Chapter 45 Slap the Real Daughter in the Face 45
Jiang Lan held a pile of things tightly and kept speeding up.
The things in the village chief's place are likely to be kept secret. Although Jiang Lan has the plug-in of mental power, she is very confident that she will not leave substantial evidence such as fingerprints, but it is hard to guess how much the surveillance camera captured. Since the things have been obtained, let's keep a low profile for a while, of course, it will only be a short period of time.
Finally arrived home, Jiang Lan's tense nerves also relaxed. She threw the package on the bed, picked up the black-covered notebook, and began to look through it.
This notebook taken from the village chief is very old. The cover is cowhide, but it has lost its original luster, and the papers in the middle are also yellowing and even a little black. This book, filled with evil deeds, carries the years, the crimes, and the broken families.
Jiang Lan turned to the first page, which recorded the information of the first victim.
Wang Qibao (name changed), 18 years old, female, height 153, weight 60, from Province B, sold for 3,000, the buyer is Li Bianzhu from Yujia Village, note: it is C, successfully deflowered, and there is a smiley face drawn next to it.
Jiang Lan felt that this smile made him feel cold all over, and it seemed that the greasy and obscene face of the village chief appeared in front of him, he was looking at the innocent girl, and finally stretched out his claws to her. Drawing a smiley face on the crime record is far from being a bad taste. It is a kind of complacency and even more of an arrogance that overrides morality and human nature. At
this moment, Jiang Lan only felt that it was too easy for the scumbag to destroy his penis. The evil he did was bloody and innumerable, and it was not too much to cut him into pieces.
Every name is a victim.
Jiang Lan stroked those names carefully, as if he could see the painful faces of those girls who were wailing in despair. The deep and shallow ink marks on the notebook recorded a few words, which were the darkest moments of the collapse of many people's passionate lives. The notebook has turned yellow, and time has passed for a long time, but how can those scars be turned over. In this vast time, how many people have turned into a fragrant soul.
Li Yemeng, Yang Shenshen... Even Jiang Lan couldn't bear to read on. She quickly skipped a bunch of names and turned to Zhong Chuchu's page. She calmed down and began to read her information.
Zhong Chuchu, 25 years old, female, height 168, weight 48, from City B, notes: Internet celebrity, capable, top-quality material, President Ye has taken a fancy to her and will support her for a long time. There is also a bracket next to it saying: President Yu, President Li, and President Qian are also optimistic about her, followed by another familiar smiling face.
Jiang Lan took a deep breath and closed the notebook. She felt that if she continued to read, she would become depressed and wanted to rush out and kill all these people.
[So angry, the beauty is so miserable. 】
【The beautiful Zhong Chuchu had already told the anchor about the situation. 】
【To be honest, Zhong Chuchu is lucky among these people. 】
【Everyone cheer up, things have progressed to this point, and the anchor should also make an effort. 】
Jiang Lan: Don't worry, I have arrangements.
【Success or failure depends on this move, come on, anchor. 】
There was a cheering voice below the live broadcast room, and Jiang Lan suddenly felt healed. At least she was not fighting alone.
That night, Jiang Lan did not sleep all night. She flipped through the victim's page and found several related buyers, or more precisely, the information of the related suspects. Looking at the names above, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes. These people are not good people, and all of them should be punished.
The sky was finally bright. Jiang Lan walked out of the door, scooped a bucket of water from the yard and washed his face. He felt much more energetic. The Zhang family lived too far away from the village. What happened in the village could not be seen from here, and it was impossible to get first-hand information.
Thinking of the pile of property and even a gun in the room, Jiang Lan had a headache.
Where should these things be hidden? It would be great if there was an interstellar space button.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Mother Zhang came back with Brother Zhang.
"My dear, this is your brother, Zhang Chengyi."
"Hello, sister, I'm your brother." Zhang Chengyi looks a lot like Zhang Ergui, with dark skin and a silly look, but he looks much taller than his father Zhang Ergui.
The brother seemed a little shy, not daring to look directly at Jiang Lan.
"Hello, I'm your sister, Jiang Lan."
"Don't stand at the door, hurry in. It's so hot today, change your clothes quickly." Mother Zhang and Brother Zhang had been walking for several hours, their clothes were soaked with sweat.
While Mother Zhang and Brother Zhang were changing their clothes, Zhang Ergui went straight into the kitchen to cook.
Jiang Lan poured water for them all, then sat on a chair next to them and waited for them to come out.
"It's so hot today." Mother Zhang came out waving a fan. "I don't know what happened in the village. It seems that there are cars coming in. Our village hasn't had any cars coming in for a long time."
Brother Zhang also came out at this time. When he heard her words, he asked, "What's going on? There are still people driving in from the ghost road? They are really not afraid of death."
"I don't know. No one has been on that road for many years. I don't know if it is still passable."
"I guess something big happened, otherwise where did the car
come from." "It seems to have driven to the village chief's house. Come to think of it, who else in our village except the village chief can afford a car? It doesn't seem reliable when I think about it."
Jiang Lan sat aside, eating melon silently, thinking that the village chief was really cunning. He didn't let others use the village road, but occupied it himself. It's clear that they can drive in, but they don't let others drive in, and they are rude.
"My dear, how are you living here these days?" Mother Zhang was obviously a little worried that Jiang Lan would dislike the conditions of his family. "Our conditions are much worse than Jiang's. You are wronged."
Before Jiang Lan could say anything, Zhang Chengyi took the lead to speak.
"Mom, what are you talking about? What do you mean by disdain or not? Even a dog would not disdain a poor home. A golden den or a silver den is not as good as a dog's den at home. How could my sister be such a person? Do you think it's Panpan, that ungrateful bastard?"
Although Zhang Chengyi is not very old, only in his twenties, he is very sensitive to other people's emotions. He can tell who is nice to him and who is hostile to him.
Mother Zhang glared at Zhang Chengyi, "What are you talking about? You can't just say that with your eyes open about the conditions of our family, okay? Don't talk nonsense, kid."
"How did I say anything wrong? When Panpan was at home, you doted on her the most and gave her all the good things. All the girls in our village have to work since they were young, either cutting grass or feeding pigs. How could she have such a comfortable life? She was not much worse than the eldest daughter of the village chief. But when that Jiang came, she followed him eagerly without any reluctance at all." Zhang Chengyi was particularly indignant, "You are still thinking about her, do you think she regards you as her parents? She hasn't sent a letter back in such a long time."
"You..." Zhang Chengyi's words obviously hit the nail on the head for Mother Zhang, and she was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"Ahem." Jiang Lan saw this and hurried out to smooth things over, "Brother, that's enough."
"Hehe..." Zhang Chengyi smiled embarrassedly, "I'm not afraid that mom will get old and treat Panpan as a treasure. You are the treasure of our Zhang family."
"What are you thinking about? With your blockhead, what else can you come up with? I still don't know who our biological daughter is, why do you have to make a fuss?"
Mother Zhang expressed serious protest to her own son's behavior of ruining the show, fearing that Jiang Lan would think too much.
"My parents are very good to me, I like it here very much." Jiang Lan finished speaking, and seeing Zhang Chengyi looking eagerly, he added a sentence, "My brother is also very good to me, and I like him too."
Zhang Chengyi smiled very happily, "I know that my sister is sensible, unlike the selfish Panpan."