No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 111

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"It's me." Yang Ping got a cigarette, his hands were locked on the table, only his fingers could move, holding the cigarette in between, he put his face up to inhale, a large mouthful of nicotine entered his lungs, cloudy mountains and fog in his chest After walking around the ground, he spit it out, and he sighed, "I asked someone to light the fire, but I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't want to kill so many people."

Team Miao raised her eyebrows out of her hairline and said in her heart, "It wasn't intentional. Do these bastards have other words?"

"Why lie to you? There's no need for that," Yang Ping said casually, staring at the smoke rising from his fingertips, "Actually, as long as there are casualties, my goal has been achieved. It's not good for everyone, right? I really didn't expect that there were flammable and explosive materials in that broken factory building, and it would explode if I clicked on it. A good place for idiots to choose, even if you eat shit, you can forget to put salt."

Team Miao asked coldly, "Did you come up with the idea of faking the kidnapping case?"

"How can you," Yang Ping pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile, "Could I have come up with this bad idea? When I heard it, it was the elders of the beggar gang who didn't dare to make trouble, and there was a hole in their brains—you If you say you fake a kidnapping case, can you fake it for a lifetime? Don't people have to come back in two days? The gang is old and young, and their brains are not very good. When I was talking to me about this, it happened that Wang Jiusheng was at my place. Wang Jiusheng and I were not friends, but we both had one goal, that is, to let Zhang Meizhen die farther away. Because it was inconvenient for the beggar gang to meet Wang Jiusheng, I let him He avoided it for a while, and when the two idiots were sent away, Wang Jiusheng came out and told me that this matter can be faked."

The tone of Yang Ping's remarks was like a statement "I ate noodles yesterday". So many people died, it seems that he was just careless and accidentally fried the brine. There are blue-purple veins on his skin, the back of his hands and temples. The forensic doctor said that this should be similar to a stimulant, with a method of use that has not yet been studied - that is, what they call "evil power", which can Stimulate the potential of the human body, allowing him to burst into power beyond physical conditions in a short period of time.

Any drug that acts on the nervous system will change the physiological structure of the brain to a certain extent. Team Miao didn't know whether Yang Ping was born cold-blooded, or whether he practiced evil exercises and went crazy. Anyway, he didn't look like a human being.

"Then we split up. He arranged for a few hot-blooded idiots to rob people, so I found two little brothers, searched for a few gangsters who couldn't get along, and let them set fire to it... That's it. This kind of offends the enemy, or owes others to usury."

Team Miao asked, "Do these people know the consequences of their actions? Do they know anyone in the factory they ordered?"

Yang Ping laughed: "What you asked is really innocent. Didn't I say it all just now, these people can't get along, they are desperate and can't live. Put yourself in the shoes and think about it. Think, someone came to give you money at this time and promised to arrange you to go out of town and let you be a new person. What are you doing? You definitely don’t dare to cut people in front of you, but throwing a cigarette butt is not troublesome. It doesn't matter what the consequences are! Comrade police, you will understand when you are my age, all heroes are having nightmares, and all cowards dare to take risks blindfolded."

At first, Team Miao thought it made sense, but it took a while to react. Yang Ping's last words focused on the first half of the sentence, that is, "Heroes all have nightmares". After all this, he could still keep calm. Take pity on Di Gu Ying!

Yang Ping was shriveled and thin, and described as ferocious. From head to toe, there was nothing likeable. His mother refused to take care of him when he was a child, his father cut him off when he grew up, his friends came and went in pursuit of fame and fortune, his wife and children regarded him as the source of his life's misfortune - so he had to Intensified narcissism, love to death, love like the sea.

"Who knew the broken Feng Shui in that old factory building, not a single person ran out, and all died in it, we really didn't think about it," Yang Ping said, "This basket is a little big, and we are all panicked about this. The follow-up was arranged by Wang Jiusheng, and the fools of the gang took the blame and entered the game, and the rest were sent away, including my two little brothers."

Team Miao: "A flour mill in a neighboring province?"

"Well, it should be," Yang Ping nodded, "the flour mill should have come later, I don't know, and it must have traveled to many places. Wang Jiusheng has so much money, why is it difficult to arrange two people? I'm busy practicing. I don't have much time to mind their business."

Team Miao's eyes fell on the blood vessels in his hand: "What kind of gong do you practice?"

Yang Ping glanced at him lightly: "For a layman, you don't understand."

Team Miao: "Where did you learn it?"

"The world's evil demons and heretics are all in the Xu family." Yang Pingran replied, "My kung fu is called 'reborn', that is, only people with congenital deficiencies and all meridians can practice it. A young man who knows how to watch TV and play with his mobile phone can’t even think of it. He has to be trained by the hardest-boned person, and it is tailor-made for me. Maybe God also knows that if I don’t take revenge with Wei Xiao, I will die. I can't close my eyes."

Team Miao asked, "Why did they give it to you?"

