PFC Chapter 87 Forget Each Other in the Jianghu 11
Chapter 87 Forget Each Other in the Jianghu 11
Luo Huimin's hand holding the kitchen knife was trembling. The knife was covered in blood, and drops of blood kept dripping down and hitting the ground.
She was breathing heavily, staring blankly at Chen Haitao on the ground, who was twitching occasionally, and muttering to herself.
I killed someone, I killed someone.
"Mom, Mom... don't be afraid... it's okay."
Xiao Xiao got up from the ground and hugged Luo Huimin to comfort her.
Then he slowly took the kitchen knife from her hand and pulled her to sit on a chair.
Chen Haitao was clearly in critical condition; his artery had ruptured, and he was certain to die.
Xiao Xiao's heart was pounding. Although she had experienced several worlds, this was the first time she had ever seen such a bloody scene.
Encouraged by the system aunt, she calmed herself down and looked into Luo Huimin's eyes.
"Mom, listen to me now, and remember what I'm about to say."
I killed the person. I'm not even eighteen yet, so it's okay for me to kill someone.
At most, I'll be convicted of excessive self-defense.
I'll call and turn myself in later. I should be fine in the end, and it won't affect my college entrance exam.
Did you understand?
Seeing her mother staring blankly at her without moving her eyes, Xiao Xiao grabbed her shoulders and shook her hard.
"Huh?! What did you say...?"
Luo Huimin finally recovered from her shock and asked subconsciously.
"I said, I killed that person, do you understand?"
Luo Xiaoxiao patiently repeated what she had just said.
"you----"
Luo Huimin stared at her daughter, whom she had always loathed, with a complicated expression, but she didn't know what to say.
Knowing that time was of the essence, Xiao Xiao immediately began to unbutton Luo Huimin's coat while saying:
"Hurry up and change your clothes, Mom. Put on your coat."
Luo Huimin looked down at her daughter as she unbuttoned her coat, her mind a jumble of thoughts, and a flicker of doubt crossed her mind.
Is this really feasible?
Can't the police find out?
No! I will take responsibility for my actions, and I will not let her take the blame for me.
A surge of irritation welled up inside her again. She shoved Luo Xiaoxiao away and said impatiently:
"It's none of your business. I killed him, and I'll go to jail. You mind your own business."
With that, Luo Huimin turned to leave.
"Mom, I don't want you to go to jail."
Xiao Xiao grabbed Luo Huimin's arm from behind and anxiously tried to persuade her.
"This is my business, none of your business."
"Speak," said Luo Huimin, her face covered in blood, and went out the door.
"What should we do, Auntie?"
Xiao Xiao anxiously called out to the system administrator in her mind.
"We can get your mother released without charge under the pretext of self-defense, but, Xiaoxiao, you might have to suffer a bit."
"Huh? How do I have to endure hardship?"
"Go lie down on the ground, and Auntie will temporarily separate your consciousness from the original owner's body."
......
Luo Huimin, exuding a fierce aura and covered in blood, walked to the small shop at the entrance of the alley.
People on the street had already subconsciously kept their distance, pointing and whispering among themselves.
Luo Huimin kept her head down, not even glancing at these people.
Perhaps this is just my fate!
Either you're destined to be single forever, or you'll spend your life in jail.
She grinned, gave a bitter laugh, and said to the shopkeeper:
"Make a phone call."
He picked up the phone and dialed 110.
The proprietress sitting behind the counter was startled and stared blankly, not daring to say a word.
"Hey! I killed someone. Yes, I turned myself in."
Where is it? In Laoyachen Village.
I don't know how many groups there are, I just know it's the first corner after you come in from the market.
There's a small shop here, I'll wait here.
"Hurry up and come here."
"Speak," Luo Huimin said, hanging up the phone and looking up at the proprietress before asking, "..."
"how much is it?"
"No...no need..."
The proprietress stammered.
Luo Huimin scoffed, took out fifty cents from her pocket, and threw it on the counter.
The proprietress nervously swallowed, cautiously eyeing Luo Huimin, not daring to ask her any questions.
With her face covered in blood and her cotton-padded jacket stained with blood, Luo Huimin stood outside the convenience store waiting for the police to arrive.
The proprietress was truly helpless, inwardly lamenting her predicament but daring not to show it.
This damn murderer is right in front of me, just across the counter.
Soon, a crowd gathered at the entrance of the convenience store to watch the spectacle.
After standing for a while, perhaps feeling tired, Luo Huimin leaned against the counter and sat down on the floor, head down, reflecting on her life.
For the first twenty years, she was undoubtedly happy. In that era of relative scarcity, she never lacked food or clothing.
We lived in a three-bedroom apartment building. My father was the director of a state-owned factory, and my mother worked at a supply and marketing cooperative.
She has plenty of snacks, toys, and pretty clothes.
After graduating from high school, I went to work in a factory and didn't have to go to the countryside to suffer. I can say that I grew up with a lot of sweetness in my mouth.
If it weren't for what happened that year, she would have married her lover.
But everything changed. I was afraid and didn't tell my parents until I could no longer hide it.
Thinking of this, she clenched her fists.
So much time has passed, but the memory still haunts her.
At that moment, the sound of sirens grew louder as they approached.
Luo Huimin looked up and saw a police car with its flashing lights on slowly driving up to the open space in front of the convenience store at the corner at the end of the alley.
Two policemen got out of the car and immediately spotted Law Wai-man sitting on the ground with an indifferent expression.
"You're the one who called the police, aren't you?!"
The police officer cautiously approached Luo Huimin, examining the bloodstains on her face and chest, and asked warily.
"it's me."
Luo Huimin let out a long breath and sat up from the ground.
She was tired, and now it was finally over.
After checking that she had no weapon on her, the police escorted her to the rented room, one on each side.
The door was half open, and you could smell the pungent stench of blood coming from inside as soon as you stepped outside.
The police carefully pushed open the door and immediately saw two people lying on the floor.
The police were greatly alarmed.
Didn't you say it was one person? How come two people are dead?
Luo Huimin, who was two steps behind, was stunned when she saw Luo Xiaoxiao lying motionless on the ground. Then she followed her in anxiously.
A policeman immediately grabbed her and sternly shouted:
"Don't go in, don't disturb the scene."
"No... I... my daughter... she was fine just now..."
Luo Huimin replied somewhat hurriedly.
The police also became tense and, without thinking twice, immediately went forward to check on Luo Xiaoxiao's condition.
Xiao Xiao was already unconscious, with a very low body temperature, and obvious signs of being beaten on her head and body.
The police quickly called an ambulance and requested assistance from their superiors.
Luo Huimin squatted on the ground, grabbed the small hand, which was obviously ice-cold, her eyes instantly turned red, and she screamed out loud.
"Beast...beast..."
She lunged at Chen Haitao, who was lying on the ground, and began to beat him frantically.