Chapter 459: Chapter 452: When the Watermelon Was Cut
Liu Chunshan in the crowd had a flickering gaze, glancing over in their direction several times, but Sisi was chatting with Mountain Almond Lady and didn’t notice his eyes, and He Shishi was even less likely to notice.
Mountain Almond Lady, after hearing what Sisi said, hurriedly waved her hands and said, "No, it’s not mental illness, just that his mind isn’t quite right, can’t work too hard."
It’s not mental illness, that’s good, Sisi sighed in relief. She was really afraid of dealing with mentally ill people. Aren’t they like the biggest trump card? Whatever bad thing they do, they won’t break the law. Haven’t you seen so many people with backgrounds getting their murder cases closed as mental illness in later generations?
"What a pity indeed, finally got into university, but ended up like this," Sisi said sympathetically.
"Isn’t it? Liu Chunshan’s parents really have no luck, originally they were planning to enjoy their younger son’s success, but now they have to take care of him in their old age, tsk tsk, such bad luck!" Mountain Almond Lady sighed.
Sisi didn’t know how to respond and opted for silence instead. Mountain Almond Lady seemed to be encouraged by Sisi’s attention and, after looking around for a while, she mysteriously whispered into Sisi’s ear, "Mr. He, do you know how Liu Chunshan’s wife died?"
Sisi was startled. How would she know how someone’s wife died? She didn’t witness it herself!
Still, she cooperated and asked, "Did she die from illness?"
"No!"
Mountain Almond Lady decisively shook her head, her face still gleaming with excitement. Without waiting for Sisi to ask further, she just said, "She was killed by Liu Chunshan."
Killed?
A murderer?
Sisi felt the chill rise again behind her, and it seemed to be getting stronger.
Noticing the change in Sisi’s expression, Mountain Almond Lady comforted her, "Mr. He, don’t be scared, Liu Chunshan didn’t mean to kill his wife, it was during a dream, he’s not a bad person."
What does that mean???
Sisi felt more and more confused. What did she mean by killing during a dream? What did she mean by not being a bad person?
Was it her own narrow-mindedness, or were the villagers of Liu Village too broad-minded?
Mountain Almond Lady soon explained, "One day, early in the morning, Liu Chunshan woke up to find himself covered in blood, and the blanket was soaked with blood too. Then he saw his wife lying next to him, with a hole in her neck and a large pair of scissors nearby."
Even though the sun was shining brightly today, making everything warm, Sisi only felt a chill, and the voice of Mountain Almond Lady kept echoing in her ears.
"Later, the Police Station came, after a long investigation they said Liu Chunshan killed his wife while dreamwalking. He cut his wife thinking she was a watermelon, he said himself he dreamed of cutting watermelons in the melon field at night, who would have thought he’d cut his own wife, tsk tsk, such a sin!"
"After his wife died, Liu Chunshan’s mind wasn’t right, he was always mumbling, not working properly, so the leaders at his factory just let him come back to recover."
"Aren’t you guys scared of him?" Sisi took a deep breath, trying to dispel the chill in her heart, and couldn’t help but ask.
Mountain Almond Lady was unconcerned, "What’s there to be scared of? Liu Chunshan grew up in this village from a young age, how could we not know what kind of person he is? He might be a bit quiet, but he’s not a bad person!"
Can he kill despite not being a bad person?
Sisi felt she could no longer communicate with Mountain Almond Lady. How could such a dangerous person live in the village and no one felt afraid?
Isn’t she being a bit too careless?
She didn’t really believe in this sleepwalking murderer thing. Even if sleepwalking murders were real, Liu Chunshan would still be a dangerous character. Who knows when he might dream about cutting watermelons again?
And she always felt that there was a strange false sense of peace about this Liu Chunshan.
No, she had to call He Chunfeng and the rest back. They couldn’t be left in this dangerous place. Anyway, the filming was almost done. Sisi patiently waited for half an hour and, as soon as He Chunfeng called out ’CUT,’ she ran over and whispered in his ear.
He Chunfeng hadn’t expected this village to have such a character – to chop up his own wife as if she were a watermelon. Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine, and he immediately felt the urge to retreat.
He subconsciously glanced over to where Liu Chunshan was standing but saw that the spot was empty. Liu Chunshan was not there.
Perhaps he went to relieve himself?
He Chunfeng didn’t pay it much mind and planned to hurry up and finish shooting the remaining scenes so they could return to the county town that same day.
Knowing He Chunfeng’s decision, Sisi also put down the stone in her heart, stood back in her original spot, and continued to watch He Chunfeng film. But subconsciously, she glanced over to where Liu Chunshan was and saw that he still stood as usual, hands tucked in his sleeves, not blinking an eye.
Seeing that Liu Chunshan hadn’t moved, Sisi breathed a sigh of relief and couldn’t help but feel amused at herself. What was she getting so worked up for? If He Shishi knew about this, she would definitely ridicule her.
Thinking of He Shishi, Sisi remembered that He Shishi hadn’t come to bother her for almost two hours. This was truly surprising.
Sisi looked up towards He Shishi’s direction but found her chair empty, and He Shishi was nowhere to be seen.
Her heart tightened, and Sisi hurried over to He Shishi’s empty chair and asked the nearest auntie, "Auntie, where did this lady go?"
Seeing that it was Sisi, the auntie replied somewhat awkwardly, "I don’t know, I wasn’t paying that much attention."
It seemed the auntie felt quite guilty for not being able to answer Sisi’s question, though Sisi was disappointed, she knew it was normal for this auntie not to know.
He Shishi didn’t like to be surrounded by too many people. She said that these people smelled of body odor, which gave her a headache. The villagers, being mostly simple and honest, would stay away if they saw distinguished visitors unhappy. They kept their distance from He Shishi, who had the closest auntie standing four or five meters away from her.
"She went to the makeshift toilet. I was the one who showed her the way!" a timid little girl around ten years old interjected.
To the makeshift toilet, huh!
Sisi’s heart relaxed a little, but she still asked, "Little sister, do you know how long she’s been gone?"
The little girl tilted her head, uncertain, "It’s been about the time it takes to eat a meal, no, even longer than a mealtime. Huh, why would going to the toilet take so long?"
The time it takes to eat a meal?
That would be at least fifteen minutes, right?
Sisi’s relaxed heart tensed up again, and she asked the little girl to take her to the makeshift toilet. Sensing something was not quite right, the little girl quickly trotted ahead to lead the way.
The so-called makeshift toilet in the village was just a large pit dug in a secluded spot, with two planks placed over it, a rough straw shed built above, and a piece of cloth curtain hung for privacy – and that was it. The little girl pulled back the cloth curtain to look inside, but it was empty, not a soul in sight.
Sisi took one glance and felt the food she had eaten in the morning churning in her stomach. Not to mention the delicate He Shishi, even she couldn’t bear to step into such a place.