No one thought that Aunt Yang would be the mastermind of these two cases.
Xiao Wu was shocked and pressed the play button of the recorder again, and Aunt Yang's calm voice came from inside.
"Er Silly covered Hua Mei to death.
After a long time, he didn't know what to do, so he ran back and asked me.
He is my only son.
Although he is stupid, he is very filial.
I have always been proud of him.
He killed someone, and he had to pay for it with his life.
I asked him to go back and throw Hua Mei into the cellar of her house, where there was dust and it was difficult to find her face.
He cut off all his limbs and threw them to the wild dogs outside.
When no one was around, he led two thick hemp ropes from a telephone pole in front of Huamei's house to the small woods behind her house. " "Hold Hua Mei and slide slowly, and slowly put her on the drying ground for drying corn."
When talking about this, Xiao Wu clearly remembered the look of helplessness on Aunt Yang's face.
Maybe she didn't want to kill anyone.
"Then why did you kill your son?"
Xiao Wu asked impatiently.
Aunt Yang shed tears when she mentioned her son.
He looked at his old man affectionately and choked with sobs: "How could I do this unless it was absolutely necessary?"
It turns out that Yang Ersha is a person who can't hide his words.
Especially when facing his father, he says whatever he wants.
So he told Uncle Yang that he slept with the beautiful girl, covered her to death, and told him how his mother taught him to kill.
Uncle Yang is in poor health, with paralysis of his lower limbs and heart disease.
He had always known that his wife, who had been married to him for decades, was a man who didn't even dare to kill a chicken.
Suddenly he taught his son how to dissect corpses and commit crimes.
He was so shocked that he died without even taking a breath.
Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang have been married for fifty years, and they have always been in love with each other.
It's a pity that God is blind and allowed them to give birth to a stupid son and made Uncle Yang paralyzed.
This happy family lived a hard life from then on.
Even so, the couple and their family of three still had a great time.
It wasn't until Uncle Yang's health deteriorated day by day that he no longer even spoke a few words, and the Yang family lost some joy and laughter.
Uncle Yang died, and Aunt Yang was so heartbroken that she fainted several times a day.
After she woke up, she thought that her husband was dead and it was meaningless for her to live, so she thought about going with him.
She was thinking again, what would happen to her son when they were gone?
So that night, she brought all the food in the house that she could not bear to eat on weekdays for Er Sha to eat.
The two of them talked a lot, and it was already early in the morning after they finally finished eating.
Aunt Yang watched her son put away the dishes, and her heart felt warm and painful: "Son, can you wash your mother's feet once?"
The second fool is filial.
He happily brought hot water and rubbed the old mother's feet.
It was in this scene of a loving mother and a filial son that Aunt Yang took out the needle she usually used to sew clothes and inserted it into Er Sha's head.
The truth is so surprising.
Qiyue was moved by Aunt Yang's infatuation for Uncle Yang, her dedication to the family, and her concern for her son.
These all proved that she was a good wife and mother.
However, she embarked on such a path of no return.
He ruined his own life and his son's path.
"Why put the blame on me?"
Qi Yue couldn't understand.
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She still remembers Aunt Yang's angry rebuke to her, her face filled with grief and compassion for losing her son.
But all this was her own fault.
Aunt Yang looked at the charming woman in front of her, and suddenly a cold smile appeared on her lips: "Why do I also want to ask why I didn't listen to Blind Man Li when you were still in your mother's belly?"
I will get rid of you.
As soon as you were born, not only you, the mother, but also my son and my husband were harmed."
Qi Yue shook her head in confusion.
She didn't understand what her birth had to do with the Yang family.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand.
You just need to remember that it was you who caused my son to become stupid when he was just one year old, caused my husband to become paralyzed suddenly, and caused my family to be destroyed.
You are a nemesis and a disaster.
You are not only a nemesis for your own family, To defeat someone else, Miao Qiyue, so what if you find out the truth, I will still prevent you from returning to Jinzhai Village, and I will still make you scolded by the villagers."
While everyone was recalling her words, she took off her shoes, lifted the quilt, and lay down next to Uncle Yang's body.
She held Uncle Yang's hand tightly and placed it on the quilt.
With a smile on her lips, she slowly closed her eyes as if falling asleep.
"Not good" Feng Zhonglin shouted and stepped forward to help Aunt Yang up.
Unfortunately, he was already a step too late, as Aunt Yang was no longer breathing.
Qiyue also knew what was going on, and immediately understood the meaning of Aunt Yang's last words.
Because the villagers had already poured into Yang's house, the village chief pushed through the crowd and walked to the house inside.
Seeing the two old people on the bed, he stepped forward with a solemn face and called: "Uncle Yang and Auntie Yang."
Unfortunately, there was no response.
The village chief stretched his trembling fingers nervously under the two elders' noses.
As soon as he reached in, he suddenly pulled back.
Staring at Feng Zhonglin and Miao Qiyue in disbelief: "They are all dead":