Chapter 987 "Ethan's Small Town Mystery" (Part 2)

The scene turned into memories, the exotic landscape disappeared, replaced by the rural land of Longzhou that Qin Jue was quite familiar with.

The low and dilapidated wooden house had many traces of insects, and the huge broom was leaning against the wall upside down, like a hand made of dead branches. Soon, a real hand came to hold it. The mother, dressed as a peasant woman, tightened the rope on her chin, half-held and half-held the broom to sweep the yellow and dark brown filth in front of the house.

Footsteps came from the inner room, and the mother turned around and shouted a local dialect. The corresponding English subtitles also appeared at the bottom of the screen, which roughly meant "Go back to the house!".

The little girl in cloth shoes nodded, and the camera gave her face. The little face was earthy yellow, and she looked malnourished, but overall it was clean. At this time, the sky was just getting light, and the sun shone from behind the heavy clouds. The camera was closer, and the little girl's blue eyes and dull brown hair were flashed.

The mother hastily cleaned the ground, picked up the pestle to crush the rotten leaves, and bent over to feed the chickens.

While feeding, villagers passed by the gate of the courtyard. They either quickened their pace as if they were afraid of getting dirty when they got close, or stopped to curse at the mother who was working.

The subtitles conveyed the information expressed by the lines. Qin, who had the advantage of his mother tongue, did not need to translate, and understood while listening.

Listening and watching, it felt that the air conditioning in the cinema was turned on more fully.

This was a village in the last century, and the war had spread to this village. Foreigners with different hair and skin burned, killed, looted, and abducted many women, including the mother in front of him who was once a young woman.

The villagers shouted "Charge! Fight back! Save our beloved relatives and sisters from the sea of ​​suffering!", and they fought with red eyes and gritted their teeth.

After that, the resistance was fruitful, and the invaders were driven out of this land. In the devastated small village, female corpses were lying everywhere. Everyone trembled and identified whose daughter this was and whose daughter-in-law that was, and judged who would rather die than surrender and who could not bear the humiliation by the bloodstains on the well and the wall.

Everyone cried loudly and was extremely sad.

They denounced the enemy's atrocities, accused the cruelty of war, mourned the sacrificed women, praised their pitiful and pure hearts, and sang praises to their bravery and supreme character.

Then someone suddenly moved in the pile of corpses. It was the mother - although she was not pregnant at this time, she was indeed forced to become a mother.

The mother was still alive, for no special reason. One was that she did not want to die, and the other was that she was really tough. In short, she was alive, like a roadside withered grass that was repeatedly crushed, stubbornly preserving the last bit of vitality.

There are survivors in this inhumane evil!

The soldiers were happy from the bottom of their hearts. They were in tears and helped her out of this hell on earth. They treated her, helped her find her relatives, and rebuilt the wooden house.

"This is the meaning of our war! Defend our homeland! Protect the people!"

The kind and righteous soldiers declined the local specialties in the mother's hands, and after ensuring that she was all right, they left with the farewell of the villagers.

The waiting bus was so far away that I couldn't see its shadow. The atmosphere in the village changed drastically and became solemn.

The women looked at their mother with disgust for the dirty things in their eyes; the men looked at their mother with disgust and disapproval in their expressions; the family members whose female relatives died in the war looked at their mother with resentment and anger in their eyes.

She was still alive, how inappropriate it was.

Many villagers hated her. Yes, why didn't she die? If she died, she would be noble and pure. She would go to the rich shore filled with rice fragrance like other great women, and her soul would be eternal in the mourning and respect of everyone.

But she was alive.

What an embarrassing thing.

Her life changed her from a psalm image emitting holy glory to a symbol of shame. Neighboring villages would know that there was a woman in their village who was humiliated by the enemy. She was obviously dirty, but she was still alive in this world. She was so shameless and brought shame to the whole village.

At first, some people spoke up for her, but when more and more gossips came out, the relatives who adopted her could not stand it anymore.

When she moved to the most remote place in the village alone, and even gave birth to the baby in her belly without saying anything, she became a complete traitor, and was the target of people throwing feces and cursing at the door in their spare time.

"Why did you give birth to it! While the baby is still small, strangle her to death!"

A relative retained some pity for her and cursed her privately.

The mother did not speak, and every time her eyes fell on the sparse light-colored hair of the baby in her arms, her eyes would tremble uncontrollably. But after a long silence, she whispered:

"Big sister, she is all I have now."

Facing the mother's pleading eyes, the relative froze, his face was ashen, his mouth opened and opened again, and finally turned into a sigh of anger at her failure, leaving a back figure that never appeared again.

So, the little girl with brown hair and blue eyes was raised.

She was cared for and loved by her mother, and she loved her mother as well. She was a smart and sensible little girl.

One day, her mother who went out to pick wild vegetables did not come back in time.

