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Text 1818 The injustice is redressed

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    "Okay, let's give it a try as you say. What are you going to do?" Fan Jinqiang asked.

    "It's very simple, treat the other person in his own way, pretending to be a ghost." Wang Baoyu said.

    ¡°Don¡¯t scare him to death, otherwise, problems will arise.¡± Fan Jinqiang reminded.

    "Don't worry, he won't remember anything afterwards." Wang Baoyu was full of confidence.

    Fan Jinqiang asked Wang Baoyu to wait for notification, and he began to prepare to induce Zeng Daming to confess. Although it was wrong to do so, the matter was so important that he had to resort to any means.

    Wang Baoyu also started making preparations. He went to the flea market and bought a set of shabby clothes from the 1960s. He also bought a pair of black cotton shoes, a broken hat, and of course, a wig and a fake beard.

    That night, Fan Jinqiang called and said that everything was arranged. They would meet at a certain street corner at eight o'clock and then go to a farmer's home.

    This matter was arranged very secretly. Fan Jinqiang did everything by himself. He first gave Zeng Daming psychedelic drugs through drinking water, then tied him up and smuggled him to a long-uninhabited grassland in the suburbs.  room.

    The risks are self-evident. If Zeng Daming ran away or was discovered, it would be a sensational event. Fan Jinqiang also risked his big-brimmed hat to be taken off and believed in Wang Baoyu again.

    Wang Baoyu was not in a hurry to go. He first found Xiaoyue and asked her to put on makeup for him, making him look miserable and dishonest. Then he put on the shabby clothes and shoes, a shabby hat, hair and beard.  At first glance, hey, this one really looks like a refugee fleeing from famine.

    Therefore, when Wang Baoyu poked his head out of the car window, Fan Jinqiang was almost startled. Then he understood and laughed and said, "Brother, it's a pity that you don't make a movie."

    "Don't mention this, I got shot last time when I was filming a movie. I'm scared to think about it now," Wang Baoyu said.

    The two people said a few words through the car window, and then headed towards the farmhouse in the suburbs one after another. After finding a secluded alley to stop the car, Fan Jinqiang took the hidden video equipment and followed Wang Baoyu through it.  The dirty yard entered the house.

    "Ghost." A frightened cry was heard. It was Zeng Daming's voice. It seemed that the psychedelic drug had already shown its effect.

    Wang Baoyu looked through the crack in the door, and what Zeng Daming was staring at in horror was a piece of tattered clothes hanging on the wall. His whole body was tied tightly by Fan Jinqiang, and he was struggling to twist on the earthen bed.

    "Brother, how did you find this place?" Wang Baoyu asked in a low voice, raising his thumbs up.

    "The Public Security Bureau doesn't even have this ability, why is it still called the Public Security Bureau?" Fan Jinqiang said disdainfully, and added: "This family has gone out to work and will not come back until the end of the year."

    "You are ready to record, I'm going in." Wang Baoyu made an OK gesture, pushed open the wooden door with a creak, and walked in slowly with a stiff body.

    "Who, who are you, ghost?" Zeng Daming, who was on the kang, saw Wang Baoyu clearly and immediately screamed.

    "Brother Daming, this is Huaizhuang, we meet again." Wang Baoyu said in a long voice, which sounded eerie, really like the voice of a ghost.

    "You, haven't you always called me eldest brother?" Zeng Daming asked with a horrified look on his face.

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    Fan Jinqiang outside the door almost laughed out loud. This little brother seems to never grow up, and he is really good at playing pranks.

    "Brother Huaizhuang, you have been dead for so many years, what are you doing here now?" Zeng Daming asked in a trembling voice.

    "If you can see me, it means you are dead too, and we can drink peanuts together again." Wang Baoyu said.

    "Oh, I really miss those days. Although I was poor, I was very happy. Although I am not short of money now, I always feel that something is missing in my life." Zeng Daming sighed repeatedly and murmured.

    "Can the eldest brother still remember his brothers occasionally?" Wang Baoyu wanted to know some of his grandfather's characteristics.

    "Of course, the Kuaishu you mentioned is so good. I can't get enough of it. You also like to hear me sing duets. It's a pity that you can never learn this. You can't find the tune and you are born tone-deaf. Haha." Memories.  Thinking of the past, Zeng Daming actually laughed bitterly.

    Hey, this old guy really has an unusual relationship with his grandfather. Wang Baoyu followed his words and said: "Brother, where did you go after we were separated from each other?"

    "Oh, I'm ashamed. I took over your Japanese wife. I went to Japan with her first, then moved to the United States and returned to the organization." Zeng Daming said.

    ?Damn, grandpa actually found a Japanese wife. This made Wang Baoyu feel quite depressed. He asked again: "Organization, what is an organization?"

    "Why did you forget? It's the star-shaped bronze medal on my body. You really shouldn't have discovered it. The organization has regulations and anyone who discovers it will die." Zeng Daming said.

    Wang Baoyu's head was buzzing, and he vaguely felt that his grandfather's death might have something to do with this Zeng Daming. He patiently pretended to be confused and asked: "I don't remember how I died. Brother, can you tell me how?"  Nothing happened."

    Zeng Daming¡¯s eyes evaded and he said vaguely: ¡°Everything in the world is unpredictable, so it¡¯s okay if you don¡¯t remember it.¡±

    Wang Baoyu's face sank and he said: "Brother, what you said is really unreasonable. You just robbed my unfaithful wife, and you still refused to tell me the truth. Look, I have been dead for so many years, and the Lord of Hell has been holding this  There is no reason why I should not be reborn.¡±

    "Really?" Zeng Daming asked in surprise.

    "Of course, I can't be reborn. My soul will just wander around. If nothing happens in the future, I will often visit your wife and children for you." Wang Baoyu said deceptively.

    "Don't scare them, brother. I'm sorry for you. You were pushed off the cliff and fell to death by me, but my conscience was not broken. I even buried you, otherwise you would have no bones left. Hey,  No, I was afraid of being discovered, so I went to the island country with your Japanese wife." Zeng Daming said.

    Grandpa was actually killed by this bitch. Wang Baoyu's blood surged in his head. He took off the hat on his head, cursed, and rushed forward desperately, punching and kicking Zeng Daming.

    "Fuck you, I'll beat you bitch to death." Wang Baoyu beat Zeng Daming to death with blood-red eyes. Zeng Daming was an old man and could not withstand such a fat beating. After a while, he was foaming at the mouth and his eyes were filled with tears.  Rolling his eyes, he could only breathe out but not in.

    Fan Jinqiang, who was recording outside the door, rushed in and grabbed Wang Baoyu tightly. He was not allowed to beat the suspect. This was one of the internal rules.

    "Let me go, Fan Jinqiang. Look what you did. I actually called the person who killed my grandfather so many times. Damn it, I'm going to kill him today." Wang Baoyu's eyes were red.  fell into madness.
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