By the time we reached Hejiayao, the s*******r was over. At the village entrance, we learned from the villagers that He Erni had been taken to the village committee office and was being guarded by several men. Both of He Erni's children were dead.
Her son had died at home, his head separated from his body.
Her daughter had also died, on the street. Her head was nearly severed, hanging by only a shred of skin and flesh. Her body still lay in the middle of the road.
Listening to the villagers' account made my scalp crawl. I truly didn't have the courage to enter the village and see what had happened.
But Wang Junhui said nothing and strode inside. Lin Sen followed closely. After a moment's hesitation, I stepped forward as well.
Wang Junhui's expression was grave. Clearly, he was filled
