The fat Taoist priest was startled, and then said: "What I know is only what I heard with my ears, not what I saw with my own eyes.
And all I know is that the widow and her child in the tailor shop were brutally killed in the tailor shop, and then The widow’s ghost is possessed by a little boy from the neighborhood, isn’t it?”
Ying Jingquan shook his head: "That's not the case.
You have no idea why my mother and I died.
I am the son of the widow from the tailor shop thirty years ago.
My name is Zhuang Yu.
I don't call you any bullshit.
Ying Jingquan is the same."
Ying Jingquan’s father, Ying Dawei, killed my mother and me.”
The fat Taoist priest roughly guessed a little bit at this time, and he said calmly: "Don't get excited, speak slowly."
Ying Jingquan said calmly: "Thirty years ago yesterday, I clearly remember that it snowed heavily that night.
My mother finished making the last piece of clothing and was about to turn off the lights and go to bed."
Let’s go back to December 11, thirty years ago, in Chengnan District, Jiangnan City.
At this time, Mrs.
Qian was in the tailor shop.
"Xiao Yu, help mom get a glass of water.
Mom will iron this dress, and then we can eat and sleep."
Qian's wife was sitting in front of the sewing machine, holding an iron and making clothes.
A little boy of five or six years old standing next to him was Qian's wife's son.
His name was Zhuang Yu.
Zhuang Yu nodded obediently, picked up his mother's water glass, and ran towards the kitchen.
At this moment, a man with a smirk on his face walked into the tailor shop.
He was huddled, wearing a large army green cotton-padded jacket, with a face full of whiskers, and his twirling eyes.
His small eyes give people the first impression that he is not a good person, full of vulgarity.
The wretched man's small eyes were staring closely at Qian's sister-in-law who was sitting in front of the sewing machine.
Under the light at this time, Qian's sister-in-law's pretty face was slightly red, and her two big eyes were staring at the clothes in her hands.
Her face was full of seriousness.
Her bulging chest was rising and falling slightly, and her whole body exuded the aura of a mature woman.
Qian's wife hadn't noticed the wretched man at this time.
The wretched man licked his tongue, walked to Qian's wife with a smile and said, "Xiao Qian."
Sister-in-law Qian was startled.
She looked back at the wretched man, her face suddenly changed, and she said, "Ying Dawei, why are you here so late?"
"I want you to make clothes," the wretched man named Ying Dawei said with a grin.
"Come back tomorrow to make clothes, I'm closed."
Qian's wife said calmly.
She knew that this Ying Dawei was not a good person.
The child was over six years old.
He still idled around outside all day long and did not do his job.
He also liked to fight.
Ying Dawei was stunned for a moment, then said unhappily: "Oh, you are driving me away."
"No, I said tomorrow.
Besides, your Jingquan made two clothes for me, and the money hasn't been given to me yet."
Sister-in-law Qian said.
"Oh, I just said why my Ying Jingquan's clothes are so ugly.
It took me a long time to make them, but it turns out you made them."
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Ying Dawei said jokingly.
"What do you mean?"
Mrs.
Qian put down the iron in her hand and her face changed.
Ying Dawei smiled: "Haha, it doesn't mean anything.
I won't pay for the clothes you make for my Ying Jingquan.
Unless you make my clothes nice, I will pay."
"You are a bad person and I hate you."
At this time, Zhuang Yu ran out and pointed at Ying Dawei.
"Ouch, this little brat still dares to scold me."
Ying Dawei grinned and stepped forward directly, reaching out to slap Zhuang Yu.
"Don't hit him," Mrs.
Qian said anxiously.
Ying Dawei gave a gentle push, and Mrs.
Qian fell directly to the ground.
"Mom," Zhuang Yu shouted, and started crying in front of Qian's sister-in-law.
"Hit someone, come quickly," Mrs.
Qian shouted.
Suddenly, Ying Dawei's face twitched, and he cursed: "Damn it, you are looking for death."
As he said that, he walked to Qian's wife and kicked Zhuang Yu away, then reached out and grabbed Qian's wife's arms.
The hair knocked Qian's sister-in-law's head hard against the ground.
"Bang"
"Bang" Qian's sister-in-law's face hit the ground again and again.
The blood had stained her face.
Her face became bloody and mangled, and she made inarticulate sounds.
"Mom" Zhuang Yu just raised his head, Ying Dawei grabbed his hands and twisted his neck hard.
"Crack."
The sound of cracking bones sounded, which made people feel numb.
Looking at Qiansao and Zhuang Yu lying motionless on the ground, a flash of panic flashed across Ying Dawei's face.
He had killed someone.
Thinking of killing someone, Ying Dawei also woke up at this time.
For a moment, his legs started to move.
He couldn't help but tremble.
No, he had to clean up the scene.
He couldn't let the police find out that he had done it.
Thinking of this, Ying Dawei looked at the gloves on his hands and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. , thinking that it was winter and luckily I wore gloves so that I didn’t leave any fingerprints.
Ying Dawei picked up the scissors on the sewing machine again, and then stabbed Qian's wife in the eyes.
He heard the old people say that if people who died tragically plucked out their eyes, their resentful spirits would not come to you. , although Ying Dawei did not believe in these superstitions, he was full of fear at this time, so he could not care so much.
He picked up the scissors and stabbed Qian's sister-in-law's eyes, and then stabbed Qian's sister-in-law ten times on her face.
Several holes.
After gouging out the eyes of Qian's sister-in-law and Zhuang Yu, Ying Dawei cleaned up the scene, took away Qian's sister-in-law's wallet, and then turned around and walked out of the tailor shop.
It was already evening and there was no one on the street.
After returning home, Ying Dawei quickly changed into a set of clothes, put the bloody clothes and Qian's sister-in-law's wallet in the backyard of his home and buried them.
His wife and children were already asleep, so Ying Dawei quietly got into bed.
Bed, at this time, he didn't sleep at all No, as soon as he closed his eyes, he seemed to see Sister-in-law Qian standing in front of him with a ferocious face.
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For a moment, he tossed and turned, twisting and turning on the bed.
Fortunately, his wife was fast asleep at this time.
She didn't wake her up.
A night of silence Early the next morning, Ying Dawei was sleeping soundly when suddenly his wife's voice came to his ears: Dawei, get up quickly. " Ying Dawei said with sleepy eyes: "Smelly bitch, I want to sleep.
If you are disturbing me, I will beat you to death."
"Oh, there was a murder in the neighborhood.
The wife Qian who owned the tailor shop and her child were killed.
Now there are many people around to watch."
Suddenly, Ying Dawei's sleepiness disappeared.
He sat up suddenly, picked up his clothes and pants and started to put them on.
At this time, Qiansao Tailor Shop.
Three police cars were parked in front of the tailor shop, the cordon had been set up, and the neighbors were standing around to watch.
At this time, a young policeman rushed out of the tailor shop.
He ran to a police car and said to a fat policeman in the police car: "There is a strong team, there are ghosts":