When Xu Cuiyun's sister-in-law heard her say this, they hurriedly held her arm.

"Sister-in-law, don't say that. How could I blame you? It was that Zou who was too vicious... At this point, no matter what happened to our family, we are still together..."

She glanced at her husband beside her, her eyes revealing infinite attachment. They must be a very loving couple, and perhaps they had been looking forward to the birth of this child.

But in my current situation, I don’t know how long I can live.

Old man Duan Wenjin let out a long sigh and then burst into coughing.

His wife beside him patted his back and looked very nervous.

"You have caught a cold and contracted pneumonia. You are in the hospital getting injections every day. What can you do now? You don't even have medicine..."

Duan Wenjin ignored him, waved his hand, called his two sons over, and asked them to sit closer to him.

Then, the voice became very low, almost biting the ear.

"Duan Ying, Duan Lei, don't blame Cuiyun for this, blame your father, blame me..."

"In the past, I opened a factory in Shanghai. Because I was good at business, I made a lot of money at a young age. In fact, I was not a big shot. I just worked for the capitalists."

"... Later, I retired from the business and returned home early. I thought that if I buried all my money and no one knew my secrets, I could avoid the storm and it wouldn't be a big deal."

"... I never thought that I misread the wind direction and harmed my whole family! I don't know how Zou Dongfang got wind of the news and he was after our family's money. Don't blame Cuiyun and her sister for what happened."

Duan Lei opened his eyes wide and looked at his eldest brother. It seemed that his eldest brother also knew some family affairs. After all, he was much older than him.

Duan Ying spoke up: "I was also ignorant. When I was a child, I left my home in Shanghai and returned to my hometown. The conditions at home were still pretty good."

"...When I grew up and understood things, I thought it was the money that my father saved from working as an accountant for a big capitalist."

The old man continued, "Now that things have come to this, I have thought of the only solution. You two brothers should report me later!"

"… Let's say, there are things buried underground in the utility room in the backyard of our house, on the south side. They are… antiques and gold, thirteen boxes in total!"

"...You report me, then you cut off all ties with me, and that way you can be saved, don't you understand? I'm so old now, and your mother... Anyway, put all the blame on me!"

"Dad! No!"

Both brothers, tears streaming down their cheeks, spoke almost in unison.

Duan Wenjin's wife held the hands of her two sons, tears streaming down her face.

"Xiaoying, Xiaolei, just follow your father's advice. We have discussed it together. We are old enough to take risks!"

"… Think about your wives and children… Second brother, Ah Yue is still pregnant. If she is paraded through the streets and beaten again, it will be very dangerous! Your parents can't bear it. They might be sentenced to being sent to the countryside…"

Duan Lei burst into tears and kept shaking his head.

"Mom and Dad, no, if we have to die, we have to die together as a family! I will never do such a thing that would harm my parents and be so heartless. At most, it's just one life!"

The whole family hugged each other and cried quietly. No matter how the two old people tried to persuade them, the two sons just wouldn't listen.

Lian Xiaomin felt in her space that this family was really united, and she was very touched, but also felt very bad.

In these days, it is common to hear about sons reporting their parents and students reporting their teachers.

I have already taken away all thirteen boxes of money and valuables from their house. I don't know if I can escape the blame if nothing is found.

However, she knew in her heart that it was not that simple. She was being accused and paraded through the streets, and she would not have a good ending.

Not to mention the day of sentencing or sending them to the farm, they will just be tortured for a while, and the old, weak and sick members of the family will be left here.

By six o'clock in the evening, all the members of the Pigeon Committee had gone off work. In the end, except for the security guard, there were three people on night shift, who lived in the first room at the front of the cell on the first floor.

They ate first, and then went to deliver meals to the people in the three cells. Each person was given a large steamed bun and a bowl of water, nothing else.

These people had just finished eating the steamed bread when less than two minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor and four men came in with a menacing look.

Lian Xiaomin took a look and saw that it was the four guys who were digging three feet underground.

At this time, their clothes were all covered with dust. Even Deputy Director Miao had lost all his image. He had been wearing a clean and neat cadre uniform, but now, he was completely covered in dust.

"Zhang Zhiguo, open the door. Bring Duan Wenjin and Duan Ying to the office on the second floor. I want to interrogate them!"

Among the people on duty, one was called by name, it was Zhang Zhiguo, and he quickly came over with the key.

"Director Miao, what's wrong with you? I'm here to pick you up. Why don't you wash your faces? There's hot water in the kettle in the room..."

The man surnamed Miao was furious, but he controlled his temper, nodded, said nothing more, and went upstairs with his four trusted associates.

As soon as they left, Zhang Zhiguo spat on the ground.

"Bah, what a piece of shit, you think this is your own little piece of land, ordering us around like slaves... You're just relying on the fact that you're the boss's brother-in-law! When a villain is successful, everyone else will prosper..."

He was complaining in dissatisfaction but his hands did not stop moving. A man in his twenties who followed him was admonishing him in his ear.

"Brother Zhang, stop complaining. Be careful not to let Man Saner hear you. He is Miao Changyou's man!"

Zhang Zhiguo shook his head: "I know... Xiao Qian, this job is not easy. We were originally on night shift and could just sleep in the duty room. Now that Miao is here, we have to work harder!"

As they talked, they opened the padlock.

"Duan Wenjin, Duan Ying, both of you come out."

Upon hearing this, Duan Ying went over and helped his father to slowly stand up, then gave him another sip of water from the broken bowl.

Duan Wenjin whispered, "Ying, just listen to Dad, otherwise, the whole family will not survive. Your second brother is still young and doesn't understand..."

Duan Ying frowned: "Dad... don't say anything, I would rather die..."

The old man sighed, drank the water, and followed him out.

Zhang Zhiguo still had some conscience, so he didn't rush and just waited at the door.

He knew that Duan Wenjin was brought directly from the hospital and was seriously ill with pneumonia. It would be okay for him to wait for him to drink some water.

He just stood aside and continued to mutter to Xiao Qian that Miao Changyou was a good-for-nothing.

The two men took the Duan father and son to the second floor and brought them into the first separate office, which was Deputy Director Miao's single room.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a man named Miao wiping his face with a hot towel. When he saw Zhang Zhiguo, his nose and face were not a nose or a face.

"Slowly, that's enough, leave it here, both of you go out!"