about it later.

I don't know how to cook, but there are canned food, liquor and snacks in the supply and marketing cooperative, and I sell a bunch of them to myself to entertain my cousin and husband.

That night the wind suddenly picked up again, like a woman crying.

It was dark outside.

The cousin-in-law mentioned Zhang Caiyun again.

In fact, he was mainly talking about Zhang Ping, the truck driver back then.

"Do you think that Zhang Caiyun was really eaten by wolves?" The cousin-in-law was a little slurred.

His words gave me a chill.

The fact that Zhang Caiyun was eaten by wolves has become a distant childhood memory, and I almost forgot about it.

Tragedy happens every day in this world. Countless people die in wars, natural disasters, diseases, traffic accidents, and suicide. . . . . .

"Didn't she get eaten by wolves?"
"At that time, you were still young..."
"yes."
"She was not eaten by wolves." The cousin's husband said firmly, "I have never said these words to anyone except your cousin."
I stared blankly at him.

The cousin-in-law took a sip of wine: "Everyone saw the 55 tractor, the glass was broken, blood was everywhere, Zhang Caiyun only had a pile of hair and a wolf's paw, so they concluded that she was eaten by wolves —that might be a great deception."
Then, the literary description of Zhang Caiyun's death that I used to draw everyone's conclusions before became part of this deception.

Before I could speak, my cousin asked again: "Do you still remember the Mongolian knife at the scene of the accident?"
The word Mongolian knife reminds me of the man named Zhang Ping.

When I was young, I wished he would give me a Mongolian knife.

I don't know why, but when I think of this honest driver, I shudder.

"That's the murder weapon." When the cousin-in-law said this, his eyes gleamed with a gloomy light.

"Then who killed her? Where is her body?" I couldn't stand my cousin-in-law's weird tone, and I just wanted to know the result as soon as possible.

"Where did her body go? This may be an eternal mystery." The cousin-in-law said unhurriedly. "As for who killed him, I'm not sure, but I trust my instincts."
The wind outside is getting stronger and stronger.

The cousin-in-law continued: "Zhang Caiyun often goes to work in the chemical plant. She is quite pretty, so all the drivers in the chemical plant know her. I know her very well. Among these people, Zhang Ping is the best for her. However, Zhang Caiyun Just ignored him all the time."
Speaking of this, he suddenly stared at me and said, "You have seen him, do you think this person is a bit strange?"
I shook again.

"Back then, I was too young to remember."
I don't want to say anything, I am anxious to let my cousin-in-law go on.

In fact, I am too impressed with this man, that face without a beard, always smiling, and his big candy, melon seeds, and biscuits. . . . . .

"He has never been married. No one knows why, including the leaders of the chemical plant, including me. I usually have a good relationship with him."
"Now, how is his relationship with you?"
"He resigned a long time ago, more than ten years ago."
"Where did he go?"
"do not know."
I think it's getting deeper and deeper.

"The day before Zhang Caiyun died, she lived in a hotel next to the chemical plant. Someone saw that Zhang Ping went to her place that night. He came out very late, and the two seemed to be fighting."
"Who saw it?"
I think witnesses are important.

Some people wish that the world would be in chaos, and there would be sex incidents everywhere.

"Of course, hearing is believing, seeing is believing. However, I can tell you that the next morning, I saw Zhang Caiyun driving away outside the city, driving along the dirt road into Caodianzi, heading towards Heilong Town. About half an hour later, I saw Zhang Ping also driving a truck and following her into the meadow. He was driving very fast."
I think this thing is getting more and more mysterious.

(End of this chapter)