Chapter 117 Confrontation

◎What do you want to know?◎

Looking at the murderer who killed his sister with a knife at the age of sixteen, Zhu Kang felt no sympathy at all.

You want to know so much? Then I won't tell you in a hurry.

The interrogation room suddenly became quiet.

There was only Lu Fuqiang's whisper: "Please, please, please tell me. I repent, I admit my sins, I just want to know the news about my family..."

The dark and thin face was full of pleading, and the humble posture was unbearable to look at.

Zhao Xiangwan exchanged glances with Zhu Feipeng, who was in charge of taking notes.

Don't encourage others to do good unless you have experienced their suffering.

When Zhu Kang was six years old, his family suffered a disaster and he lost his memory since then. Although his uncle and aunt loved him very much, the scar in his heart will always be there, and it hurts every time it is touched.

Zhu Kang once said that after he came to Xing City to study at university, his inexplicable headaches gradually got better. It can be seen that he used to have headaches from time to time, and that was all the sins of Lu Fuqiang, Gong Sixi, and Lu Shangwu!

Lu Fuqiang is now begging pitifully, wanting to know the information about his family.

What about Zhu Kang's family? What about his grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, sister, and cousin who were killed by Lu Fuqiang and his two friends? Watching his sister die tragically in front of him and hearing about his family's suffering, how cruel it was for a six-year-old child!

Therefore, neither Zhao Xiangwan nor Zhu Feipeng said anything.

Let Zhu Kang torture Lu Fuqiang with silence.

Lu Fuqiang's voice became hoarse, and he could hardly make a sound in the end. But he still clasped his hands together, stared at Zhu Kang, and murmured, "Please, please tell me."

Zhu Kang's vision went blurry.

He blinked rapidly, forcing back the tears.

"Jiu Wan Village, Siu Wan Village, and Hou Wan Village have all been demolished. Your home, my home, are gone."

Finally, when Zhu Kang spoke, Lu Fuqiang's eyes lit up brightly, but when Zhu Kang finished speaking, the light in his eyes dimmed: "No more? All gone?"

He suddenly became excited, his hands hanging down, and the handcuffs hit the armrests of the iron chair with a loud noise: "Then, was Gong Dazhuang's blue-tiled house also demolished?"

[Is the blue-tiled house that I was afraid of gone too? Then I am not afraid anymore! Everything in the past is gone! ]

Zhu Kang knew what he was thinking and stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Just now he felt that this man was somewhat pitiful, but now seeing how excited and happy he was about the demolition of Gong Dazhuang's blue-tiled house, Zhu Kang felt even more disgusted with him.

Lu Fuqiang suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhu Kang: "Demolition is a good thing! If the rural houses are demolished, can't we build new ones? The government will definitely give money and land to let my parents rebuild, right?"

Zhu Kang said: "Lu Fuqiang, don't be too happy too soon. I'm afraid the information we learned this time will disappoint you."

Lu Fuqiang's heart was once again lifted: "What's wrong?"

Zhu Kang spoke slowly, deliberately sapping his appetite: "Three villages were demolished, and a new Sancunwan was built near the Luoxian bus station. The people who benefited were Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu. Your family... is in a terrible situation."

"Terrible?" Lu Fuqiang stared at Zhu Kang, a fierce light flashing in his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Zhu Kang glanced at Zhao Xiangwan, and Zhao Xiangwan nodded slightly.

Zhu Kang said: "When the house was demolished, the compensation and the homestead had to be divided among the people, but you never contacted your family, so your parents, brother and village leaders had a dispute."

Lu Fuqiang didn't understand: "What are you arguing about? Whether I have contact or not, I am also a person in the household registration book, so of course I should be counted as one."

Zhu Kang sneered: "Your parents want to get a residential plot for you so that you and your brother can build a house together. But profit comes first. If you get more, the villagers will get less. And you don't go home all year round. Who is willing to share money and land with you?"

Lu Fuqiang narrowed his eyes and asked, "And then?"

[Mom, you bullied my parents and my brother while I was not at home, right? ]

[If I knew who they were, I would take care of them one by one.]

