An Xiaohong found herself lying in a long sheet of paper.

The sheet was wet, covering her body's face, smelling a rotten smell.

“Where is this?”

She woke up in an instant, but found that she couldn't open her eyes, and felt a split headache, her whole body was soft and she had no strength. Even if she just wanted to move her fingers, she felt extremely difficult.

In a daze, I heard someone talking next to me.

"Comrades, be good, please be more comfortable..."

"If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have come here..."

"The family really has no money to treat my daughter. The doctor said that if you spend it, you will throw money in. This is a hole that cannot be filled..."

"Tell me, who doesn't care about his daughter? If I can save her, I can't send it to you!"

A woman's begging kept ringing.

When An Xiaohong heard this voice, her breathing suddenly became rapid.

In the darkness, An Xiaohong tried hard to make a sound, but her body seemed to no longer belong to her and there was no movement at all.

At this moment, she remembered something, and tears in the corners of her eyes fell down involuntarily.

Time goes back to three days ago.

At noon that day, a chubby middle-aged woman came to the gate of Beiyang Middle School.

Beiyang Middle School is a fully enclosed boarding school.

The guard saw that she was a woman with a kind face and thought she was visiting the child, so he let her in the door without interrogating her.

The woman was secretly happy and walked towards the dormitory building with familiarity.

She is indeed looking for a child.

It’s just that it’s not her own daughter, but her daughter’s former classmate, only a 14-year-old girl, An Xiaohong.

She wants to be a matchmaker for An Xiaohong.

However, this matter must not be known to anyone.

The woman came outside the dormitory building, waiting for An Xiaohong to come out.

About 20 minutes later, the target appeared, and An Xiaohong walked towards the boiling water room with a classmate with a hot pot.

The woman hurriedly chased after her and pretended to be panic and shouted: "Xiaohong! Your father was in a car accident! Your mother asked me to pick you up to the hospital! Come with me!"

After all, An Xiaohong is only 14 years old. When she heard that her father had a car accident, her face changed so much that she was anxious.

She had seen this aunt in front of her, and she lived in the village next door. She was also her elementary school classmate's mother. She must have been busy going to the hospital and asked her to pick her up.

Thinking of this, An Xiaohong quickly stuffed the thermos into his classmate's hand and said to the woman worriedly: "Auntie, wait for me, I'll ask for leave from the teacher!"

The woman grabbed her arm and said anxiously: "I have asked for leave for you, hurry up and go, the road is still far!"

In this way, An Xiaohong followed the woman out of school without looking back and got into a medium-sized van heading to the county town.

On the way, she took out a bottle of drink and handed it to Ran Ran: "Look at how you ran away, your face turned pale, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, it's coming soon, are you thirsty? This is a vitamin drink that can replenish your energy. At this critical moment, you must not get sick, otherwise your mother will die of anxiety."

An Xiaohong looked at the kind aunt gratefully. She was indeed thirsty and had no doubts. She opened the drink and swallowed it.

What she didn't know was that the whole bottle of drink was dissolved in advance by the woman. More than 20 sleeping pills were added to it.

An Xiaohong, who was panicked, couldn't taste the taste of the drink at all, and soon fell into a coma.

When she woke up again, she found that she was wrapped in a thin sheet and was sent to the funeral home!

Next to it, the staff at the funeral home looked embarrassed in the face of the middle-aged woman's grievances.

"It's not that we are not compatible, but that we are not compatible. Your daughter is not dead and she is obviously still breathing. How can we take living people here? This is something to go to jail!"

The woman knelt down crying and said, "Comrades, I'll kneel down for you! Please, let's just stay here for a night. If my daughter can survive tonight, I'll take her back tomorrow as soon as the dawn tomorrow... Please! I'll kowtow to you!"

"This... OK, I agreed. If you still have anger tomorrow, then I will drag it away. This is a funeral home, not a hotel, and we will not accept living people."

The two staff members looked at each other helplessly, and it seemed that they could only be the case.

As the sky was getting dark, the funeral home was remote. How could a woman leave with a half-girl who was so angry that she was so angry that she was away?

Besides, they have seen a lot of this situation.

Many remote areas have such a priority: those who are about to die cannot die at home, which will bring bad luck to the family.

So many times people who are sent to the funeral home still have a breath.

The staff at the funeral home saw that the woman looked simple and honest and cried so badly, and did not think about it anyway. After a soft heart, they found an empty room for storing the offerings and kept them all night.

After entering the room and closing the door, the middle-aged woman breathed a sigh of relief.

When she raised her head again, her sadness and misery instantly turned into indifference and resentment.

She tossed and turned around the room twice, then stared at the girl: "It's obvious that she's dead, why are you alive again?"

"So many sleeping pills won't make you live? It's so fucking unlucky!"

"Tomorrow the employer will come to recruit people. Little girl, if you don't die, I can't hand over the goods!"

"This blocking one's wealth is like killing one's parents. You're better dead!"

Thinking of this, the woman hurriedly ran outside, took out nine sedatives from her accomplices, returned to the room, uncovered the sheets, and quickly injected all of An Xiaohong into her body.

Time passes by minute by minute.

In the second half of the night, the girl's pulse was still beating faintly. Perhaps because of the strong desire to survive, she just couldn't swallow her last breath.

The middle-aged woman suddenly became anxious.

Looking left and right, he suddenly looked at the belt around the girl's waist. He was so angry that he was brave. He stepped forward and pulled out the belt around the girl's waist, wrapped around her neck, and tightly pulled the two ends.

She maintained this position and did not dare to move, for fear that the girl would come back to life as soon as she loosened her hands.

She didn't loosen her belt until her hands were sore and numb, but then she found a very deep mark on the girl's neck.

The middle-aged woman thought about it and came up with a solution.

She dragged the girl's body to the bench, letting the wooden armrests hit the girl's neck.

In this way, if the employer finds something strange about the girl's body, she can explain it.

Everything is ready.

The middle-aged woman felt relieved and showed a smug smile on her face.

In this room full of sacrifices, this smile was evil and sinister.

...

An Xiaohong knew she was going to die.

Although I can't open my eyes, I can't speak, and I can't move.

But she knew everything that was happening around her.

In a daze, she felt suffocating, but she couldn't struggle, so she could only die little by little in pain...

I don't know how long it took.

In a trance, she seemed to hear the sound of the suona playing.

A little light suddenly appeared in the distance.

The vision is getting clearer and clearer.

Soon, An Xiaohong discovered that she seemed to be floating in the air.

Below are a group of old women wearing ancient decorations, hurriedly helping a female corpse wipe her body.

An Xiaohong looked closely and found that the female corpse looked very similar to her.

My heart tightened in an instant.

The old women helped the female corpse put on makeup, dress and cut plain white.

There was a quiet area around, with only the sound of tearing the fabric.

An Xiaohong was slightly ecstatic.

Is this my past life?

Suddenly, the sound of red sandalwood sounded from the front yard.

The storyteller, who was jokingly speaking, was performing hard in the empty yard.

He heard a sound of a hawk, and the storyteller shouted in a hoarse voice: "Zhanzhan Qingtian cannot be bullied. Zhang Fei drank and blocked Yangqiao. Although it was not a good deal, there were many people coming today..."

Three hours at the hour of Mao, three miles away.

A team of carriages carrying coffins are slowly coming from a distance.

The light of the torch beats with the wind, making the surroundings look gloomy and terrifying.

The two musicians walking on both sides were used to it and didn't take it seriously. They were playing the suona with all their heart.
To be continued...