"Otherwise it will be lost, and no one can practice." Yang Ping spread his hands, "The Xu family was at its most prosperous, in the era of Xu Zhao more than 30 years ago, you can count your fingers, Xu Zhao has to live until now. How old are you? One hundred and one hundred and one hundred and two years old, isn't he not a man? If Xu Zhao's backbone is gone, their 'Xu family' is not getting better every day. Infighting, all day long, I'm either brainwashing the empty left-behind old people in the ravines, or I'm going to cheat money with something like 'Elysium'. I'm the young master of the beggar gang, and I'm giving them face by messing with them."

Team Miao: "Who introduced you to them?"

Yang Ping smiled meaningfully: "You are quite quick to respond - also Wang Jiusheng."

"After the fire, I didn't have much contact with Wang Jiusheng. He suddenly came to me one day and said that Zhu Cong, that little brat, had somehow hugged Wan Mu Chun Weihuan's thigh and was investigating old cases. I said Wan Mu Chun is a piece of shit, Wei Xiao is a villain who can only hide his head and show his tail. What can his cowardly apprentice have new? Wang Jiusheng told me that Wei Huan had already betrayed his teacher and officially drank the water that their ancestors washed their hands with. , In order to find someone, he sold his body to the Xu family, and killed them for them. Wei Huan is nothing, but the Xu family can't be underestimated... But everyone is trying to make a living. If you have money and power, you will have a foundation for cooperation. There's nothing to talk about."

"We ate a few meals together. Both sides were sincere. The Xu family lacked capable people to help them with their affairs. As for me, as long as I can seek revenge from Wei Xiao, I can do anything. , Wei Huan is not very useful, and besides, that kid has the same virtue as Wei Xiao, and every day feels that he is superior to others, he is really not very obedient, and Zhu Cong is a ticking time bomb."

Team Miao: "So you led Wei Huan and Zhu Cong to the flour mill, and designed the explosion. Isn't the person in the flour mill your brother, killing your own people?"

Yang Ping said coldly: "If they are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

"How to say?"

"Neither of them are good things. They were arranged by Wang Jiusheng to go out to other places. They eat and do it all day long. They say that they have evidence of the year in their hands, and they live by extortion. Many times - they all know that I must have no money. This is what Wang Jiusheng told me later. Wei Huan and Zhu Cong pursued the old case, killed them all the way, and scared them both out of their urine. This time, those two nasty things found me on my head, so I wrote a letter and asked me to find a way. , and threatened me that if Zhu Cong found them, we would all have to finish the game. That letter fell into Yang Qing's hands, and I was almost beaten to death by that old man!" Yang Ping sneered, "In that case, It happened that I cooked them in one pot and killed them."

Team Miao was silent for a while, looked at Yang Ping, and suddenly smiled.

Yang Ping hated others laughing the most in his life, and his face immediately tightened: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at you," Team Miao said, "Uncle, you're quite funny, you know? You think you're a partner, but it's actually a bargaining chip between Wang Jiusheng and others for Wei Huan. The flour mill is Wang Jiusheng's business, and it's their territory. Your two stupid brothers wrote letters to threaten you on other people's territory, and you still believe that Wang Jiusheng and you are a group of victims? What do you think?"

When Yang Ping saw the photo Wang Jiusheng sent to Gan Qing, he knew that he had been betrayed, or he would not have confessed it happily. However, he still couldn't bear to be pointed out by others that he was being fooled, and his nostrils opened two black holes instantly. .

"The reason why Wei Huan and Zhu Cong checked the flour mill was because they heard that you had been beaten by your father for no apparent reason, and felt strange, so they went to check the people who were with you back then. You are the bait that Wang Jiusheng released. He's his backup scapegoat." Team Miao said word by word, "You didn't realize that all these things were planned by Wang Jiusheng from beginning to end, but didn't he come forward and do one thing by himself?"

The gray shirt of the Walking Foot Gang strode into the venue of the martial arts conference, and his mouth attracted everyone's attention: "Yang Qing, do you dare to answer, why did you break your own only son's leg and expel him from the beggar gang? "

The old helper Yang stood up slowly, holding his cane.

Gray Shirt strode forward, and one of his accomplices emerged out of nowhere, holding a very old-fashioned tape recorder. The gray shirt tore open the kraft paper bag three times and five times by two, and first took out a group photo from inside, with three young people on it, Yang Ping in the middle, and the other two were hooked on their backs: "The old man with the beggar gang remembers Well, Young Master Yang was very flamboyant when he was young, and he would not go out without two valet around him, but what about these two followers who are like shadows now? They disappeared without knowing it, aren't you surprised?"

After he finished speaking, he took out another tape from the kraft paper bag. It was a tape from an old-fashioned landline telephone in the past. It was very vicissitudes of life.

The gray shirt held the tape high above his head and displayed it for everyone to see. Then he sneered, stared defiantly at Zhang Meizhen, took the microphone away from her, and put the tape into the tape recorder.

