Chapter 42 The Statue of Han Jing

The heavy rain outside the house stopped and fell again, Ye Rong lay on the floor and tossed and turned, thinking that God had encountered something sad, which caused this unstoppable cry.

In the warehouse room, he and Fu Wenyuan huddled together head to head, curled their legs in a small corner.

After running around all day, most people are exhausted. They lie down and sleep somewhere, snoring and grinding their teeth one after another, and even Fu Wenyuan, who is beside him, breathes smoothly and quietly falls asleep.

Ye Rong finally had time to calm down and think about the murderer "Han Jing".

The identity of "Han Jing" is obviously to confuse the public. How could a fictional character created by him actually kill people.

Moreover, he vaguely heard someone talking about that the deceased who set himself on fire in front of the statue was not a member of the crew, but also a member of Shiba Village, who came to act as a group performer.

One after another, Shiba Village, strange custom of worshipping gods, Han Jing... The messy clues are like a ball of wool that is messed up if it is not cleaned up.

Ye Rong slumped after thinking about it for a while. He yawned and turned over to find a comfortable position to sleep in.

However, Xu Jue, who was also not sleeping on the wrong side and diagonally opposite, met his gaze.

At this moment, Xu Jue's eyes were focused like he had never seen before. He seemed to have watched Ye Rong silently for a long time, but his eyes didn't have many ripples. Only later did know the trapped beast that should be cautious.

Ye Rong was unmoved at all, pursed his lips and quickly looked away, turned sideways and stopped looking at him, and unconsciously leaned against Fu Wenyuan, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xu Shi thought a lot before going to bed. Ye Rong had a dream. In the dream, he was not himself, but every feeling was so real that people could mistake it for real.

In the dream, he was imprisoned in a desolate room, with the darkness in front of him.

His body was firmly fixed, he moved his hands and feet, and a piercing pain made him cry out.

His palms and ankles were pierced with nails, and they were firmly nailed to the bed plank of this shack.

This is where? Why is he here?

With a creaking humming, a man's figure appeared in his pupils.

Although the handsome and indifferent face was exactly the same as Kong Chensheng's, Ye Rong knew the moment he appeared, it was not Kong Chensheng, but Han Jing.

Indifferent eyes, pale face, but very beautiful.

Han Jing seemed to have forgotten his existence in the room, he kept mumbling, doing his own thing, pacing back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, he grabbed the paint and smeared it roughly on his body in silence, his expression full of uncontrollable excitement.

The scorching lime material was painful. Ye Rong wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't say anything except shouting. This body didn't seem to be his own, he was just a soul temporarily living here.

"What did you do to her?" Han Jing asked softly with a sullen look on his face.

Before anyone could answer, he chuckled and asked himself, "So many men, how would they treat a crazy woman, I can imagine... She came to this sanatorium to treat her illness, but you guys don't. killed her."

He became angry uncontrollably, knocked over everything in the house fiercely, and cursed incessantly.

"She is just a lunatic in your eyes, but she is my only relative, my sister, who died in your hands!"

He seemed to have exhausted his strength, trying to keep something but holding onto a mass of nothingness. He stumbled and stumbled to the ground, curled up and held his head in thought for a long time.

After a while, he stood up again and repeated the action of smearing lime on Ye Rong just now, his expression still as focused and enthusiastic.

"Wrong, wrong, I should cut off your limbs before you can fit it into my idol, otherwise how can you fit so many people..."

He gently stroked Ye Rong's body, as if looking through him to the woman who was always smiling gently.

Even when she's crazy, she will just laugh and call Ajing, Ajing, I will always be by your side.

The sister who had agreed to be with her forever was pushed into hell by the scum in this cage, and she was smashed to pieces with a bang.

Ajing, Ajing, I hurt, it hurts, help me...

Han Jing could hear such a voice all the time.

Han Jing looked at the person on the bed indifferently, and when he approached his ear, he opened his mouth like a devil's slander: "You ripped her soul to pieces, then you can mend it up piece by piece with blood and flesh, and be mine. God statue, always smile at me, always get my love... OK?"

"I'm not crazy."

"I'm here

revenge

of. "

...

It was dark and bright, and the rain was getting lighter, but it still didn't stop.

Ye Rong opened his eyes suddenly, wanted to speak, but was pressed into his throat by himself, sat up and gasped for breath, wiping the hot sweat from his temples, and it took a while to recover.

After being awake for a long time, Fu Wenyuan, who was carrying two buckets of instant noodles, came over and sat beside him.

Seeing Ye Rong's somber expression, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Have a nightmare?"

Ye Rong shook his head, thought about it carefully and thought it was funny: "I was scared by one of my own brain holes, it's okay."

He said, picked up half a bottle of mineral water and went outside to rinse his mouth.

It happened that he saw Village Chief Li hurriedly running in a raincoat at the door. Ye Rong didn't even bother to say hello to him when he saw him hurried up and said that he wanted a few young and strong guys to carry things.

He spoke in dialect and explained it to the ground. Ye Rong understood that it was someone who found a corpse in the river this morning and wanted to find someone to salvage it.

Everyone was surprised. In just a few days, accidents happened one after another, and the crowd suddenly became gloomy and gloomy.

No one wanted to take this bad luck, Ye Rong looked around and volunteered to say that he was willing to help. Anyway, he had already taken advantage of it.

Fu Wenyuan naturally followed, but what he didn't expect was that Yuan Zhenhong also came out like an emotionless tool man.

In the rainy season, the river is fast, and the water level in the shallow water area is almost overflowing to the chest. As soon as Ye Rong arrived, he saw the corpse mentioned by the village chief with his sharp eyes. Because it happened to be blocked by the angle between the two stones, it was not washed away by the current. .

A few people were entangled with fishing nets, and it took a lot of effort to drag it ashore against the current inch by inch.

The dark black cement poured out a roughly human shape, but one hand was not fully embedded in it, and it was blisters turned white and blue. Ye Rong accidentally touched it several times when dragging it.

Ye Rong leaned in to look at it, but his heart slammed heavily. He could easily remember the details of many people and events, including who the owner of this hand was at a glance.

He raised his head and scanned the people around him, and finally landed on the familiar Fu Wenyuan, "Commissary, Wang Guiren."

[The author has something to say: Will the plot of Shiba Village look boring, don’t worry, I will try to finish the plot as soon as possible, there are still a lot of sour blood in the back, hee hee]