Bourgea did not go to the Judicial Committee, of course not.
After he arrived at Lao Qiao's villa, he took a shower first, then lay on the bed and had a good sleep. When he woke up again, he walked alone to the basement where Lao Qiao always liked to be alone.
At this moment, the basement has long been cleared out, the blood-stained chair has been thrown away, all the explosives in the room have been removed, and even the monitors that were supposed to be connected to the monitoring equipment have been turned off, leaving only an empty room.
And, the cabinet with the open door under the monitor.
Obviously, the things here have been cleaned up. Of course Boureat knew who did it, but he didn't care.
Everyone is dead, so what's the use of caring about this?
He just wants to be lazy here for a while.
So, he carried a chair and put his feet on the table when he sat down - bang.
With a heavy knock, the cabinet door that was already ajar opened below.
Burea retracted his feet curiously and bent down. He took out a document bag from the cabinet. He opened the document bag. When he took out the contents of the document bag, a document with the Wa flag appeared. In front of you.
That's a battle report.
Bure'a could see that this was the battle report when Lao Qiao led his people to fight with the people on the border between Wa State and Eastern Shan State.
The paper in the battle report recorded the strength comparison, weapon comparison, losses of both sides, etc....
But Brea was more concerned about those pieces of paper.
Each piece of paper seemed to have been rubbed countless times before being slowly unfolded, and some corners were torn.
This shows how much Lao Qiao hates this thing!
But what Burea didn't understand was that since Lao Qiao hated this thing so much that he regarded this war as a lifelong shame, why did he still keep him?
Of course, if he could figure something out with these details, he would not be Brea.
But he figured out another thing, that is, this thing seemed to do no harm to Meneng as a whole, so the people who came to clean up the house did not take it away, but left it in the house casually.
Brea placed the file bag on the table and opened all the cabinet doors in the room, but he didn't see anything that could attract his attention.
Old Qiao... seems to be living quite lonely...
Otherwise, would you be able to put up so many posters of beautiful women in your bedroom?
Brea smiled.
As if he had finally found a point of complaint in Lao Qiao, he felt that the relationship between the two finally no longer had such a strong feeling of indifference, and seemed to have become much closer.
He was thinking with a smile, wondering if the old man would blame himself for not avenging him.
He carried the document bag up and planned to tidy up the bedroom left by Old Qiao.
Bourgea has already decided that he will live here from now on. Even if he is the only one in this room, it can still be regarded as a home.
He walked up to the second floor and walked towards the bedroom in a room so quiet that there was no sound. After entering the room, he carefully peeled off the adhesive tape on the four corners of the beauty poster on the wall.
Bourgea didn't look carefully. If he looked carefully, he could easily see the difference between the adhesive position and other wall coverings. It was obvious that it had been torn open frequently.
The next second, Boureat tore off the adhesive from both corners of the poster. After standing on tiptoes to peel off the top adhesive, the entire poster came into his hands. He was about to turn around and fold the poster up. Even the body turned halfway, but it was frozen there!
There's something behind the poster... !
It's photos. Every place that can be blocked by posters is filled with photos.
Brea looked at the photo above the bag thoroughly.
He knew the child in the photo, who he had played with since childhood - Yang Rong!
It’s Yang Rong! !
Why?
Why did Lao Qiao put Yang Rong's photo here?
Brea couldn't figure it out!
In the photo, he saw Yang Rong's hair blowing in the wind and the sweat on his face when he was playing football in the village as a child;
In the photo, he saw Yang Rong holding a gun for the first time as a child. The gun was almost bigger than his head;
In the photo, he saw Yang Rong wearing a military uniform for the first time. He was about seven or eight years old. He had to wear a top into a skirt. It seemed that it was from that time that Lao Qiao specially gave it to this group of people. The child made a batch of military uniforms that children can wear.
Why Yangrong?
Bure'a felt that he should be the most favored among the children, and couldn't understand why Lao Qiao put Yang Rong's photo in the house.
Could it be that this is something you should watch every night before going to sleep?
Brea even lay down on the bed, but when he lay down, he realized that it was very awkward, because after lying on the bed, he had to tilt his head to see the corner clearly.
Bujea then stood up quickly. This time he no longer had any scruples about the posters on the wall. He pulled off the adhesive tape forcefully because he suspected that there might be photos under the posters.
Click!
Another poster was torn down.
Still Yang Rong.
His youthful smile probably reached the age of fourteen or fifteen. At this stage, he could already stand next to Lao Qiao, and there was even a photo of the two of them on the wall.
There is also the appearance of Yang Rong wrestling with green soldiers for the first time in the army, making him covered in dirt; the first fight with someone, and being beaten by an older child until his eyes were red and swollen...
He remembered, Burea remembered, that the child who hit Yang Rong was sent to the battlefield by Lao Qiao not long after, and the people who came back said that he stepped on a landmine and everyone was blown to pieces!
No matter how stupid Bujea was, he seemed to understand a little bit at this moment.
He tore off the third poster again.
In the fourth picture, he tore down half of the wall, only to realize that it was all Yang Rong.
Yang Rong went to the battlefield for the first time;
Yang Rong killed someone for the first time;
Yang Rong returned to the village for the first time to tell Lao Qiao the good news...
Even after Yang Rong's leg was broken by Lao Qiao for the first time, he looked like he was on crutches.
At that second, Burea slowly squatted down, and a feeling of powerlessness came to his heart.
He had heard what Lao Qiao said before he died. At that time, Lao Qiao said, "Burea can't achieve great things, you can keep Yang Rong."
"ah!!!!"
Bujea squatted on the ground and roared at the wall.
At this moment, he realized that it was not Lao Qiao who was lonely, but his mother himself.
He stood up angrily, reached out and flicked all the photos on the wall until the photos that were neatly posted on the wall fell to the ground, and then he slapped the wall hard with his palms.
When his palm swung hard along the wall, even tearing the poster next to it, and falling with the photo behind the poster, he turned his head and looked over.
There is no Yang Rong in that photo.
In that photo, the only person still alive is myself!
Bujea stopped thinking about it and pulled down the entire poster. He saw himself all over the wall.
Sitting under the thatched roof with a chicken leg in hand, still having a runny nose;
After I bought a toy like a water gun for the first time in the village, I turned my head to avoid the water hitting my face and fought back with the small water gun on my hand;
For the first time, I have a military uniform and am trying on military boots;
How come you still look like the first time you and Yang Rong drank secretly and ended up drunk all night after returning to the village?
It’s all about me!
It’s all...(End of this chapter)
