The passage of time has washed away too many memories that I don’t want to face. Fuyu Village is not what Mu Qing wrote in his articles, shrouded in fear and tragedy. On the contrary, in the wave of reform and development, it is full of unprecedented vitality.

The car stopped along the flat village road to a place at the east end of the village.

This is a dilapidated courtyard, covered with waist-deep weeds, three crumbling old houses, and even the roof is occupied by weeds, which looks out of place with everything around.

"This is Lei Fumin's home." After getting off the car, Shang Yong introduced.

"Why didn't you sell it?"

"No one dares to buy it. If something big happens, the countryside is still very superstitious and thinks it is unlucky." Shang Yong pointed to the neighbor next to him, and went toward the small window here, with a small mirror hanging on the evil-suppressing yellow paper talisman.

Shang Yong led the way, and the group walked in stepping on weeds. There was a big rotten hole in the wooden door. It almost fell down with a light push.

The room was filled with the smell of dust, which made people feel uncomfortable in their noses. A police officer couldn't help but sneeze, but a stream of dust rushed up, which made his body covered in it.

When you enter the house, there is a living room with a round table, inside it is a kitchen, the stove is inlaid with ceramic tiles, pots and pans have long been rusted, and you can even see the rat hole in the corner of the wall.

The police took photos, and then, Monk Fang Chaoyang came to the east room, and the smell of mold came to his nose. A wide wooden bed had already turned black.

"Dayong, what can I find here?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"It's too abnormal to understand Lei Fumin's living habits. He confesses easily and does not complain about his injustice."

There were traces of mirror frames on the wall. Shang Yong called someone to bring a wet wipe and gently wiped it on it, revealing a colorful wedding photo inlaid with glass frames. Lei Fumin and his wife were both young, close together, with a happy smile on their faces.

"A happy home is gone." Shang Yong sighed.

"Give me a wet wipe, too." Fang Chaoyang said.

After taking the wet wipes handed over by Shang Yong, Fang Chaoyang gently wiped another part of the wall. Judging from the traces, there seemed to be a painting here.

As I kept wiping, a plastic painting was revealed. It was a photo of a man. He was wearing a yellow silk practice suit, with his eyes slightly closed, and a golden halo made of special effects behind his head.

There is a line of words on each side of a man: Reap joy when giving and gaining, suffering leads to heaven.

"Dayong, these words are very deceptive." Fang Chaoyang frowned.

"I know this person. A big charlatan from that time had cheated him for unknown amount of money and had already fled abroad. At that time, similar charlatans emerged one after another, and the country organized a severe crackdown for this." Shang Yong said.

"What did he promote?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"What else can I do? I can worship all the money to him and believe in him to go to heaven. The municipal bureau confiscated a lot of books on this issue. If you are interested, I will go back and find a few for you to see."

"Okay, it is necessary to have a deeper understanding. I think Lei Fumin may have been bewitched and willing to die." Fang Chaoyang pointed to the line of words "Suffering leads to heaven."

“It makes sense!”

After taking photos of the whole house, everyone walked out in a daze, worried that the house would collapse suddenly.

There were people flashing in the window of the neighbor's house, and curiosity was at work, and the neighbor was secretly watching here.

"Let's go, let's go to the neighbors to ask about the situation." Shang Yong said.

Everyone left the dilapidated house and then knocked on the door of their neighbors. After a while, a middle-aged man in his forties opened the door, looking very nervous. On the steps behind, there was a middle-aged woman with a more nervous expression.

"What's your name?" Shang Yong asked.

"My name is An Xihai, police officer, I didn't do anything bad."

"We didn't say you broke the law. We came here just to ask about the situation of Lei Fumin back then." Shang Yong said.

An Xihai was relieved and quickly opened the door, asked the police to come into the room and sit down, and asked his wife to make a pot of jasmine flowers. Shang Yong waved his hand and said he didn't have to be so polite.

Sitting down in the living room, Shang Yong took the initiative to hand An Xihai a cigarette, and the atmosphere gradually eased.

"You have been neighbors with Lei Fumin?" Shang Yong asked.

"Oh, I shouldn't have bought this house. Lei Fumin is very strange and has a scary look. However, I heard that he didn't do that case." An Xihai tentatively said.

"There is no conclusion yet. Let's talk about it. What's strange about him?" Shang Yong waved his hand.

"It was normal at the beginning, and sometimes I had some drinks together, and the children often played together. Later, he went to the city and changed his whole body. He didn't talk much and rarely interacted with people. In the early years, no one in the village was guarding the house, but he said that my dog ​​was too noisy and had a conflict." An Xihai recalled.

"Then, he killed your dog?" Shang Yong said.

"Yes, he used his bones to trick my dog ​​into his yard and chopped hard with a kitchen knife. Oh, the screams of the dog seem to be in his ears. It was an old dog, who had been with me for eight years, like his family." An Xihai's voice choked when he said this.

"You have seen the whole process, right?" Shang Yong continued to ask.

"I saw it in the small window on the east side, and scared me. I would kill me and give the old dog a pleasure, but Lei Fumin was so cruel that he was completely crazy. Later, he threw the dog's body at the door of my house, and blood flowed all over the floor, scaring my old father and everyone in the village knew about it."

“Why not call the police?”

"Just live with the neighbor, afraid of his revenge, so I endure it. No one is afraid of losing their lives."

"I heard that the first villager to find the dismemberment scene was frightened, but he was sent to the hospital in person." Shang Yong said again.

"It's Jiang Gangzhu, he has the best relationship with him." Anxi Haidao.

"You said just now that he didn't date someone, why did he have a good relationship with Jiang Gangzhu again?" Shang Yong continued to ask.

"They all believe in that, they are some immortals and Buddhas. They can't speak the name, and sometimes they still pray together."

"Where is Jiang Gangzhu?"

"I was frightened, so I later sold my house and moved out. I don't know where I went, and I haven't heard of following me and contacted me." Anxihaidao.

"The last question, do you know where Lei Fumin's son went?" Shang Yong asked.

"Xiaomin, that child is quite sensible and has a good time with my girl. After Lei Fumin was shot, his wife died soon. I heard that Xiaomin was taken away by his aunt and never came back. The village director should know!" Anxihai.

"I've caused you trouble." Shang Yong stood up and said.

"It should be an obligation to cooperate with the police investigation. After the case happened, ** came many times, and I never concealed it." Anxikaidao.
Chapter completed!