Chapter 112 Kowtowed Three Times
"Three years ago, a high school senior who was a very good student jumped from the moat."
I'm a junior in college. There was a student in my high school who was in the top five of my class. He was a promising prospect that the teacher had chosen and could get into one of the top five universities in the country. He jumped into the river on the eve of the college entrance exam. I'm not sure if this ghost is talking about my classmate.
"Everyone is calling out the psychological pressure on senior high school students. I interviewed this student's teacher, and she said his family raises pigs and has a large farm."
"I conducted an in-depth interview with the student's family and learned that both his parents had passed away and he was the only one left at home."
"The night before this student jumped into the river, his home caught fire."
"I thought something was fishy, so I investigated."
"I traced it back to Zheng Shaohui."
[Oh shit, he's my classmate. At that time, he said his father sold several batches of pigs but never got paid, and still owed millions. Then his father went to collect the debt but never came back. His mother also mysteriously disappeared six months later, and then he jumped into the river.]
[I go, I feel wronged.]
I just checked Zheng Shaohui's pork company, and it's the largest in China. Many shopping malls and markets now source their products from him.
[Oh my god! I just received an offer from this company. Don’t tell me the company is going to collapse before I even start working.]
"I joined Zheng Shaohui's company as a financial officer."
"I found out that Zheng Shaohui was buying pork from farmers without paying them. In just six months, he had accumulated a considerable amount of money."
"When the farmer came to ask for money, Zheng Shaohui initially just asked the finance department to give him a few hundred yuan to get rid of the debt collector."
"Anyone who came to collect the debt more than twice was ordered by Zheng Shaohui to be beaten back."
"Later, news of swine fever spread, and no one dared to eat pork, causing pork prices to plummet."
"Zheng Shaohui gathered all the farmers who were demanding repayment and returned the money to them at the current price."
"A pig that could originally be sold for 2,000 yuan now only gets less than 100 yuan to the farmer, or even less."
"The farmers naturally refused. There were a few farmers who were particularly troubled. Each of them had a large farm. Zheng Shaohui owed them tens of millions of yuan."
"Later, these farmers stopped causing trouble because they were all dead."
"Because of the swine fever, sick pigs had to be buried. I saw with my own eyes those big pig farmers being pushed into the bottom of the pit and buried with the sick pigs."
The ghost reporter paused when he said this.
Even after becoming a ghost, he will always remember the scene.
Zheng Shaohui stood on a high place with a cigar in his mouth and a big belly, treating human life as worthless.
He commanded his men to bury the surviving farmers.
【Oh my god, there is such a thing. 】
What this reporter said is true. I married far away and had just given birth. My mother was originally reluctant to come because she was carsick. Then this morning she said that human bones had been dug up in the mountains near our home, where sick pigs were buried.
[No wonder Xuan Yue said last night that the following scenes were not suitable for display, and then ended the broadcast.]
"If that was the case, why didn't you stop it? You should have at least rescued him."
[You were being a saint earlier, weren't you? This reporter was clearly alone. How could he be saved? If he could be saved, he'd already be dead.]
"I took photos of the evidence, but there was no signal in the mountains. I was about to go down the mountain to call the police, and then I was discovered by Zheng Shaohui."
The ghost reporter pointed to the stitches around his neck and said, "Actually, there was no African swine fever back then. It was all a scheme by Zheng Shaohui to make money. He then continued to manipulate pork prices, driving them higher and higher. I failed to share the truth. I'm incompetent, and I'm guilty."
[No, you've done very well. Your mother is still waiting for you to come back.]
[Oh my god, there's still someone here who can use Xuan Yue to tell the truth. I wonder if there's such darkness elsewhere.]
My high school classmates and I have made an appointment to visit a child who might be three years old this year. If it weren't for Zheng Shaohui, he would probably be a very capable college student now.
The ghost reporter bowed towards the live broadcast room, and then his figure became more and more transparent until he disappeared.
Shen Wangshu received the final reward of Yin De.
She could even feel that a lot of merit had fallen on her.
She closed the live broadcast room without saying a word.
Ahhh, why isn't Xuan Yue talking?
[He starts and ends the show at will, not caring about our lives at all, and yet he still makes my heart flutter.]
[Wow, I'm so sad. I was one of those farmers back then. I sold 100 pigs to Zheng Shaohui and only received 10,000 yuan. I haven't raised pigs since.]
Thank you so much, Xuan Yue. My father also went to collect a debt and hasn't returned. The police just informed me that they found his remains through DNA. I'm so sad, so sad.
【Hug from the front.】
My dad is also one of the missing. My mom once had a dream where he told her that we might not be together in our next life because he was going to be reborn as an animal. He also told her that he would never eat pork again.
[Huh? The one in front, how can I eat pork from now on?]
The old lady watched Xuan Yue’s live broadcast room throughout.
She asked someone to send her to the haunted house.
She just wanted to find her son who had been missing for three years, but she didn't expect her son to suffer such a crime.
The old lady cried as long as the car drove.
She arrived at the haunted house and the staff took her to a room covered with ghost talismans.
The environment clearly looked very gloomy, but when the old lady saw the person floating there, she could no longer control herself and burst into tears.
She walked over and wanted to hug her son.
But her hand went through her son's body.
The old lady cried out, "Son, my son."
"Your son is unfilial and cannot provide for your old age."
The old lady shook her head, tears welling in her eyes: "My son has suffered."
Her old hand rested on the neck with the stitched wound: "It must be very painful."
He shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."
"Nonsense, how could it not hurt?" the old lady cried, "You are a great hero, a great hero in my heart. Blame me, I wish I could have found you earlier."
The ghost reporter shook his head and said, "Mom, I'm leaving now. Please come down later while I go and set up our home. I failed to honor you in this life, so I'll protect you in the next."
No matter how reluctant the old lady was, she had to let her son go.
She watched her son disappear before her eyes, and her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe.
It took a long time before I left the haunted house.
She was sending her son off with her youth, and was going to bring back her son's body.
When she left, the old lady knelt down facing the haunted house and kowtowed three times.
Tears fell to the ground.
"Thank you, Xuan Yue, thank you."
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