Zhu Kang could see that Lu Fuqiang was already on the verge of anger, so he simply added fuel to the fire.

"Then? Then your parents kept fighting for you, but the villagers reported you missing. Your parents were so upset that they fell ill and died in 1983. Your older brother Lu Fugui moved out of his hometown and his whereabouts are unknown. In 1987, the three villages merged to rebuild Sancun Bay, and the police station canceled your household registration. From then on, you were declared dead in the legal sense."

The parents are dead;

His oldest brother, with whom he was closest, was missing;

He was forcibly sold and declared dead?

One by one, every one of them was like a sharp knife cutting into Lu Fuqiang's fragile and despicable heart.

After a moment of silence, Lu Fuqiang suddenly asked, "Where is my little brother?"

"I went out to work and have not returned yet."

"He is ten years younger than me and is twenty-six this year. He should have married and had children, right?"

Zhu Kang glanced at the household registration information in his hand and said, "I don't know."

"Where's my little sister? She's six years younger than me and she's thirty this year. She should be married and have kids, right?"

“Move out of your hometown after getting married.”

Lu Fuqiang's heart was in agony.

He raised his head and looked at Zhu Kang: "Where is Gong Sixi? His family got a share of Gong Dazhuang's house and furniture, and he also stole a lot of money from Gong Dazhuang's bedside cabinet. Before I left home, he told me that as brothers, he would definitely take care of my family."

Zhu Kang did not exaggerate and told the truth: "Gong Sixi studied in high school, changed his name to Gong Youlin, and was admitted to the police academy. After graduation, he was assigned to Luo County as a police officer. Now he is the chief of the Sancunwan District Police Station. His brothers and parents all live in a small two-story house. They have money and cars, and they live a very comfortable life."

A cold light flashed in Lu Fuqiang's eyes and his eyelids twitched twice.

"Then what about Lu Shangwu? He and I are from the same village, and his father was the village committee director of Xiaowan Village. He said that we are sworn brothers, and he will treat my parents as his own parents."

Zhu Kang mocked, "As soon as you left the village, Lu Shangwu was recruited to work in the city. A few years later, he was spotted by the daughter of the director of the Public Security Bureau because of his handsome appearance. He was recruited into her family and changed his name to Lu Hui. After that, his career took several leaps. Under the arrangement of his father-in-law, he went to the Party School to study, and then worked as a clerical worker in the Luo County Public Security Bureau. He was promoted step by step and is now the director of the Luo County Public Security Bureau. He is in collision with Gong Youlin and regards Luo County as the world of the Gong and Lu families, and Sancun Bay as a black industrial park for development."

Lu Fuqiang stared at Zhu Kang blankly, muttering, "Why? Why?"

Zhu Kang did not answer his question, but looked into his eyes with a sad expression.

Zhao Xiangwan sighed and shook his head, saying, "People's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be, and the world is unfair."

The words "people's hearts are not the same as they used to be, and the world is unfair" hit Lu Fuqiang's heart precisely. He suddenly struggled to stand up, and his handcuffed hands were pulling violently left and right, as if he wanted to break free from these restraints. He jumped out of the interrogation room, rushed to the two brothers of the "Three Swords Society", grabbed their necks and asked, "Why?!"

The police officer in charge of guarding him pushed him back into his chair and shouted, "Behave yourself!"

However, Lu Fuqiang just couldn't be honest.

He struggled and yelled, "Why? They clearly said they would take care of my parents and family, why did they close my account? Why did they bully my parents? I killed someone and was scared to death. I hid and crouched like a mouse, afraid of being discovered. How can they have the nerve to live like that?!"

The veins on Lu Fuqiang's neck were exposed and his eyes were red, he looked very scary.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the ceiling and started laughing wildly.

"I'm afraid of the police. It's funny that they are the police!"

"I hid and repented, trying to be a good person; they regarded Sam Tsuen Wan as their own world and continued to be bad people."

"I left my hometown for my family, but they wore police uniforms and bullied my family."

"My whole family had such a miserable life. My parents died young and my brothers left home. But what about them? They are living such a good life!"

