PFC Chapter 266
Chapter 266
Jiang Jie's eyes widened. He never expected that something he thought was hidden very secretly would be thrown on the ground so openly.
That stack of papers contained all the sins he had committed over the years, and sometimes he felt a little scared when he opened it and read it.
Now that such an important thing has been dug out, one can imagine what will happen to him.
The red-hot iron rod in Jiang Ying's hand was slowly poking towards Jiang Jie's sweaty face.
Finally, when the scorching heat was about to fall on him, Jiang Jie said in a trembling voice, "I'll take it, I'll take it!"
In the dark and cramped prison, one or two prisoners' groans could be heard occasionally. In the cell closest to the inside, Jiang Jie sat on the ground with lifeless eyes, his hands and feet were handcuffed with chains.
"...I don't know why it turned out like this. At first I just wanted to bury the child but someone saw us. I had no choice but to take those children away."
Through his narration, the injustice that had been buried for many years was uncovered.
Jiang Jie has two sons and one daughter. The youngest son is only thirteen years old this year. Because he is ten years younger than his older brothers and sisters, he has always been the most favored child in the family and has been brought up to be fearless.
At the age of eight, he was already a bully in the village and often beat and kicked other children in the village.
Jiang Jie still remembers that when the accident happened that day, he was in the yard repairing the slingshot that his youngest son had broken.
At this time, two families in the village suddenly came to him in a hurry, saying that their two children were missing and hoped that he would take them to the government office to report the matter and ask for help in finding them.
He said nonchalantly, "Where could a child run to? Look carefully for him. He might have gone somewhere and had so much fun that he doesn't want to go home."
There was no other choice but for the two families to ask their best friends to look for it, but they still couldn’t find it until it was almost dark.
His youngest son hadn't come back yet either, so he suddenly became nervous and asked his wife, "Is Xiaobao not back yet?"
His wife responded loudly while cooking, "She said she wanted to go play with the two kids from Jiang Gousheng's family and Jiang Tieshuan's family this morning. Look for them in the back hills. Maybe they're there."
He dropped the repaired slingshot in his hand and hurried to the back mountain.
When he got there, the families of Jiang Gousheng and Jiang Tieshuan had not yet found the back mountain. He had only walked up the mountain for less than a quarter of an hour when he saw his beloved little son coming down with dirty hands and face.
He felt relieved at that moment, but he couldn't bear to scold his youngest son, so he could only lead him downstairs.
On the way, the youngest son told him with a smile that he had buried something in the mountain.
He casually asked, "What are you burying?"
Jiang Xiaobao approached him with a mysterious look on his face, "I beat Jiang Erya to death, dug a pit and threw her in."
It is difficult to describe his mood at that time. He saw his own expression in his little son's eyes, which was one of fear and panic.
He asked tremblingly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean you beat Jiang Erya to death and buried her in a grave?"
Jiang Xiaobao wrinkled his nose, obviously unhappy that his father doubted him. "Dad, if you don't believe me, let's go up now. I haven't filled the hole yet. Jiang Erya's head is still outside. But my hands are too sore. I want to come back tomorrow."
Jiang Jie stood there blankly, allowing Jiang Xiaobao to pull his hand and try to go back.
In order to verify whether his youngest son was lying, Jiang Jie gritted his teeth and asked his youngest son to take him to the pit he mentioned.
When he really stood in the pit, he felt like all the blood in his body had frozen.
A little girl of about four or five years old was lying in the pit, her face covered in blood and there was a big hole on her head. The soil only buried her chest, with her head still exposed.
Jiang Xiaobao looked very proud and said with a smile, "Dad, do you think I'm awesome? I said this morning that I wanted to touch Jiang Erya, but she refused. I hit her with a stone and she still didn't agree. I thought if she couldn't move, I could touch her however I wanted."
He was only eight years old, but the fierceness on his face was totally unlike that of a child of this age, and it was shocking to see.
Later, Jiang Jie helped his youngest son fill the hole. His hands were shaking a little, and he told himself in his heart that the one who died was just a girl, and as long as no one saw it, no one would know about it.
He lowered his body and warned his youngest son seriously not to tell anyone else about what happened today, not even his mother.
Jiang Xiaobao looked a little confused and tilted his head, "But Jiang Erya's brother and her cousins all saw it."
He suddenly remembered what his wife said. His youngest son told her that he wanted to go play with Jiang Gousheng and Jiang Tieshuan, a total of four children.
"Then where are they?" Jiang Jie was so angry that he almost fainted because of his youngest son. "How dare you let them go if you dare to do such a thing? What if they go find someone to come?"
Jiang Xiaobao didn't care. He curled his lips and said, "Just find someone if you want. I'm not afraid of them. My father is the village chief. Do they dare to mess with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were footsteps behind the tree, accompanied by the voices of several children, "Right here, I saw Jiang Xiaobao hitting Erya with a stone."
Then came the voices of several adults, two of whom were Jiang Gousheng and Jiang Tieshuan, who had visited his house today.
He was a little panicked and held his youngest son's hand tightly. "When people come, don't make a sound. Dad will tell them that you can say that Erya has gone down and you didn't see her, okay?"
Jiang Xiaobao's hand was a little painful when it was grabbed, and he wanted to pull it back, but it was the first time he saw his father with such a serious expression, so he could only nod.
Soon Jiang Erya's brothers and sisters came up with a few adults.
As soon as they saw Jiang Jie and Jiang Xiaobao, the adults' faces were filled with anger. On the way here, they had heard from their own children what Jiang Xiaobao wanted to do to Jiang Erya, who was only four years old.
At this time, he saw the father and son and they didn't look happy either.
Jiang Gousheng stepped forward and asked, "Jiang Xiaobao, where did you take Erya?"
He spoke in an aggressive tone and tried to grab Jiang Xiaobao's arm, but was blocked by Jiang Jie.
Jiang Jie's emotions had calmed down before people came over. It was just a little girl who died. He would not let their own precious son do anything. He just let the girl rot in the field. He didn't want this matter to be known and cause Xiaobao to be scolded.
He cleared his throat and said, "Gousheng, when I came up just now, Erya had already left. Xiaobao was playing here alone. Do you want to go back and check on him?"
"We didn't see it when we came up! Could it be that your Xiaobao did something wrong to my daughter and now doesn't want to admit it?" Jiang Gousheng's eyes were full of anger. He looked around and didn't notice that the soil on the ground had been turned over and refilled.
Not seeing his daughter around, he turned to his son and asked, "Did you see your sister being taken away by Jiang Xiaobao?"
Jiang Erya's brother nodded heavily, "I saw it. He even hit his sister with a stone."