C4 Fierce Murder

Second Uncle didn’t explain. He seemed to be worried. He stayed silent for a while and told my father to carry me to feed me. He told my father to send me back after I was full.

After that, I stayed with Second Uncle in his house for three days. He would open the door once in a while and let my mother feed me. He also asked my grandfather if there were any dead people in the village. He also asked if anyone in the neighboring village had died.

After getting the same answer time and time again, Second Uncle became more and more silent. He frowned, as if he could squeeze out water from his eyebrows.

At first, my grandfather thought that Second Uncle was crazy. He had been talking all the time after Second Uncle’s fiancée died. But later, my grandfather felt that something was wrong. Second Uncle seemed to be worried about the dead people in the village. It was because no one died that he was so anxious.

On the afternoon of the third day, my grandfather knocked on Second Uncle’s door and told him that someone had died!

Second Uncle was excited. He couldn’t wait to ask, “Who is the dead person? How old is he?”

“It’s a kid.” My grandfather said, “He was only five years old. His family didn’t watch him. He ran to the river to play and drowned.”

Second Uncle was stunned when he heard my grandfather’s explanation. It seemed that the dead person had exceeded his expectations.

After a while, Second Uncle recovered. He paced back and forth in the house. He was obviously worried. My grandfather and my father asked him, but he didn’t say anything. He turned around and carried me out. He handed me to my father and ran out.

That night, his second uncle didn’t return home for the whole night. Nobody knew where he went or what he did.

The next day, when his grandfather found him in the village, he looked very haggard. His beard was messy, as if he had aged a few years overnight. It was also on that day that another person died in the village!

This time, it was a child who died. Two people died at the same time. One of them fell off the mountain and died. The other one was hooked by a branch on the mountain. He was hanging on the tree. Two children, one six years old and the other seven years old. Their parents were crying so hard that they were about to die.

After the two children died, his second uncle became even more restless. He didn’t go home anymore. He wandered around the nearby villages during the day and night, as if he was looking for something.

Two days later, another child died. It was a seven-year-old child who died of suicide. He slit his own throat in the night when the chicken and the dog didn’t even make a sound. When the adults found him, he was already dead. His family was so sad that they called the child’s death strange. The child was usually very normal. Why did he suddenly want to commit suicide? The blade of the sickle was thick and not sharp. He must have wanted to die so much to cut off his throat.

I was born a week ago. Four children died in succession. Some people thought it was an accident, but my grandfather didn’t think so. He looked at his second uncle, whose eyes were red from the sleepless nights, and finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He asked his second uncle directly, “What happened to those children? Is it related to you?”

Second Uncle said, "No."

Grandfather did not believe him and said, "You asked every day if there were any dead people in the village, and the four of them, one died from drowning, one died from suffocation, one died from falling, and the last one died from being killed by a sharp weapon. The way they died was exactly the same as the four children who died. Could this be a coincidence?"

At that time, Grandfather had already faintly felt that the death of those four children was not an accident. Even if it was not Second Uncle who did it, Second Uncle should have known the truth.

However, Second Uncle insisted that the matter of the children had nothing to do with him. As for the truth, he did not mention it at all.

Second Uncle was a stubborn person. Just like how he carried a broken banner and left without caring about his grandfather's obstruction, he was determined to do what he wanted. Others could not stop him from doing what he wanted to do, and what he did not want to say, others could not ask.

This matter was temporarily put aside. Four children had died in the village in a row, and everyone's conversation was focused on those four children. As for our family, the discussions about it had lessened. Our family has been living a peaceful life for a month. During this month, our parents gave me a name, Jiang Changsheng. The meaning of it was self-evident.

However, the good days did not last long. Our family, which had been the top of the village for so many years, seemed to be unwilling to be robbed of the limelight by others. On the day of my wedding, something huge happened at home. This matter raised a huge storm in our village!

That day, my father woke up very early. He went to the neighboring village to pick up my grandmother to drink my full moon wine. Because he thought that he would be very busy that day, he left the house before dawn.

On such a big day, after my father left, my mother also woke up. After she washed herself, she opened the door early. The moment she opened the door, it changed my mother's fate for the rest of her life!

It was said that that morning, more than half of the villagers were woken up by my mother's scream. The scream was so mournful that it sounded like a ghost. No, it was even scarier than a ghost!

Grandfather and Second Uncle ran out when they heard my mother's scream. They saw that in front of our house, there was a bloody head placed in front of the door! It was my father's head!

For some reason, the head of my father, who went to pick up my grandmother, was torn apart in a short period of time! His body was nowhere to be found. His head was placed in front of my house. His brain was pried open by something. The brain was like tofu, and the brain juice, along with the blood, flowed down his hair and onto his face. The blood that flowed out from the broken part of his neck dyed the ground red. It was a ghastly sight. My father's eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was dying. My mother was scared to death.

I could imagine what my mother experienced that morning. It was originally a joyous occasion for her to drink the full moon wine. She finally got out of her confinement. She cleaned herself and dressed up. When she opened the door and waited for her mother to come, she saw her own husband's head being cut off! That bloody head that was filled with brain juice stared at my mother in silence. The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The psychological impact that the scene brought to my mother could be imagined.

Later, someone called the police.

It was rare for a crime to alarm the police in a small place like this. Moreover, it was a murder case. The higher-ups paid a lot of attention to it. They sent a lot of people to check every house in the village. After half a month, they still couldn’t find anything. So, my dad’s death became a pending case.

My dad died and my mom went crazy. My mysterious second uncle left home without saying a word after the incident!

Grandpa was so sad, but he still had to take care of me, who was just a month old, and my mom. The family was finished.

After that, the people in the village started to distance themselves from my family. They acted like they were afraid of my family. At the same time, a few versions of what happened to my family started to spread in the village.