Hearing a noise on the right, Helanbing walked over, and there was a thin curtain hanging in the wing room. Helanbing picked it open and stepped in. Suddenly, he saw a black shadow hitting her face. Helanbing rolled the folding fan in his hand, pushed the thing away, and with a snap, he hit the door and window next to him. There was a smell of shit and urine between his nose, and there was something strange. She turned her head and saw a child's diapers standing with yellow orange stool, which were pasted on the doors and windows, and couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Before he could speak, a woman heard a sharp voice shouting: "Get out! Get out! Don't touch my son! Get out! Get out!"

He Lanbing looked up and saw a woman standing in the middle of the room. She was petite and handsome, but her hair was disheveled and looked a little hideous. She was holding a diaper in her hand, staring at He Lanbing, screaming and cursing, and another diaper flew over.

This time, Helanbing was prepared and did not dare to use a folding fan to move it. He hurriedly went out of the way. Situ Ce said: "Miss, don't be afraid. We are from the yamen and are here to help you, not to touch your child!"

This sentence immediately worked. The woman stopped throwing diapers, but walked nervously to the edge of the bed, pulled the curtain down, covered the bed tightly, and then sat on the edge of the bed, staring at both of them vigilantly.

As soon as Situ Ce came in, he smelled a familiar stench in the room. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "The girl is Sister Yao Qi, right?"

"It's me!"

"Then do you know Mi Er? Mi Er from Xicheng Grocery Store?"

As soon as he heard this name, Yao Qijie burst into laughter: "He? If I don't know him, who else knows him? This strait-hearted beast in a vein! He was unwilling to take out a penny to save his life as his son died of illness! That was his biological son! Why is he so cruel? - Do you think, is there anyone more cruel than him? No, is it? Even beasts are better than him!"

Situ Ce stared at the woman and said word by word: "Mi Er is dead and killed!"

"I know that he is dead, and this kind of person will be retribution sooner or later! God doesn't have eyes, so naturally there are eyes that help God accept him!"

"You are the one with eyes, right? You punished Mi Er?"

Yao Qijie laughed, her voice was very sharp, making people feel uncomfortable with the eardrum: "Hehe... It's me! It's me who killed him! That's right! I've said a long time ago that if my son dies, I won't let him go even if he is a ghost! He doesn't believe it, and even said that I'll try it if I have sex, so I'll show it to him! I hit him hard with a stick. He stood up and grabbed me. I still hit him hard, which made his teeth fall off, his face rotten, and his head rotten. I'm so happy! I'll beat him to death like this! - Let him go to the underworld to accompany our son! I'll go too! I won't leave my son!"

As he said that, Yao Qijie suddenly lifted the curtain of the bed, picked up a swaddle on the bed, hugged it tightly in her arms, and immediately changed her face to infinite tenderness. Looking at the swaddle in her arms, humming a soft little song in her mouth, and occasionally possessing herself to kiss the children in the swaddle.

Although the light in the house was not very good, Helanbing still saw the child in the craziest eyes at first sight. In fact, it was just a small rotten corpse. The face exposed outside was a face with countless white and wriggling maggots crawling. Her eyes, nose and mouth had rotted into holes, but she still hugged her tightly, her eyes were so gentle that she could not see the child's rotten face at all.

He Lanbing felt a sudden blow in his heart, and quickly opened the fan to cover his mouth and nose, saying, "This child... is it you and Mi Ersheng?"

"Yes! Look at him being good? He can grab my face with his fat little hands, and he can also call my mother in a silly voice. His eyes are so big and dark, and he giggles when he smiles, so sweet!"

He Lanbing was a little creepy when she saw her smiling and looking at the rotten baby's corpse saying such tender words. She asked again: "Did you cover the blue handkerchief on the deceased Mi Er's face?"

"Yes! The handkerchief he bought for me, and it was our love object! That night, I eloped here with him and gave him my body. Now I am ruthless, so I return the handkerchief to him!"

Helanbing sighed and said, "What did you use to kill Mi Er?"

"Iron stick! He bought the iron stick for me to hold the door, saying that he was afraid that bad people would come in and bully me, so he asked me to close the doors and windows at night. At that time, he was so kind to me, accompany me every day, listen to me singing, watch me dancing, - the dance I danced very well, he liked my water sleeve dance the most, I will dance for you!"

As he said that, Yao Qijie carefully placed the swaddle in her arms on the bed, pulled the curtain, and shook her sleeves. Two long sleeves floated out of the cuffs and danced in the air. As a result, Yao Qijie hummed a tune in her mouth, sang and danced in the room. The dance posture was really elegant, especially the two long sleeves, like two white dragons, coiled around her body, swaying up and down lightly, and dancing to the rhythm. It was very beautiful.

What Situ Ce saw was the dark red blood marks on Yao Qijie's two long sleeves! He now understood why the end of the murderous iron rod was not stained with blood. It must be that Yao Qijie wrapped the iron rod with a water sleeve. The blood was stained on his water sleeve, and naturally there was no one on the iron rod. After killing Mi Er, Shuixue left with her, and there was naturally no wrapped thing on the iron rod.

When Yao Qijie raised her legs and danced, Situ Ce saw clearly that there was a dark red scar on the soles of her shoes! If it was blood, I guess Yao Qijie had not changed her shoes after she killed someone.

After the song was finished, Yao Qijie looked at Situ Ce with some smugness: "Do I dance well?"

Situ Ce said sincerely: "It's really beautiful! I've never seen such a beautiful dance! Really!"

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He Lanbing, who was standing beside him, said decisively: "If you want to sing or dance, go to the jail of the yamen! You kill Mi Er, kill someone to pay for your life! Come on! Take her down!"

The two female constables Yin Yadan and Tang Tang who were waiting outside the door rushed in, stepped forward and grabbed Yao Qijie, locked her with iron chains, and pulled her out. Yao Qijie struggled hard, kicked and beat her, and screamed at the bed, "My son! I want my son! My son..."

Yin Yadan took a few fucks and removed the shoulder bones of her hands that she had scratched and beaten. Yao Qijie couldn't move her hands, and her screams became even more shrill: "My son...! Give me your son! My son..."

Situ Ce felt sad and wanted someone to give him the body of the child. However, it was hot now and it was only a few days ago. The child was already very proud and had to be buried as soon as possible. It was not a big deal for her to carry her to prison, so she swallowed it again when she said something.
Chapter completed!