C8 Causal cause
Thinking about Shen Hong's weird death and how Huang Qiao suddenly made such a call for help, my heart rose to my throat.
Could it be that Sima Tong had come back to murder Huang Qiao?
I wanted to call the police, but when I thought about it, I had no proof. The police might not believe me, so I gave up.
Huang Qiao's cries for help lingered in my ears, causing my heart to sink even further. I hastily ran towards his home.
When I was a kid, to scare him with a ghost, Stabbing took me to his house.
His parents worked outside all year round, and his grandmother passed away early. Only his grandfather was left to take care of him. More than ten years had passed, and Huang Qiao didn't know if his parents had returned, or if his grandfather was still alive.
I shouted from the front door of the house.
"Yellow Bridge..." Cough cough … Out, no, out. " I was met with a cough and an old voice.
Then I saw an old man with a hunched back and a cane coming out of the door.
His face was covered in wrinkles, and his hair had long turned white. He coughed from time to time, making his stooped body seem like a circle.
"Grandpa Huang, do you know where Yellow Bridge went?" Looking at the old man, I had the illusion that his next cough would leave him breathless.
"This child is filial and obedient. He knows that I'm sick, so he doesn't care about working day and night. Every night, he would go to Tranquil Mountain to guard people's tombs."
The peaceful mountain in our town is a graveyard, almost everyone in the town will be buried there after death. It is said that there is also an official of the Qing dynasty buried there, but for some reason, there are no tombstones set up, so some of the outlaws only dug the graves one by one. In order to let their ancestors have peace, the people of the town formed a joint venture to hire a person to guard the tombs.
The cowardly Yellow Bridge actually dares to guard the tomb. Even though I find it inconceivable, I can tell that he really needs money.
He told me that a year ago, Huang Qiao's parents had received news of a car accident, but it was not a separate matter. He suffered from tuberculosis due to his excessive grief, and in order to treat his illness, Huang Qiao, in addition to going out to work during the day, would also go to the grave at night.
Listening to the old man's words, I felt pity for Huang Qiao, but at the same time, I couldn't help but admire him.
When the old man had finished speaking and was walking slowly back to the house, I realized that the Yellow Bridge might be in danger!
I fiercely patted my forehead as I rapidly headed towards the Tranquil Mountain.
The mountain breeze was cool and breezy. At a glance, the dense vegetation swayed in the wind, and the sounds of insects could be heard occasionally.
Suddenly, I jolted awake. Today is the fourteenth day of the seventh month.
As I read this, I looked at the Peace Mountain. I could only feel countless figures moving about in the mountain. They were floating in the air, giving off an endless feeling of desolation.
Even though I knew it was my imagination, to be honest, I was afraid!
I don't believe in ghosts and gods, but there are many unexplained phenomena in this world. What if I really do encounter them?
I stopped at the foot of Tranquil Mountain, not daring to go up for a long time.
"Save …" "Help!"
Just as I was hesitating, I heard a cry for help from the bushes beside the road. It was the Yellow Bridge.
Without thinking too much about it, I rushed into the grass and shined the flashlight on my cell phone.
Amidst the weeds, Yellow Bridge was kneeling on the ground. Both of his hands were grabbing onto his neck.
Judging from the veins on his hands, he had been increasing his strength. As he increased his strength, his pale face slowly turned purple, and his pupils also slowly became covered by the whites of his eyes.
Seeing this, I didn't dare to hesitate. I quickly stepped forward and tried to pull his arm away from my neck.
Strangely, however, his strength was surprisingly great. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't pull his hand away from his neck.
His breathing became weaker and weaker. I really had no other choice. I lifted my leg and viciously kicked him in the head.
With this kick, I used all my strength and knocked the Yellow Bridge out.
The unconscious Huang Qiao had finally let go of him.
After that, I took him to the hospital. The doctor gave him a simple examination and told me that he just fainted.
I told the doctor what had happened when I saw him. The doctor said he suspected that Yellow Bridge was mentally ill and asked me not to leave until he woke up for a mental examination.
The doctor's words were not unreasonable. With the sudden death of Huang Qiao's parents and his grandfather suffering from a severe illness, it was not surprising that his heart was twisted.
I stayed all night at Yellow Bridge, and at about eight o'clock the next day he woke up and saw me and looked surprised and a little alarmed.
But when I told him what had happened last night, he had changed, and there was a deep loneliness in his eyes, and even his sissy had ceased to exist. He looked out the window, occasionally sighing and mumbling.
"I knew it... "I knew it. Something would definitely happen. When people do something shameful, there will always be retribution."
After a long moment, he finally regained his senses and looked at me with a smile.
"Zhong Xin, thank you for saving me."
I said it wasn't a big deal, just a bunch of friends. Then I asked him about the thorn, and I thought that since the thorn trusted Yellow Bridge to monitor me, their relationship should be pretty good.
As I expected, Yellow Bridge did know the whereabouts of the thorn, but to my surprise, the thorn died!
Just as I was about to ask, Huang Qiao took out his cell phone and opened up a piece of news.
I took it and looked at it, feeling confused. The headline read: ARCHITECTURAL BOOKS BUILDED BY BOOKERS IN THE TRAINING OF ARTIFICIAL. Killed in a struggle.
The news was posted the day before yesterday at three in the afternoon, and a picture of a thorn was attached to the details of the news.
In addition, the news also said that he had killed the fellow with the thorn and was now on the run after killing the man. It was hoped that the general public would report this matter to the public and that a photo of the fellow with his name was attached below.
This person was Sima Tong!
The death of the thorn was enough to shock me, but then the Yellow Bridge turned over another piece of news, which made me even more shocked.
The day after the assassination, the police received a report from the people and found the fugitive, Sima Tong. When the police kicked open the door of the hotel where Sima Tong was staying, they found him dead on the bed.
"This …" Two pieces of news struck me like lightning.
"I'm surprised, but I'm not surprised at all. Their deaths are retribution."
Huang Qiao lowered his head and said.
"I'm going to die too. If I don't die last night, I'll probably die today. But I still deserve it."
Huang Qiao's tone was filled with endless loneliness and guilt.
"What nonsense are you saying? You still have your grandpa to take care of you. " I patted him on the shoulder.
"Grandfather?" My grandfather was gone ten days ago. " Huang Qiao's voice was choked with sobs.
Then who was it that I met last night?
But before I could think about what happened last night, Yellow Bridge took a pendant necklace from his pocket and placed it in my hand.
"I don't know if I can live past today. Please help me hand this over to Chen Duo."
The necklace on the pendant was not that special. What was strange was that the pendant on the pendant was purple in color, and in the center of the pendant, there was a lively ant.
Wasn't this what the woman in the T-shirt and skirt was looking for?