The girl quietly wrapped herself in a flowered headscarf and went up the mountain to look for her. Halfway up the mountain, she saw a group of men who had stopped her mother.

They were rude and formed a circle, sometimes laughing at her and sometimes scolding her.

The mother lowered her head. If she went left, someone blocked her. If she went right, someone blocked her too.

She raised her eyes, and the picture became distorted at this moment. The daughter's eyes and the mother's eyes appeared on the screen alternately, until the camera pulled away from the mother's eyes. She was hunched over, with blood on her face and clothes, and there was a pile of corpses under her feet.

"-Yes, sir. Although the information we have is very limited, we can infer from this..."

The policeman of Country A explained his views. He listed some evidence that the deceased Bert harassed and induced women, and combined with the mother's previous criminal experience, he concluded that she might have killed Bert for self-protection or to protect her daughter.

"You are just speculating!" Another policeman of Country A who claimed that the murderer was the daughter retorted, "Why should we put aside the objective facts and subjectively guess an answer?"

"Please Bob, use your brain!" The first person tapped his temple, "Twelve-year-old girl! Please tell me how she knocked down and brutally killed an adult man?"

The boss wearing the police hat of Country A raised his hand to stop their argument, and after thinking for a while, he decided to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

They began to monitor the lives of the mother and daughter of Longzhou in the name of observation.

Unexpected things happened. The police in Country A found that the relationship between the mother and daughter was very strange. The mother usually beat or scolded her daughter, but she would spend all her money on her daughter's food and education. However, when she saw her daughter wearing bright and beautiful clothes, she would go crazy and call her cheap, slutty, and shameless, saying that she was fooling around with men outside all day, "like a whore who doesn't have to be paid."

What made the police in Country A even more puzzled was that the daughter who was loved so distortedly and suffered frequent insults and violence from her mother for a long time always kept smiling, without showing any discomfort or pain, as if she didn't mind it at all and still loved her mother very much.

The situation was too weird, and the police in the town were at a loss. They arrested the mother on suspicion, but the result of the interrogation was not optimistic. The mother said that she had no knowledge of Bert's death, and only admitted that she had had contact with the man several times, and when she realized that he wanted to cheat, she stayed away from him in time.

"We can only confirm that she was harassed at present." A policeman in the office spread his hands.

"But she doesn't have an alibi," said another.

"Well, if you say that, her daughter doesn't have an alibi either," said the third officer.

"You're sticking to your so-called inference again, aren't you?"

"Yes, especially since we really found the two kitchen knives used as murder weapons!"

The argument started again. There was no way. The limitations of the times were here. The town of Ethan was quite old. It was normal for the case to progress slowly when there was no surveillance, no fingerprints could be found, and even a heavy rain washed away the footprints around the scene after the crime.

The boss had already thought of letting it go, and even didn't want to arrest the mother who was confirmed to be the murderer - the case in Longzhou, no one in Longzhou was investigating, and it was not a transnational criminal on the wanted list, so what did it have to do with their town?

But the officer who firmly believed in his judgment didn't want to give up, and he interrogated his daughter on his own initiative.

Qin Jue had done his homework before and knew that this plot in the interrogation room was one of Tang Nuo's wonderful performances. Tang Nuo also stood out among many competitors at the International Film Festival that year with these highlights and won the Best Actress Award at the Aisur Film Festival.

Under the cold light, the policeman from Country A sat opposite the daughter. The little girl, who had been raised to be fair and clean, blinked her grape-like blue eyes. Every answer sounded so innocent and simple, but it also gave people a strong sense of disharmony, as if the person sitting on the chair was not an innocent little girl, but a slick and cunning devil.

You go back and forth, one question and one answer, all the inquiries were cleverly directed to a safe and harmless direction. The policeman who took notes looked down at the handwriting on the paper, and it was hard to believe that he had not found anything so far.

The police officer who started the inquiry had the same idea, and his eyes became sharper, staring at the eyes of the daughter in front of him.

He described the violent acts of the mother against her daughter that they observed in a calm and objective tone, and then asked: "When you suffered these, did you cry? Did you resent?"

-Just a little bit, he wanted to support the table and ask her "whether you had the idea of ​​venting violence to others because of this."

As long as the little girl opposite nodded, they could write the line "She has a certain degree of antisocial tendency" in the report.

The daughter shook her head.

"I cried, but I feel more sorry for my mother." Her chubby face moved as she spoke, like a compassionate little angel, "I know she's having a hard time."

The police officer took a breath: "Okay, then may I ask what your relationship with your mother is like? Or, what do you think you are to her?"

The daughter blinked, and the cold light made the shadows of her facial features more distinct, so that the upturned corners of her mouth were so creepy.

She grinned, she was smiling, she was sincere without disguise, with real pride, with a moving, intoxicated look.

She said:

"I am my mother's hero."

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Original script, purely fictional, without prototype.