"Is it fair? It's not fair, it's not fair—"

Lu Fuqiang laughed wildly, until his eyes almost bled, until the last bit of oxygen in his lungs was squeezed out, and until he coughed non-stop, but he still didn't stop.

Seeing his intense emotional reaction, Zhao Xiangwan raised his head and stared into his eyes seriously.

There was a glimmer of something special in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes: "The law protects fairness and justice!"

Lu Fuqiang was frightened by her gaze and calmed down unconsciously: "Law? Fairness? Justice?"

Zhao Xiangwan said: "Is it fair that Gong Dazhuang's family was killed? It's not fair. So the law must bring you murderers to justice and make you accept the punishment. Even if you have been away from home for 20 years and have been hiding for more than 10 years, you still cannot escape the fate of being caught by us."

Lu Fuqiang was unconsciously moved by Zhao Xiangwan's words, and even felt that his arrest today was also God's will. Otherwise, why was it just the Min Chenghang case, and why did he only sell a knife and give false testimony, and then it was linked to a murder case?

The word "law" makes Lu Fuqiang afraid.

The word "God's will" is enough to crush Lu Fuqiang.

If this is God's will, then why doesn't the law punish Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu?

How do they live so freely?

Lu Fuqiang suddenly realized and shouted, "Aren't you police officers law enforcement officers? Since you know that Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu have changed their names, become police officers, and have done so many evil things, why don't you arrest them?"

Zhao Xiangwan asked back: "How do you know we didn't catch him?"

Lu Fuqiang was excited: "Have they been arrested? It's good to have been arrested, arrest them all! We are brothers of the Three Swords Society, we should share happiness and difficulties! I was the one who killed the little girl, but it was Gong Sixi who killed the four adults in Gong Dazhuang's family! The one who killed the little boy was Lu Shangwu!"

The corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth turned up slightly, very good, it's exciting when dogs bite each other.

Zhu Kang resonated with Zhao Xiangwan for once, and followed closely: "It's a pity that words are not enough. They are now leaders of the public system. How can you convict them with just a confession? Without evidence, I'm afraid... we will have to let them go even if we catch them. Alas! I also want to cut them into pieces, but I'm a policeman, and the police focus on evidence when investigating a case!"

Lu Fuqiang stared at Zhu Kang blankly: "I have already confessed. I killed your sister. Why can't they be convicted based on my words?"

Zhu Kang patiently explained: "You confessed to the crime and described the details and process of the crime very clearly. This is one thing. But if you accuse others of committing the crime together, you need supporting materials. Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu are both police officers. They are very clear about this. They only need to push all the charges onto you and say that you framed them. What can you do to refute it?"

Lu Fuqiang was so anxious that his ears turned red: "What can we do? What can we do?"

Zhao Xiangwan also fell into deep thought.

The reason why Lu Fuqiang confessed his guilt was due to his inner guilt and fear.

By magnifying this fear and with the stimulation of Zhu Kang, the survivor, Lu Fuqiang obediently confessed his guilt.

However, Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu are different.

They had no remorse or fear about the young man's murder.

There may even be a hint of complacency, as they feel they have killed someone but escaped legal sanctions, a realization that makes them bold and reckless, wantonly trampling on the law.

It is very difficult to get evil people like Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu to confess. They are all police officers and know the importance of evidence. Gong Dazhuang's family has been dead for 20 years, and the evidence has long been destroyed with the passage of time and the demolition of the village.

Relying on Lu Fuqiang's confession alone? They can say that Lu Fuqiang was jealous and framed them.

Based on Zhu Kang's memory of when he was six years old, firstly, Zhu Kang only saw a tattoo and heard a few voices. Secondly, who can prove that a child's memory has not been erased or distorted after twenty years?

In short, as long as Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu refuse to admit their mistakes, there is nothing we can do to them.

Lu Fuqiang suddenly laughed softly.

"God still has eyes."

This sentence successfully made Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Kang and Zhu Feipeng focus their attention on Lu Fuqiang.

Unlike the painful laughter just now, the smile on Lu Fuqiang's face was sincere and joyful.

He looked at Zhu Kang and said, "Yong, I know I will be shot. I will give you a gift. Go and catch those two treacherous bastards."

