Tianjin Jixian Xiaying Destroyed the Door Case

1 One year, I went to Jixian County to handle a case. When I finished my work, I went to a restaurant near the village for dinner. I saw a wood shop across the street busy beating three coffins, two slightly larger and one slightly smaller. I was a little curious, so I asked the restaurant owner what was going on. I made three coffins at the same time. The boss sighed and said, Forget it, this is a family of three. It was killed a few days ago. It was the girl's object, a young man. Because the parents opposed the children looking for this young man, they let her break off the relationship. When the girl obeyed, she wouldn't let him come. The young man pestered her every day, and the parents were unhappy. The young man went to the door and hacked to death all three of them.

The restaurant owner turned the tables, but this is not strange. Blame it on the fortune teller. I was curious to ask what happened. The boss said: A while ago, a fortune teller came to the door of this parent's house, who was also passing through the village from other places, and the villagers didn't know him. The fortune teller set up a stall at his door, and asked him for some good things. The fortune teller also said nice things to make people happy and asked for a few dollars. Everyone chatted around the fortune teller, and the father of this family also joined in the fun, too. Tell his father: I won't give you the money, and I don't want your money. My father is very angry. Why don't you show it to others? He has to do the math, and the life and death of fortune-telling don't count. My father lost face in front of his fellow villagers, so he sent him away. The fortune-teller said to his father before he left: The dog must be tied up these days. He turned his head and left.

Later, the fellow villagers joined in the fun and chased him to ask the fortune-teller what was going on. How can I ask him for money? The villagers also think that the fortune teller's nonsense is not serious, and they dare not tell the father. It is not convenient to tell him such a frustrating thing and offend people. People have nothing to do with it.

After a few days, the young man went to seek revenge. He entered the house in the middle of the night, and all three fell asleep at that time, and one knife was hacked to death. It is reasonable to say that the father is physically strong. It' s strange that people came in at home in the middle of the night, but dogs can usually shout people up. Unfortunately, the dog was inexplicably lost during the day. This happened that night.

Later, I met this young man in the detention center. He was thin and pale, and he didn' t look like a man who dared to make such a massacre.

There was a driver in our branch, Lao Cui, who used to be a transport soldier in Tibet and was demobilized and assigned to our branch. When I had a drink with him, he told me such an elusive story.

Lao Cui's uncle was also running transportation in Tibet, and once drove a long way. At that time, the dirt road was sparsely populated, and there was no one in Fiona Fang for hundreds of miles. At this time, he found an old man lying on the side of the road. At that time, his uncle immediately stopped to look at it. The atmosphere in those days was relatively simple, and those who met with difficulties on the road would certainly give help. When he got off the bus, he was a Lama, and he was older. It seems that he is over 7 years old and looks like a pilgrim. In Tibet, he often sees devout believers who kowtow in a few steps and go to Lhasa for pilgrimage. These people are monks with more faith. My uncle quickly helped the old man, and when he saw that he still had a weak breath, he quickly brought the water with him and fed it to the old Lama. My uncle gave the old Lama some dry food with him, and the old Lama took a few bites and recovered. I want to give him a lift with the car.

The old Lama said, no, it turned out that there was a storm yesterday, and he was a little tired. The Lama insisted on not taking his uncle's car. My uncle thought that maybe he had to walk the rest of the way to show his piety, so he didn't force himself. He had to give some water and dry food to the old lama, who nodded and didn't speak, and his uncle was about to turn around and get on the bus. The old Lama stopped him and told his uncle. Ten years later, I'll give you a second chance to regenerate. Then I left alone.

My uncle didn't understand what the old Lama said, and didn't think much about it, so he drove away. After a few years, my uncle felt uncomfortable for a while. When I went to the local hospital to check that it was terminal cancer, the operation didn't work, so I let him go home to raise it. My uncle's physical condition declined rapidly, and later it was a little worse. My family secretly prepared for the funeral. Suddenly, I dreamed of rescuing the old Lama 1 years ago, and I clearly heard what the old Lama said in my ear: Ten years later, I will give you a second chance to regenerate. When my uncle woke up in the morning, he felt that this was strange, and he seemed to understand something in his heart. He quickly called his family and told them that if he died, he must be buried three days later, because according to local customs, people will be buried the next day after death, which cannot exceed. My uncle was dying, and the local hospital came to check to make sure that there was no heartbeat or breathing. After the doctor left, the family put the body in the courtyard hall according to his instructions, but it was not buried. The next night, the family suddenly found that the sheets of the body were undulating, and when they saw that my uncle was breathing, they quickly put it on the kang of the house. After another day, my uncle opened his eyes and could speak. The family was very surprised and complained about the hospital.