Chapter 162: Trembling With Fright

I don't know when, the crying outside stopped, instead, there was the voice of a man talking. He ignored it, and because he was too sleepy, he gradually fell asleep.

When he woke up the next morning and was about to go home with a load, he heard the people around him talking when he walked out of the door.

"Hey, the death is so tragic, I don't know who did it."

"Don't you know? I heard that people have been killed at night recently, and their stomachs were pulled out and their internal organs were pulled out. It's the same as this death, but the guards in the city have not caught the murderer, but I heard people Say, every time someone dies, someone hears a woman crying."

"Ah? Really? I heard the woman's cry last night, but I was so sleepy that I ignored it."

"I didn't hear it. As soon as I lay down and fell asleep, I didn't know if someone knocked on the door. My mother-in-law kept scolding me, saying that I was like a dead pig when I fell asleep." The other man scratched his head and said naively. on.

"The city guard is already investigating, but the man was too scared to die. I heard that when an old man found the body on the other side of the alley this morning, he fainted from fright."

Listening to the words around him, the middle-aged hawker wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, his heart was beating thumping, and he only felt scared for a while.

"Hey, gourd seller, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" A man next to him asked the middle-aged hawker with a pale and frightened expression, patted him on the shoulder.

"I, I also heard a woman's cry last night. It was like crying in front of my room. I almost went to open the door." He said tremblingly.

"Then you are really lucky, do you know which room the dead man lived in?" the man asked in a low voice, looking at him.

"Which room?" the middle-aged hawker asked in a daze.

"It's the one next to you." The man said in a low voice.

When the middle-aged hawker heard it, his legs softened and he fell to the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing, get up quickly." When the man saw it, he hurriedly pulled him to stand up and helped him sit aside.

"Frightened? You didn't encounter that, don't worry! It's all right." The man patted his shoulder to comfort him.

At this time, an old man brought in a few city guards, came to the middle-aged hawker, and said, "Several lords, it's him, he lives next to the deceased, and the two of them have the closest room. Maybe he'll know something."

Several city guards stepped forward, looked at the middle-aged hawker, and asked, "Did you hear anything last night?"

"I, I heard a woman's cry last night, and later, a man's voice, and later, and later I don't know." He said with a trembling voice, still unable to ease his fear. God comes.

"You didn't want to go and see when you heard the woman's cry in the middle of the night? Later, when you heard the voice of a man, did you hear what they said?" a city guard asked.

"I didn't hear it clearly, I only know that the cry disappeared later, and I fell asleep." He shook his head, his face pale.

"The woman's cry is right outside your door, why didn't you want to take a look? Or are you and the woman in the same group?" A city guard said, staring at him and drinking loudly.

The middle-aged hawker was startled, and quickly stood up and waved his hand: "No, no, I'm a gourd seller, and all the hawkers in the city and the city know me."