He grinned, his smile was sinister but with a hint of madness: "Good brothers, we don't ask to be born in the same year and month, but we ask to die in the same year and month."

Zhu Kang asked: "What gift?"

Lu Fuqiang said: "Send someone to my knife shop and take out a most inconspicuous kitchen knife. It is at the bottom left corner of the display rack. Pull out the handle of the kitchen knife and you will find something sealed inside."

Lu Fuqiang laughed as he spoke: "After the Three Swordsmen killed someone, they returned to my house with their blood boiling. They swore an oath of blood. The blood they swore was the blood stains on their faces, raincoats, and rain boots. Lu Shangwu wrote the agreement, and the oath was written on a piece of paper torn from my old exercise book. The three of us signed and pressed our fingerprints on the blood stains. I have kept this piece of paper."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Lu Fuqiang laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "They told me to burn it, but I didn't. No matter where I go, I will carry this covenant with me. Only this piece of paper with blood can make me feel not alone. I wrapped it in oil paper, for fear that it would be soaked and damaged by water. As long as I have this paper, it proves that the evil thing was not done by me alone, but by the three of us. If God strikes the bad guy with lightning, at least there are the other two to accompany him, right?"

Any evidence? Zhu Kang stood up suddenly.

Zhao Xiangwan and Zhu Feipeng also stood up.

The interrogation is over.

An hour later, Zhu Kang, wearing gloves, took the object from the handle of the kitchen knife, unfolded it carefully, and placed it on the desk in his office.

The rough exercise book, the yellowed paper, had three lines of words written in pencil in large fonts and in an arrogant and ignorant tone.

"I swear on my blood,

Carrying the honor and responsibility of the Sandao Society,

Brothers are of the same blood, let’s build a great cause together! "

Below are the signatures of three people: Lu Shangwu, Gong Sixi, and Lu Fuqiang. Each of the three names is pressed with a bloody fingerprint.

The murderer's fingerprints, signature, and the victim's blood, all the evidence is there!

Looking at the bloody fingerprints on the paper, Zhu Kang had tears in his eyes: "Xiang Wan, by comparing the bloodstains with my DNA, we can prove that it is Gong Dazhuang's family." Although the bloodstains had dried up long ago, the DNA in the blood will not disappear with the passage of time, so it can still be detected.

Zhu Feipeng shouted, "Yes! By comparing the fingerprints, we can prove that the people who signed the covenant are Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu!"

The parents of Gong Sixi and Lu Shangwu are here. We only need to conduct a DNA test on them to prove that Gong Youlin is Gong Sixi and Lu Hui is Lu Shangwu!

So what are you waiting for? Hurry up!

Zhao Xiangwan quickly contacted Miao Hui, explained the situation, and sent samples for inspection.

Zhu Feipeng took the fingerprints of Lu Hui and Gong Youlin and compared them in a hurry.

Evidence testing takes time, but trials do not.

The next person Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Kang and Zhu Feipeng were going to review was Gong Dali.

Gong Dali and Gong Dazhuang, two brothers with such similar names. Even though Gong Sixi hated his uncle, even though Gong Dali was jealous of Gong Dazhuang's good life, death is like the extinguishing of a light, and Gong Dali's inner guilt is growing day by day.

After Gong Dali was brought to a strange environment, his previous arrogance completely disappeared, replaced by old age and humility.

After all, he was not a criminal suspect, so he was not handcuffed. The police were polite to him and even had their blood pressure checked and blood drawn for a "physical examination," which made him even more anxious.

He was illiterate, and much of his knowledge came from the plays he watched when he was a child. In those plays, the death row inmates would enjoy a delicious meal before being beheaded, which was called "beheading rice."

Is he going to die?

Gong Dali was filled with trepidation as he was taken alone into the cold interrogation room. Through the iron bars in front of him, he saw Zhao Xiangwan and Zhu Kang in police uniforms, looking very heroic. His legs began to tremble again.

Before the police could speak, he began to mutter: "I didn't kill anyone, I didn't commit any crime, I'm just a useless old man, I'm already 65 years old, I'm old, I don't have any strength, please spare me. I'll kowtow to you, I'll burn incense for you..."

