Fan Zhong is also struggling to move here. They are now running away as if in a nightmare. They are unable to use their strength and cannot stand up, let alone run away.
Gang Bian, however, acted as if it had nothing to do with him. He smoked and said casually, "Take a good look at his appearance and guess how he died."
They suppressed the fear in their hearts and turned around again. Almost at the same time, they both thought that the person in front of them was also killed by their Midnight killer! It is standard practice to cut the body into pieces, seal it with lime, hide it in a wall, and destroy all evidence afterwards!
Even within Midnight, exchanging information is prohibited by high-level officials. Every action is unknown to anyone who is not involved. Therefore, Fan Zhong and Guo Chi do not know that there was a similar action here three years ago. , but at this moment, they understood that the ghost's revenge had finally come to Midnight...
"This... this has nothing to do with us! We did not kill this person!" Guo Chi roared loudly, and Tan Hai's ghost was getting closer and closer.
Gang Yan looked forward, and suddenly his casual expression turned cold and frosty: "Then whose deaths should you be responsible for?"
Guo Chi didn't think about this issue. He didn't even listen to it at all, because to him, Gang Jun's words meant that he would not save anyone. He became furious and decided to make a last-ditch effort.
He picked up the saber that fell nearby and rushed towards Tan Hai's ghost, but the moment Tan Hai's hand touched him, he found that he could not move. He could no longer chop anything. Waiting for him There is only death. At this moment, Guo Chi is as helpless as anyone he kills.
Daolin and Gangjun stood calmly, watching Guo Chi being torn into pieces by Tan Hai. It was really a strange sight that human internal organs and bones could be dismantled like a gunpla.
Dorian licked his dry lips and said, "This man will never understand until he dies..."
But Fan Zhong understood. He was more sober than Guo Chi, a diehard, because he still had some conscience.
"Our murders are all ordered by the organization! Today I apologize to you for those who killed you! Please let me live! I will definitely give you a good burial!" Fan Zhong said this and knelt down in front of Tan Hai's ghost.
Tan Hai stopped moving. He looked at Fan Zhong on the ground with his rotten face, as if hesitating for something.
Daolin asked Gang Biao this question: "Does this person need to be saved?"
Gang Bong replied: "If you want to save me, just save me. You don't need to ask for my permission."
When Fan Zhong heard this, he felt like a basin of biting cold water was poured from his head to the bottom. Listening to the meaning of these two people's words, Tan Hai was not hesitating whether to let him go, but was thinking: Should this person be steamed or braised... …
Sure enough, the rotting corpse claws roared from Fan Zhong's head. He was unable to dodge. He could only close his eyes and wait for his head to be crushed to death. However, Daolin appeared beside him at this moment and caught Tan Hai. wrist.
"You go." Daolin said to Fan Zhong.
Fan Zhong suddenly felt the pressure on his body lighten, and he didn't say anything more. He just remembered the appearance of the person in front of him, and then left silently.
After he walked into the darkness, Gang Yan said: "This is not necessarily a good thing."
Daolin grabbed Tan Hai's neck and pulled him in front of Gang Bong: "I don't think as much as you do, so I have to ask you many things, but there are also many things that no matter how much you think about, you still can't understand them as well as I do."
Gang Yan thought about it carefully and found that what he said made sense. He smiled and said, "Then what did you understand this time?"
Tan Hai showed his true face at this moment. He was wearing a copycat suit and sitting on the ground with a depressed look. This business elite wrapped in a brand-name suit was just an ordinary person after losing his gorgeous clothes. man.
Dolin sat cross-legged in front of him: "What's wrong with you?"
Tan Hai cried when he was asked this question. The grown man sobbed and shouted loudly: "I miss my dad! Dad... cough..."
At this moment, he didn't look like a successful person from head to toe, but a silly son who couldn't speak clearly.
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The next day, the suburbs of Suzhou.
"That's it. The old tree is still there, and there's a well next to it." Dolin got out of the car carrying a big bundle.
Gang Yan, who was sitting in the front seat, asked the taxi driver to stop on the road and wait for them, and he followed.
The two of them walked to an ordinary old farmhouse and knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was an old lady.
"Who are you looking for?"
Dolin looked back at Gang Bong. The guy tilted his head to one side, as if he didn't want to speak. Dolin sighed and said, "Does Mr. Tan Shan live here?"
The old lady also sighed deeply: "He died, he died a long time ago, the child is gone, he also fell ill, and he passed away like this two years ago..."
Dolin looked back at Gang Bong again. The guy's neck seemed to be almost broken. He refused to look this way, as if he had just passed by.
Dolin asked helplessly: "Who are you?"
"I am his wife, what else can you two do?"
Dolin picked up the baggage containing the urn: "We... we are from the Public Security Bureau. Your son... was found..."
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Forty years ago, a boy was born in this very place. Tan Shan happily ran back and forth in the village twice, fearing that the villagers would not know that he had given birth to a baby boy and would wait until his father-in-law caught him. When I got back, I remembered that I hadn’t named my child yet.
He has been smart and sensible since he was a child. He can walk several miles to go to school by himself during the day, and he can also help with household chores at night. The teacher in the village said that the child would be able to go to college in the future and would have to go to the city to attend junior high school. Without saying a word, Tan Shan sold the family's cows, borrowed a lot of money, and sent the child to the city. Who knew that this would happen? It's been more than ten years since I left.
Tan Hai lived in the teacher's house in the city in junior high school, and Tan Shan would send him living expenses every month. This was unimaginable in rural areas with a huge gap between urban and rural areas at that time, but he persisted for three full years.
It wasn't until the year Tan Hai was admitted to high school that he wrote a letter back. The letter contained all the living expenses for three years, and also said: Dad, Mom, you are tired.
Since then, Tan Hai has been working hard and studying, and can send some extra money home every month. The whole village is envious of Tan Shan for having such a promising son.
Time passed. When Tan Hai graduated from a prestigious university in another city and was directly admitted to a multinational company, he returned to his hometown. It had been eleven years since he left. His father, who was as strong as a big tree, had already shown his strength. She is old and has some wrinkles on her face.