After a long period of noise, a man's crying voice came: "Brother Yang, this is different from what we said, when you asked us to do that, you didn't say that so many people would die! What should we do now? what?"

"Didn't you agree to send the two of you out to hide first?"

As soon as the voice came out, the old people were in an uproar, it was Yang Ping.

"Then can we come back? Brother Yang, please, please tell us the truth. Xiao Qi and I have nightmares every day when we close our eyes."

Yang Ping in the tape recorder said, "Why are you two doing so much? They haven't wet their pants yet. They are the most involved in this matter, and they can't find you. Those who set fire, unless they don't want to live anymore, Otherwise, I won't talk about it, and it won't implicate you. Besides, can the bitter masters tell this clearly? Who planned the fake kidnapping case at the beginning - why did you two go out and hide? I was afraid of the two of you. Bear-like dew! Don't worry, a few months, just say a year or two, no one remembers this, you two will come back and do whatever you want."

Lao Song of the Beggar Gang was stunned for a long time, then looked up at Yang Qing in disbelief: "Old Gang Master..."

The Beggar Gang responded immediately: "This kind of recording can be faked."

"Isn't it?" Gray Shirt smiled calmly, "Before these two brothers escaped from Yanning, they really had a good heart and remembered to record the phone call, but they probably didn't expect that it took so long to be heard. Turn it out, technology has advanced so fast.”

"Even if it's true, how did this tape end up in your hands?"

"That's a good question, because we are also the masters of the gang," Gray Shirt clapped his hands and pointed at Ruan Xiaoshan with a "tsk", "Look, see what this person has become, senior, you've been in prison for seven years. Sit down, you know? From the beginning to the end, people are led by the nose!"

Ruan Xiaoshan seemed to have been stupid, and stood on the side blankly, with a soft "ah" sound as if his soul was out of his body.

Gray Shirt sighed and shook his head: "The two in the photo are also pitiful. They were used up and thrown away by Yang Ping, and they don't care. These two are hiding in Tibet and being hunted down by the descendants of Zhu's old family. It is really impossible to live. I went down and wrote to Young Master Yang to ask for help, but the result was nothing. Later, the two were killed and died in a little-known flour mill. Before they died, there might be a hunch that they entrusted these things to them. It was given to us Beiruo Master - Gang Master Yang, what was written in the letters before the death of the two wronged souls, you have read it, do you remember?"

Yang Qing finally opened his eyes and looked at him calmly. For some reason, seeing the old man's eyes, the gray shirt suddenly couldn't speak.

The last generation leader of the Beggar Gang, one of the five unique "Chuanglinfeng" Yang Qing finally said: "The letter says 'We are all doing things for you, you promised to protect us, you also promised, let the limelight pass, let it go. We went back to Yanning, but we hid in the east for more than ten years, and they all died'."

The noisy venue was silent for a while.

"Everyone, Meizhen didn't finish her words just now. It's my intention to ask Master Yu to invite the big guy here today." Yang Qing took another step forward slowly, "I'm here to plead guilty."

At this moment, in the guest room of the five-star Yanning Hotel, Wang Jiusheng took a telescope out of his pocket and looked out the window at the city scenery.

A middle-aged man with oily head and noodles has been pacing anxiously around him—if Ruan Xiaoshan is here, he may not recognize him. This famous middle-aged man is his little brother who worked in the hostel back then, claiming that he eavesdropped When the beggar gang conspired, let them destroy themselves step by step.

"Mr. Wang, does that work?" the middle-aged man asked. "It... even if it is taken to the police station, can it be used as evidence?"

"No," Wang Jiusheng said calmly, "for more than 30 years, the iron evidence has rusted into slag."

"Can… "

"But when it comes to this, Yang Qing will admit it himself." Wang Jiusheng said, "Otherwise, how could he explain the unexplainable expulsion of Yang Ping from the Beggar Gang? Back then, he wrote that letter out of selfishness. Maybe he hasn't slept for so many years, and he's still quibbling about it now? Don't worry, he didn't have that tongue... Oh, it's really here."

The middle-aged man looked up at him inexplicably, and Wang Jiusheng handed him the binoculars and pointed, "Then, did you see it, the police car - following our people."

The walking help disciple who brought the document bag to the gray shirt drove the car into a small courtyard, and was surrounded by a police car that appeared out of nowhere. He was tortured.

The small courtyard was less than 500 meters away from the hotel where Wang Jiusheng was hiding, and it could be seen clearly in the binoculars.

"Cut off the signal at the venue, ambushed the police, and wanted to lead me out," Wang Jiusheng laughed softly, "This is the handwriting of that little Master Yu... Are the little brats now so smart?"

The middle-aged man wiped a cold sweat and muttered, "This is too dangling."

"What is hanging, I already expected it," Wang Jiusheng said. "Besides, even if I go to the police, what can they do to me? I'm just avoiding trouble. Let's go, it's too close, the two of us. Also move a little further away."