Zhu Kang interrupted him and asked, "How did you know that Gong Sixi had killed someone 20 years ago?"

Gong Dali did not answer him, but looked at Zhu Kang's face, stretched out his hand, and stroked his head in the air: "Yong, I am your uncle, do you remember? When you were born, I held you in my arms. Every year during the Chinese New Year, when you came to pay New Year's greetings, I would give you a red envelope, have you forgotten?"

He tried to persuade Zhu Kang with the love of family: "You can't write a single word with one stroke of the pen, right? Twenty years have passed, I will return the house to you, and return all your things to you in cash, okay? Don't pursue it anymore. No one knows who did it back then, and even the police haven't found out, so forget it."

Zhu Kang said in a stern voice, "Forget it? That's so easy for you to say! If this happened to you, and your parents, wife, and children were all killed, what would you do?"

Gong Dali was in tears, his face was covered with tears and snot, and his wrinkled face looked pitiful and disgusting: "Yong boy, you are magnanimous, you are magnanimous, everyone has a hard time, really! Life is not easy for everyone, don't ruin it all so easily."

Zhu Kang's heart was filled with resentment, anger and unwillingness.

He wanted to curse, to use the most vicious words, to curse Gong Dali to the ground. Curse this old man for protecting his son, curse this shameless man for seizing property, curse this shameless and selfish Gong Dali for not dying, while his hardworking and kind grandma and parents were hacked to death.

He wanted to cry, to cry loudly and freely. He wanted to point his finger at the heaven and complain, “God is so unfair! Why do good people have short lives, while bad people live so happily and carefree? !

But why did he feel as if there was a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe? Why did he feel as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in his throat, making it impossible for him to utter a single word?

Zhu Kang clenched his hands tightly and his body began to tremble.

He cast his gaze to the right, where sat his comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside him, Zhao Xiangwan.

[Please, help me! ]

Zhao Xiangwan stood up slowly and looked at Gong Dali through the iron fence.

Zhao Xiangwan narrowed her eyes slightly, with a cold gleam in her eyes. Having just experienced the thunder and lightning in Zhao Xiangwan's speech in the conference room this morning, Gong Dali was still frightened and did not dare to look her in the eye.

[The police dared to send us to the city. Did something happen to Si'er? ]

[I tried to persuade him, and the other two, but he refused to listen. If it weren't for this, my parents might have lived a few more years.]

[We have made enough money. Compared to the days when we had to scrape food from the fields, life is much better now.]

[Si Er, you shouldn’t do such a heinous thing…]

Zhao Xiangwan spoke up, "Gong Dali, I heard that after the tragic case of the extermination of the family 20 years ago, the villagers nearby were afraid of the ghosts coming to take their lives, so when it rained and thundered, they dared not go out, and they kept lights on all night and sent adult men to guard the house. Is that true?"

Gong Dali didn't want to listen to what Zhao Xiangwan said, but ears were not like eyes that could be closed and not seen.

Zhao Xiangwan's words fell like raindrops, ticking, one by one, and every word struck his heart.

Thinking back on the past, Gong Dali shuddered.

[Yes, such a brutal murder case, six lives, blood all over the ground, who in the village would not be afraid? They were all afraid that the wronged ghosts would come to claim their lives, and that Gong Dazhuang's family would turn into fierce ghosts and go around looking for scapegoats. As soon as it rained, every family would close their doors and send people to take turns to keep watch.]

[But when it was my son's turn to keep watch, he would sneer like a ghost. Even when he fell asleep, his right hand would always be slashing at the air, and he would shout, "I'll kill you, I'll kill you."]

[His grandfather was afraid that he was possessed by a ghost and wanted to ask a Taoist priest to collect his soul. But Si Er yelled at him, "Grandpa, what are you afraid of? I'm not afraid! I was the one who chopped him off, so what?"]

Zhao Xiangwan heard this and said slowly: "You sent people to guard the night. Are you afraid that there will be a murderer coming to your house, or are you afraid that the wronged ghosts will come to claim your life? Gong Dazhuang's family died tragically and refused to reincarnate. They will definitely turn into fierce ghosts and hover around the murderer's house..."

