mesbooks Chapter 293 He Died Well
Chapter 293 He Died Well
The newcomer was silhouetted against the alternating red and blue light; he was small and slender, and his steps were unhurried.
She was carrying a bulging plastic bag, with an ice cream cone peeking out from one corner, still dripping with melted cream.
"Little boy, you can't come in!" the policeman stopped the man and said.
Upon hearing this, Ma Junjie looked up.
Upon seeing the person's face, his pupils suddenly contracted—it was Tang Die!
"Tang Die?!" Ma Junjie shouted.
His shout caused quite a stir.
Liu Dongmei, who was lying on the ground, suddenly raised her head as if she had been pricked by a needle.
Upon recognizing the person, she didn't even bother wiping the mud and tears from her face. She scrambled to her feet and pounced on them like a madwoman.
"Waaah, Tang Die, Tang Die, you're not dead!"
“Wuwu!”
Liu Dongmei hugged Tang Die tightly, with such force that it felt like she wanted to meld Tang Die into her bones.
"Tang Die, good, good, you're not dead! You're still alive!"
Liu Dongmei cried out incoherently, her voice almost overflowing with lingering fear.
"You scared Auntie to death! You scared Auntie to death! Auntie misses you so much, so much..."
Seeing this, Ma Dazhu also rushed forward, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Tang Die, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
He couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time, and in the end he just kept repeating himself.
"It's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive..."
The crowd erupted in excitement. Those who had been craning their necks to watch the spectacle just moments before now wore expressions of astonishment, and whispers filled the air.
"Auntie, it hurts, let me go." Tang Die was truly baffled.
This was the first time in her life she had ever heard Liu Dongmei say such mushy things.
Liu Dongmei reluctantly let go of Tang Die, then grabbed her shoulders with both hands, looking her up and down, afraid of missing even a single scar.
Only after confirming that Tang Die was indeed safe and sound did Liu Dongmei breathe a sigh of relief.
Her face was all smiles, but her voice was still trembling with tears as she anxiously pressed for answers.
"Tang Die, where did you go just now?"
"Didn't you go downstairs to get the car with your brother Tang Feng? Why are you here alone?"
Tang Die raised her hand, holding the ice cream in front of Liu Dongmei, then shook the snack bag in her other hand. Her voice was flat, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
"I'm going to buy some food."
After speaking, Tang Die paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd surrounding the stretcher before settling on the glaring pool of blood on the ground, before slowly adding,
"What... happened here?"
"What are you all doing here?"
These words were like a needle, piercing Ma Dazhu's heart.
The excitement on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sadness.
His throat felt like it was blocked by something; it took him a long time to manage to squeeze out a few words, his voice terribly hoarse.
"Tang Die... your brother... Tang Feng... he's dead."
The three words "died" sounded light, yet carried a weight of immense force.
Upon hearing this, Tang Die's expression changed drastically, becoming somewhat complicated.
She quickly stood on tiptoe, craned her neck, and looked toward the stretcher.
Because they were quite far apart, she could only see a corner of the white cloth covering Tang Feng, and the faint outline of the bulge beneath the cloth.
She stared for a while before turning her gaze away, looking at Ma Dazhu in a flat tone, as if asking if the weather was nice that day.
"Uncle, is Tang Feng really dead?"
Ma Dazhu looked grief-stricken and overwhelmed with emotion. He covered his eyes with his hands and was speechless for a moment.
Ma Junjie stood aside, looking at the thin and small Tang Die, feeling as if something had stabbed him in the heart.
Tang Feng was Tang Die's older brother. Now Tang Feng is dead, and his body is still lying by the roadside.
Ma Junjie simply couldn't bear to let a child face such a cruel reality.
He quickly stepped forward, trying to stop Ma Dazhu and try to persuade him.
"Brother, stop talking now, let's talk later..."
But before Ma Junjie could finish speaking, Liu Dongmei, as if deliberately going against him, preemptively answered Tang Die.
"Tang Die, it's true, your brother is really dead!"
"The doctor said it himself, there's no hope!"
"His body is right there. Why don't you go and take another look at him?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Junjie sighed and was too heartbroken to speak.
He thought to himself, "Liu Dongmei is really something. Why does she have to say these things in front of a child?"
Isn't this just rubbing salt into a wound, making it even more painful?
He looked at Tang Die, wondering how to comfort her.
Tang Die was taken aback for a moment after hearing Liu Dongmei's words.
Then, a slow smile curved his lips.
The arc grew larger and larger, and finally, with a "pfft," she actually burst out laughing.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in the noisy scene.
Everyone was stunned, including Liu Dongmei standing opposite her, whose expression froze instantly.
"Tang Die, you...?" Liu Dongmei was puzzled.
Tang Die took a step back, her smile still lingering, but her eyes revealed a coldness and disdain that was incongruous with her age.
She raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the stretcher, her voice carrying clearly throughout the surrounding area.
"He's dead? That's great."
"Good riddance! He deserved to die!"
Tang Die paused, as if remembering something, and added,
"He robbed me of my money when I went downstairs. Now that he's dead, no one will ever rob me again."
The wind blew in, carrying the smell of blood and the cloying sweetness of ice cream.
Ma Junjie stood there, feeling a chill suddenly rise from the soles of his feet, crawling up his spine to the back of his head.
Looking at the thin, small girl in front of him, at the indifferent smile on her face, he felt as if he had suddenly swallowed a block of ice, chilling him to the bone.
"Ring ring!" A sudden, urgent phone call rang, and Ma Junjie shivered.
Slowly reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone...