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After Jiang Yichao sent Xu Tingting away, he sat alone in the shop for a while. It's getting late, and the traffic on expressway is sparse. He thought of the female corpse salvaged from the well behind the store 100 meters. When the cool wind blows on him, his seven-foot-tall body can't help shivering. It's true. It may still be windy last night. He sleeps soundly, or wakes up in the middle of the night, thinking about things far away from trivial life with his eyes half open. Just then, a black image, like a ghost, held a female corpse, passing through the door through a wall, went to the deep well in the wilderness behind the house and threw the body into the well. This sad story happened outside his shop, and the quiet night disappeared from the barrier of time and space, as if he could just stand up and stretch out his hand to touch the woman and fish her out of the cold well water.
Because of these unpredictable and unavoidable tragic things in life, he was afraid, locked the door in a hurry and hurried back to the village.
Lin Xiang put the food on the table. Neither mother nor son is in the mood to eat. In order to comfort each other, they managed to swallow a few mouthfuls of rice.
Lin Xiang said: "The world is really sinister. It happens during the day. ...