Gong Dali had never been to school and had believed in ghosts and gods all his life. He was most afraid of hearing people talk about wronged ghosts taking his life. He was immediately frightened out of his wits. He hugged his body with both hands, looked around in fear, and muttered, "No, no, go away, go away."

Zhao Xiangwan curled the corners of his mouth.

Very good, as long as there is something to be afraid of, I will find a way to make you speak!

"Gong Dali, do you think that the wronged ghosts who are seeking your life will come to your house and eat your soul? Then you are too uneducated."

"There is a kind of revenge called chopping meat with a blunt knife. Do you know that?"

"First, let your courage grow bigger and bigger, let your greed grow bigger and bigger, wait until your inner desires gradually devour your conscience, and then let you kill your loved ones one by one."

"The first to die are the elders. Let them die in pain, regret, fear in nightmares, wailing and despair."

Gong Dali looked at Zhao Xiangwan in horror.

[What did she say? Did she say that Si'er was possessed by a ghost?]

[Yes, ever since the incident at Gong Dazhuang's house, Si'er has become irritable, with fierce eyes, and has been yelling at us.]

[First my father, then my mother, each had a splitting headache and died in agony.]

Zhao Xiangwan found a way to magnify his inner fear, and began to describe it along this path.

"Next, it's his brothers and sisters. He will lead them to become bad people, such as prostitutes, gamblers, and kidnapping women and children... Anyway, they will do whatever they can to make money, right? What's the point of him becoming bad alone? He has to get more people to become bad together, so that when he goes to the eighteenth level of hell in the future, it will be lively, right?"

Gong Dali stopped crying and stared at Zhao Xiangwan blankly.

He really wanted Zhao Xiangwan to shut up, but for some reason, he didn't say anything to stop her.

[Yes! The fourth child is the root of trouble.]

[He became a policeman, but he was a black-hearted policeman.]

【He was not afraid of retaliation at all. He ordered Yixia and Erqiu to do things that would lead to beheading. He said that he was in charge of everything and nothing would happen.】

[Originally, the eldest and second sons were very obedient and filial, but later on they became different.]

Zhao Xiangwan continued, "Even if you eat well, dress well, and live in a big house, so what? The devil wants you to enjoy all of this, and when you feel that you can no longer live without this kind of life, one day, the time will come, and everything will be reduced to ashes!"

"Criminal

"It's illegal, go to jail."

"Murderous, shot."

"All the money earned will be confiscated."

"Everything you have taken from others must be returned!"

Countless cold lights flashed in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes, and her words turned into countless sharp knives, piercing into Gong Dali's old and life-loving heart.

"If you've always been poor, you won't be sad as much when the money goes away."

"If you have been suffering, your sadness will not be so deep when your freedom is lost."

"But, you have enjoyed wealth and glory, you have experienced the privileges of the world, your ambitions are constantly expanding, you want to borrow another 500 years from heaven... now, everything you have is taken away!"

Zhao Xiangwan suddenly stopped and looked at Gong Dali intently.

"Gong Dali, lost everything, faced despair, and was terrified - this is what it means to be a victim of a wronged spirit!"

Gong Dali hugged himself tightly, sobbing in his throat: "Don't, don't say it."

Stop talking? How can you stop talking now?

What is death? It is the end of everything, leaving nothing to be known.

What Zhao Xiangwan has to do is to destroy Gong Dali's heart in front of Zhu Kang!

Only in this way can the deceased rest in peace and Zhu Kang's angry and unwilling heart be calmed down a little.

"You could have lived peacefully, even if you were a little poor, but you have many children at home. Just grit your teeth and wait for your children to grow up and for the village to be demolished. Then your life will get better and better."

"Gong Sixi is smart and can study. Even if you wait a year until you have more money, you will send him to school. He can still go to the police academy and become a policeman, but he is a good policeman. He rises step by step and becomes a leader. Everyone around him praises you for having a good son."

"You have three sons and three daughters. This is such a happy thing in the countryside. They are filial, sensible, and hardworking. The family lives in harmony and happiness. When you turn 70, the whole village will celebrate your birthday. Even if you die in the future, you will be calm and happy lying in bed."

“But it’s all destroyed!”

When Gong Dali heard this, tears of regret kept flowing down his face.

[Si Er, why did you do such a wicked thing that made the wronged soul linger for so long? ]

[You brought your brother along to do something illegal. If the police catch him now, that's it! ]

[My three sons are all going to be sent to jail. Who will I rely on when I am old?]

Zhao Xiangwan's voice was as gentle as the wind: "Gong Dali, tell the truth."

Gong Dali raised his head and stared at Zhao Xiangwan in a daze. His lips trembled for a long time before he uttered a few words: "If I tell them, the wronged souls will disperse, and I will not go to the eighteen levels of hell after I die. Can I be reborn as a human in the next life?"

Zhao Xiangwan didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

The cold light in her eyes disappeared, and what remained was sadness for the people of this world.

Who says human nature is good?

Selfishness and greed - this is human nature.

Facing such a look, Gong Dali felt a deep sense of guilt and sadness.

Gong Dali stood up with the help of a chair and bowed deeply to Zhu Kang. Through Zhu Kang's face, he seemed to see Gong Dazhuang's honest smile: Brother, I have a son!

Gong Dazhuang's son has grown up, but he is haunted by a wronged ghost.

Zhu Kang stood up straight and accepted his bow.

Gong Dali's voice was trembling, but he was honest: "Comrade police, I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

As Zhu Kang walked out with the signed transcript in his hand, there was a look of relief in his eyes.

Zhu Feipeng patted his shoulder and consoled him, "Brother, it's okay. Live well and beautifully in the future. Your parents, grandma, and sister will all be happy."

Zhao Xiangwan glanced at him and said, "Good deeds will be rewarded with good, and evil deeds will be punished with evil. It's not that there will be no retribution, it's just that the time has not come yet. Now..."

The three of them looked at each other and said in unison: "The time has come!"

Today is the third trial, Sun Youmin.

Sun Youmin and Gong Dali are different.

First, Sun Youmin and Gong Dazhuang were not from the same village, so they had no sympathy for the tragic case of his family being wiped out;

Second, Sun Youmin has been a widow for many years, and her son is her life.

To deal with her, you have to find a new way.

Zhao Xiangwan asked Gao Guangqiang for the information he had exchanged with Lu Hui, and also called Deputy County Mayor Li to learn more details about Lu Hui's corruption in the officialdom.

After making sufficient preparations, Zhao Xiangwan entered the interrogation room.

Sun Youmin had her hair re-combed and her collar buttons were neatly buttoned. Even though it was her first time being brought into the interrogation room of the Public Security Bureau, she was still meticulous. It was obvious that she was an old rural lady who lived a very refined life.

Zhao Xiangwan asked her, "Lu Hui is Lu Shangwu, is this correct?"

His son was an official, and his resume and files could not be falsified. Sun Youmin knew he had no way to deny it, so he snorted and turned away.

Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "Okay, after confirming this point, let's talk about something else?"

Sun Youmin rolled his eyes and ignored him.

[What are you talking about? You want me to expose my son's shortcomings? No way! ]

[In order to get promoted and make money, he married into the Yang family, bringing shame to the Lu family, leading to today's situation. How can I hold him back?]

[This female police officer is not a good person, ignore her! ]

Zhao Xiangwan asked her, "Are you living with the boss now?"

Sun Youmin snorted again.

Zhu Feipeng raised his voice: "Answer the question seriously!"

The police uniform still had some intimidation, and Sun Youmin replied reluctantly, "Yes."

Zhao Xiangwan continued to ask: "How many children did the eldest have?"

Sun Youmin was touched: "Four."

[All four are girls. They were fined for violating the family planning policy. Although they said that with Shangwu around, there would be no problem with having two more children, but I don’t know if there is something wrong with the ancestral tomb. My daughter-in-law is old now and can’t give birth anymore. It’s so annoying! ]

Zhao Xiangwan smiled slightly: "What a blessing, four golden flowers."

