This is a true story that happened to me.
When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I had a classmate whose family was very poor, and his father was a man who did not do his job properly and engaged in food, drink, prostitution and gambling. I remember that there was a time when he told me that every night when he came home from school, he would see a man squatting in the corner outside his house. He was probably a man in his 30s. Because it is a rural area, it is normal for neighbors to sit in the corner on the roadside with ghost children , and it was still night, so my classmates didn't care.
Normally it would be time to be curious in the past. Finally one day, a classmate said, why is the same person there every night? He never raises his head, seems to be asleep, seems to be thinking about something, and seems to have never gone home! But he wasn't there during the day. One day, my classmate had diarrhea in the middle of the night. He couldn't sleep even after having diarrhea for a long time, so he suddenly wanted to see if the person who often squatted in the corner of his house had left. My classmate and his father have similar personalities, very naughty. He was lying on the wall of his house that could be climbed up by jumping. Hey! As expected, the man was still there, and he looked very energetic. The classmate was so excited that he took a closer look under the moonlight and found that the man seemed to be counting money! My classmate is so depressed. Why is he squatting in the corner counting money in the middle of the night? The man counted it over and over again, and kept wiping his saliva with his fingers! Counting is exciting. My classmate couldn't satisfy his curiosity just by looking at it, so he took a small earth ball and threw it at the man. The man quickly put the money in… he couldn't see clearly, it must have been put in his pocket. Then the man turned his head and sneered, and my classmate fell down from the wall. He rolled around and ran away to his house. The classmate said that the man's face seemed to be very hot, and it felt like he was covered in sweat. I asked him what he was afraid of, and he said that the man's eyes and sneer made people hairy!
In the days after that day, my classmate went home early and didn't dare to go out when he got home. His father was away every day, and his mother was playing mahjong all day long, so she didn't have much time to listen to his nonsense!
A few days later, my classmate called me and asked me to ask for leave. I haven’t seen him since then. I heard that he became stupid and was sent to a relative’s house or somewhere. . Later, the news came to our school, saying that a body was dug up in the corner of my classmate's house. It was murdered by someone. It was covered in blood. Just like my classmate said, it looked like he was sweating all over. The stomach of the corpse was stabbed and it was still holding a hundred dollar bill in its hand, but it seemed to be torn. I also heard that my classmate’s father was arrested and his mother ran away. The body dug up in the corner was that of a man who was stabbed to death by my classmate's father and then took his money away. The victim also had two very young children at home. He had just returned home from working out of town. He passed by a friend's house and wanted to see it, so he returned home. Later, he became an innocent ghost and squatted in the corner outside his classmate's house.
In this way, a crime destroyed two families, the most innocent of which were the children. Things that are not yours will have to be returned sooner or later. It’s just that the price of return is doubled.