C13 Homicide

I saw a naked man with my big wolfhound on his back." At first glance, this person had a full chest and buttocks. His face was quite handsome, he had a big braid on his head, his skin was white, and his figure was straight. He was a big girl. Just below the crotch was a dark, furry mass, very dense, and very glaring.

Taking a closer look, there was a short meat pin among the dense black fur. Underneath the nail was an egg bag the size of a kumquat. It was barely noticeable under the thick fur. Even though I had not seen the woman's lower part until then, I was not a fool. I knew that the woman's lower part should be a hole.

At this moment, I was a little stunned. It was hard to tell if this person was male or female. I do know that my big wolfdog is a Female Dog. At this moment, it was standing on its hind legs with its front paws on the man's shoulders. It opened its mouth wide and stuck out its long tongue as it panted heavily. The man folded an arm behind him and wrapped it around the dog's waist. His other hand was placed on his chest, vigorously rubbing his plump breasts. Room.

The man and the dog did not stop where they were, but walked on, one step at a time. The wolfhound's hemp-like hind legs caught up to the man's white flesh leg just in time. It didn't even manage to trip him up and cooperated quite well. It was circling the bed where his father's body lay. Even though I had opened my eyes to them. But they ignored me.

I wonder where this person came from, and why he hooked up with my wolf dog. What was this man and dog doing, walking around my father's body? I didn't dare to disturb them. I closed my eyes a little, leaving only a crack for observation.

After a while, the man and the dog swapped places. After becoming a dog. The man had his arms wrapped around the dog's body, allowing the dog to step on his own feet. He lifted his leg and carried the wolfhound away. The wolfhound knew how to cooperate, and when a man lifted his leg, it too bent its leg. Twisting his head, he moved his long mouth over and licked the man's face with his tongue.

Looking at the man's crotch pin, it had become long and thin, and it was red and full. Blood was dripping. It looked like a red-hot iron. Scratching the dog. It was time for the dog to change its fur. A lot of brown-black dog fur was rubbed off.

I walked around my father's body for another half hour.

The worst of my fears had finally happened. They stopped circling. The wolfhound was lying down on the bed, pressing down on my father's body. It stuck its butt out. That person supported the blood-red spike on his crotch as he walked towards the dog's butt.

A man and a dog made a filthy picture.

As a spectator, my heart was filled with shame and disgust, and I wanted nothing more than to poke my own eyes.

An unknown amount of time passed. The sky was about to brighten. Only then did the man retreat. He went to the left side of the living room. A wolfdog was left lying limp on the bed. Its eyes were blurred, its mouth was open, and a milky-yellow, obscene material was coming out from its butt. I couldn't help but yell, "Bastard! Get the hell out of here!"

Startled, the wolfdog pricked its ears, kicked its four limbs, and jumped off the bed. As it passed me, it tilted its head and looked at me with a wary hostility.

"Scram!" I roared again. "Woof!" It actually bit me. It sounded so loud that it shook my ears. Then, it twisted its body and took a step forward. It bared its fangs at me and revealed a ferocious expression. I couldn't help but feel scared. I forced out a fawning smile and gently shouted, "Dog!"

The wolfhound withdrew its ferocious look, turned around slowly, and slipped through the curtain into the living room.

After waiting anxiously for a while, the curtain of the door opened and my mother came in. I shouted in exasperation, "Where's our dog! "Hurry up and kill it!" His mother was stunned, then asked, "A good dog, why did you kill it?" I said, "That beast tried to bite me!" Mother said: "Don't you know what to do. If we don't have a dog, you won't be able to beat the thief! Someone lifted him up and threw him into the air! "

I anxiously said, "Mother, someone has entered your bedroom!"

"Who is it?" His mother was taken aback.

"I don't know him either! If you don't have any clothes on, you won't be able to tell if you're a man or a woman! "

"Are you for real?" Why didn't our dog bite him! "

"You're still biting him!?" Our dog has been taken by him! Let him … Fuck! "

My mother rushed into the room on the left side of the hall and looked in. When he came out, he looked flustered and said, "Someone is coming to our house. He came in by the window of my bedroom. There was a steel security window on the window. But the steel bar has been bent! "

I told my mother what I had seen last night. At first, she didn't believe me and said that I was just spouting nonsense. But when she saw a patch of dog hair on my father's shroud, she stormed out. I heard her barking at the dog outside, and I didn't know what she was carrying, but she hit the dog twice. The wolfhound cried out in pain and came out of its den with a whoosh and ran away.

A few close relatives and serving villagers came over one after another. It was half past ten in the morning. My father's body was moved to a coffin in the courtyard. Immediately, cries filled the air. However, after they had cried, their faces immediately broke out into smiles. They teased each other and told jokes. Even the big sister and Little Sister were cackling at these few young men. Only I sat in the rattan chair and watched coldly, my face drooping to the point where it could no longer be drooped.

A shed had been set up in the street in front of my house. The band was singing with all their might. Even the peddlers of snacks and knickknacks came to join in the fun. More than a dozen people carried the coffin with the corpse out of the yard and placed it inside the shed. In front of the coffin was his father's memorial tablet. Let the guests who received the obituary offer their condolences.

My father died in a hurry. When I was alive, I didn't like to take pictures. They stopped bidding when the situation became ugly. He used a black-and-white photo from his youth as a portrait. When he looked at it, he thought that a young man had died. A passerby asked in confusion, "Whose half-grown child is dead?"

Mother and the elders in the clan had a discussion and decided not to delay it until tomorrow. They would bury my father's body this afternoon. Since no guests would come to pay their respects tomorrow, the coffin was still unsightly. And today is an auspicious day to be buried.

It was only afterwards that I learned that this was all an excuse. It was mainly because Grandmother Gao Zu, Hu Shizhen, had spoken. That my father's body had to be buried today, or something bad would happen.

However, he was unable to bury his father's body successfully in the afternoon. Something happened in the process. It was just past noon, and it was not yet one o'clock in the afternoon. He was preparing to nail the coffin. The police came to the door. They said that their fingerprints have found the results, and the killer of Jin Da Zhu is your family's Jin Shi.

Take me away.

Mother refused to believe it and said, "How is this possible! Shier couldn't even get out of bed, how could he run to the kitchen to kill someone? Besides, even if he could get out of bed. He is just an honest and kind child, why would he kill his own father! "

However, the police could not help but explain to her that the evidence was irrefutable. Whether it hurt or not, I took out my handcuffs and cuffed my wrists and ankles, then pulled me out of the rattan chair and carried me to the police car. I struggled and wailed with all my might. In the end, they were pulled away by a police car.

And before the dead were buried, their eldest son had to fall into the Yin Yang basin. If the Yin Yang basin could not be broken, it could not be buried. This was because the Yin Yang Pellet was a fellow that the deceased ate in the underworld. Only by smashing it would the deceased be able to carry it with them. If you don't have a son, let your nephew do it for you.

As the eldest son of the family, I was captured by the police before I even had a chance to wrestle for my father. It was suggested that my cousin should help my father. But my mother wouldn't have it. She said: "My Shier will definitely not kill Da Laozhu. He was wronged. Before he is cleared, my Da Laozhu will not bury him! When my family's Shier comes out, personally throwing a Yin Yang basin for his father, then we will bury him! "

Someone said, "Sister-in-law, you're being stubborn and unreasonable! What if Jin Shi was really convicted of murder, and couldn't get out of there in his lifetime, or was killed on the way? Then what about your Da Laozhu's body? It can't be that we have to put it on hold and not bury it! "