Sun Youmin rolled his eyes at her and said, "Are you mocking me? The Lu family has lost its incense, what good fortune do we have?!"

Zhao Xiangwan provoked her: "How can the family line be cut off? Didn't your second son give birth to a grandson? I heard that he is good-looking, well-educated, and very well-behaved."

Sun Youmin's heart was bleeding, and he said unhappily, "Shut up!"

Zhao Xiangwan said: "It's a pity that your only grandson's surname is Yang."

Sun Youmin's face twitched.

[What a sin! For the sake of promotion and wealth, even ancestors are ignored! ]

[Even if I die, I won’t be able to see the old man.]

[What's the point of the eldest son being filial? He didn't give birth to a son, alas.]

Zhao Xiangwan sneered: "Is promotion and wealth so important? Is it so important that you don't even care about your own surname and your own ancestors? You don't think it's shameful, but proud, right? How glorious it is to have a son who is a director! It's a pity that everything has a destiny, and no one can escape the arrangement of God!"

Sun Youmin turned around and looked at Zhao Xiangwan seriously: "You are just a little girl, what do you know? Isn't the purpose of life to be rich and famous?"

Zhao Xiangwan realized that Lu Shangwu's ability to kill someone at the age of sixteen and change his name to Ru Yu at the age of twenty-one was inseparable from his mother's education.

"People live for money, fame and fortune? If that's the case, why do you care about your eldest son not having a son? Why do you mind if your second son's son has the surname Yang?"

Sun Youmin gritted his teeth and said, "The incense of our ancestors must never be cut off."

Zhao Xiangwan laughed: "After you have fame, you want profit; after you have profit, you want worship. Who do you think you are? A person who has accumulated good deeds for ten generations? If you don't do good deeds and accumulate virtue for future generations, how can you take all the good deeds?"

Sun Youmin looked at her blankly, as if thinking about something.

[Could it be that Shangwu's deeds in the past were too damaging to his virtue, so the Lu family's incense lineage was cut off? ]

Zhao Xiangwan took out the covenant signed by Lu Shangwu, Gong Sixi and Lu Fuqiang and showed it to Sun Youmin.

"Did you see that? When your son was sixteen, he formed the Three Swords Society and wiped out the entire family of Gong Dazhuang. He did all kinds of evil things. God still has eyes, doesn't he? So your Lu family is extinct! Even if you close your eyes and go to the grave, you will not be able to face the ancestors of the Lu family in your lifetime."

Sun Youmin narrowed his eyes, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

【Do the police know everything? 】

[Shangwu is a man with his own ideas. What can I do? He kills people when he wants to, recruits workers when he wants to, and takes bribes when he wants to. He is good-looking and smart. How can I control him?]

[I still have the literary virtues, and I cannot be dragged down by the martial virtues. If I don't have a grandson, I still have a granddaughter. I can marry a grandson-in-law, and if the son is born, give him the surname Lu, that's fine too.]

Zhao Xiangwan quietly waited for Sun Youmin's reaction.

She knew that the son resembled his mother. Shangwu's selfishness and his unscrupulous pursuit of fame and fortune were learned from Sun Youmin.

Once Sun Youmin finds out that her son is useless, she will make the best choice for the family.

Zhao Xiangwan took out a stack of information.

"We have been keeping an eye on Lu Hui for a long time. Not only was he responsible for the tragic case of the annihilation of his family 20 years ago, he also colluded with Gong Youlin from the police station and acted as a protective umbrella for Sam Tsuen Wan. For all the things he has done, it is not too much to shoot him ten times!"

"This is evidence of a murder he committed twenty years ago."

"This is evidence of his bribery and acceptance of bribes."

"This is evidence that he is protecting the underground casino."

"This is..."

The mountain of evidence was so overwhelming that Sun Youmin was unable to breathe.

She asked with difficulty: "Did he commit a crime? Is it serious?"

Zhu Feipeng frowned and said unhappily, "The director of the Public Security Bureau knew the law but broke it, and held up an umbrella for the evil forces. Do you think his crime is serious?"

Sun Youmin straightened his back, his eyes no longer struggling: "What do you want to know?"