Before the Spring Festival, on the early morning of the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month, time in Qingfu Village seemed to stand still.
The voice came from Bai Yu's daughter. "Mom... Where have you been? My brother is hungry!".
Niu Laosan was the first to arrive.
The door that used to be closed was wide open, and the house was in a mess.
Dots of blood on the ground dragged outside the house.
"Don't be afraid, Zai Zai..." Niu Laosan comforted the frightened siblings Li Yue and Li Qiang.
Niu Laosan remembered that late last night, the sound of mahjong playing stopped after 12 o'clock. In the past, the noisy sound of mahjong from the east end of the village would often last until four o'clock.
In the past, Bai Yu and the others would play cards, Niu Lao San would watch TV at her house, and Bai Yu would accompany several others to play mahjong.
The "clatter" sound of the mahjong tiles colliding is the only sound in Bai Yu's barren life.
At first, it was just a neighborhood afternoon pastime;
Later, the card table became her escape from mediocrity. Jiang Gui's connections, Wang Wei's investment, Long Qiang's loyalty, and Niu Er's generosity were all like lights shining into the stagnant water.
Bai Yu didn't know that from the moment she sat down at the card table with her husband's salary, a carefully woven hunt had begun.
When the disguise of tenderness is torn apart, what is revealed is naked greed, cold debt and shameless coercion.
Until that early morning, the noise at the east end of the village suddenly stopped, and the white jade disappeared from the world like water vapor.
When the police came, there were footprints all over the house. Finally, following the blood stains, they found the color TV set in a pit where red sweet potato cellars were stored halfway up the hillside behind the village.
Where did she go?
Has it become a silent sacrifice in a mahjong scam, or has it turned into an unresolved case in the mountains and fields?
