When Yang Mumu stood in front of the first person, Yang Zhong, holding the things, the other four people stared at Yang Zhong and even got close to him. There were people standing on all four sides, fearing that he would do something. They all knew that Yang Zhong was the most untrustworthy and dishonest person among them.
Yang Zhong felt uncomfortable being stared at. He didn't dare to move his eyes around. He looked nervously at the thing in Yang Mumu's hand. He saw the letter of apology he had written, his handwriting and his personal seal on it. After seeing the film, he nodded in confirmation.
"Yes, this is it."
Yang Mumu moved the thing to the next one, and repeated this process over and over again. As the five people monitored each other and confirmed together, they all nodded to indicate that this was the thing they wanted.
Yang Mumu waved at them: "Come, come here, let you check it one last time, take a look."
The five of them confirmed it again, were on guard against each other again, and nodded again, with absolute certainty, that's right.
Finally, they said in unison: "Burn it."
Yang Mumu nodded, brought the brazier over, and held a candle in front of them, burning the things in his hands one by one. After each one was burned to ashes, he would burn the next one to make sure that nothing was left out.
The firelight shone on the faces of the five people. They all had smiles on their faces and looked excited and satisfied.
The huge stone that was weighing on their hearts was finally removed, and they were no longer threatened. The five of them let out a sigh of relief, and there was a hint of blatant malice in their eyes when they looked at Yang Mumu's back.
When Yang Mumu stood up and looked at them, the malice in his eyes did not have time to be retracted and fell straight into her eyes.
Yang Mumu smiled without saying anything, but the five of them were so frightened that they looked away.
Yang Zhong hurriedly said as he walked out: "Since both sides are clear, then Mu Mu, you go about your business. I, your second uncle, will be leaving first."
Yang Mumu, wait for me! Have a good life!
The other people also said goodbye hastily and ran away, their steps were much lighter, and there was a sense of joy in their hurried postures.
What the five people were thinking was: It’s time to figure out how to take back their property. The world is so big, is there nothing they can do to a little girl? Impossible things.
After going through so much, the five people were still very confident that they would be able to get their money back.
They exchanged glances, preparing to get together to discuss the matter.
Yang Mumu followed behind them, and used his mind to control the water in the cup in the space to sprinkle it over the five people. Some of the water fell on their heads, some fell on their lips, and entered their bodies silently through saliva.
"It's raining, go back quickly before it gets too heavy."
A drop of water caught Zhang Cuilan's face and she whispered to herself to quicken her pace and run out. The other four also sped up and followed closely.
Yang Mumu looked at their backs and a strange smile appeared on his face.
She closed the door and went back into the house. She looked at the brazier that had burned out and only a basin of ash remained and smiled again. She took out a stack of things from the space, which were the three films and five letters of apology that should have been burned just now.
The things were intact. She took advantage of the space, the dim candlelight, and all the favorable conditions to replace them all during the burning.
What she saw was real, the confession book she burned was a forgery, and the film she burned was real, but the film was full of her own image.
A few fools, however, were on guard against each other and ran away triumphantly, thinking they could sit back and relax, ready to look for opportunities to kill and rob.
Don't think she doesn't know. She has seen through these people. None of them is a good person. If they remain, they will be a cancer to society.
It's her turn to buy at the bottom. She will lose both her money and her life. Now she can get the money and it's her turn.
Yang Mumu shook the stack of photos, but it was not enough.
She entered the space and went to the room where she developed photos. The whole room was hung with photos. All of them were the results of her work yesterday, and every photo was developed by her personally.
She took more than three rolls of film. They were much older. Now there was only one new roll left out of the ten rolls. Excluding the burned rolls, that meant she had taken a total of six rolls.
There are 36 photos in a roll, and she took a total of 216 photos. Every photo was unique and all of them were developed by her. She even developed a few extra photos for some of the best photos and specially made a batch of photos look old.
She was so busy all night that her dark circles became heavier.
Yang Mumu took down all the photos that were drying in the room and put them together with the previous stack. Wow, a box of photos.
I admire myself for developing so many photos, all by hand using the traditional method. My hands are all wrinkled.
Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain. After such high-intensity work, her printing skills have become so proficient that she can do it with her eyes closed, quickly and efficiently, and she has completely mastered the technique.
Most importantly, she was excited when she thought about what would happen when the photos were put to good use.
Just do it when you think of it.
Yang Mumu immediately took out paper, pen and ink and started writing the letter of complaint. She was left-handed and could use both hands, so she used her left hand to write.
It wrote about their gatherings, their long-term promiscuous relationships with both men and women, the fact that they took photos of themselves as souvenirs, the channels through which they bought drugs, and so on.
In this era, there won't be much control over eating the whole family, and she won't die if she's tried to murder her, but it's a different story when it comes to promiscuous relationships between men and women. The controls will be more active than one person, and if you add the drugs, and the gathering of people for incest, it will definitely be strictly controlled. Add to that the bad influence and if you catch them in the act, you can imagine what the result will be.
And the drama they acted out with her yesterday will also become proof that they are trying hard to cover up the dirty things they have done.
Even if they cry out for injustice later and say that she did it, who would believe it?
After all, who can prove that it was her who did it and what she did? She is a weak and powerless lesbian. She can't do anything to a few tall men, let alone 8 people. She can't let 8 people be together and do this or that.
But they themselves are the real evidence.
Yang Mumu wrote the report letter, put on the fast and not tiring Hot Wheels rubber shoes, disguised herself, put all the photos into the messenger bag, left the space, and walked out of the house.
His feet were moving so fast that it felt like he was stepping on a skateboard.
Wow, these shoes are amazing. Yang Mumu nodded with satisfaction and got down to work.
Six o'clock is the best time for everyone to get up, prepare breakfast and go out.
She was busy holding a pile of photos and having a lot of fun, putting them up as she walked, one here and one there, one for this household, one for that household, a few more at the home of a melon-eating expert, a pile at the entrance of the machinery factory, a pile at the supply and marketing cooperative where there were people coming and going, and a few more at the grain station.
High-definition face photos, folding photos, launching photos, close-up photos, and a few group photos.
After posting the photos for entertainment and gossip, it’s time for the real thing.
She packed the report letter together with a large stack of photos and put them in the mailbox of the street police station in her area when no one was around, so that her colleagues would see them as soon as they got to work in the morning.
After finishing all this, I went home and looked at the time. It was half past six, and only half an hour had passed.
The Hot Wheels rubber shoes are really good. Traveling a thousand miles a day is not a dream. They are the perfect shoes for escaping, hiking, and doing work.
After Yang Mumu finished everything, he closed the door and went to sleep.
Outside, separated by a wall, Yang Mumu's plan began to ferment, causing an excellent response.
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