No Pollution, No Public Harm

Chapter 92

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There were a few people around the table, their three eyes staring at the quiet notebook. For half a minute, none of the three of them said a word, and they thought to themselves, "What kind of cancer is in Lingtang's mind?"

After a while, Gan Qing asked softly, "It's you... Mom told you to take revenge?"

Quietly first nodded hesitantly, then shook his head.

Yu Lanchuan: "Is it true?"

Gan Qing raised her hand to hold him down, thought for a while, and then asked quietly, "Your Qinggong is good, who did you practice with?"

Quietly write: my mother.

As if she didn't know where to start, she paused for a while, and then gestured to Yan Hao. Yan Hao's sign language may not have passed the eighth mark. Brain waves, communicated silently for a long time, and looked at outsiders at a loss.

Only then did Yan Hao scratch his hair, daringly opened his mouth, and said "miaomiao", "Then... let me speak for her... She said that when something happened 30 years ago, several seniors of the beggar gang were killed by Yang. Ping dragged the drink, and Yang Ping sent people to go door to door to inform them that the gang in ambush took the opportunity to kidnap people at this time... Her eldest uncle was one of the messengers."

Quietly made two gestures.

Yan Hao: "Oh, she said that her mother came from a hard life. She was raised by her elder brother since she was a child. The two brothers and sisters have always depended on each other."

Gan Qing: "Sister Meizhen told me that Yang Ping colluded with the foot gang, and the messenger was actually opening the way for the kidnappers..."

Quietly waved his hands.

Gan Qing: "What?"

Yan Hao stammered and explained: "No, no, whisper that her eldest uncle has a very good relationship with several elders, and her grandfather is still the same class as a brother. The next day she found out what happened the night before, then The next time he left after delivering the letter, because it was too late, he didn't even enter the door, so he said a few words at the door."

Thirty years ago, the kidnappers of the Xingjiao Gang quietly entered the homes of several key members of the beggar gang and tied them up.

Several key families do not do business, and the door is not always open. At midnight, there should be some vigilance. Therefore, from Zhang Meizhen to Gan Qing and Yu Lanchuan, they all agreed that the reason why the kidnappers of the Xingjiao Gang succeeded is because of Yang Ping. Secretly colluding with them, taking advantage of the victim's family's trust in the messenger, and cheating to open the door, this is the only way to make a sneak attack.

"According to what you said, the messenger is innocent?" Yu Lanchuan said, "In that case, Yang Ping is also innocent, so why did you kill him?"

The quiet and clean little face shows the resentment like a vengeful ghost. This little girl has a pitiful girl's face, so the face changes quickly and the contrast is great, it is especially shocking to look at, like a skin under the skin. A creepy doll crawling with shadows.

"Yang Ping is not without..." She wrote on the notebook, the handwriting was like a sharp knife engraved on a stone tablet. The word "Gu" was not written for a long time, and the words became darker and darker, as if she could not control her hands. A big black circle was painted on the book, so that people could see at a glance that she was wishing Yang Ping an early rise to bliss.

"Don't worry, speak slowly," Gan Qing thought for a while, "At that time, there was such a big incident in the Beggar Gang, and it must be thoroughly investigated. Look at this from the beginning—your grandfather and the others were called away by Yang Ping. Yang Ping let him go, I don’t know what other people think, anyway, if I was there, I would think it was too coincidental, Yang Ping was suspicious, but the beggars didn’t doubt it.”

Yan Hao said quietly: "Because Yang Ping stood up for the first time in tears, saying that he had to save the game that day and killed so many people, and those reporters were like her uncle. He has a good reputation and is very close to the victim, so it's impossible to betray at the same time."

When outsiders conspiracy theories, they tend to talk with nose and eyes - for example, Zhang Meizhen has a complete set of guesses, but if one or two key links are not established, the conspiracy will become paper and thin.

Just as Yu Lanchuan said, if the messenger is not suspected, then Yang Ping is also indirectly excluding himself - he just saved a game, and several good friends who are loyal and courageous have saved with him, what could be wrong. Woolen cloth

Everything that happened after that must have been an unfortunate coincidence.

After quietly calming down for a moment, he wrote: My uncle said "he used me" several times. I left a letter to my mother and asked her to send it to my grandfather. After reading it, my grandfather took her home and found that my eldest uncle had already hanged himself. Later, my mother and my father were sent to the countryside by my grandfather.

Two young people with broken families, in an unfamiliar environment, naturally come together.

However, other young people are just beginning to love each other and share their youthful heartbeats with each other.

Quietly wrote: Later, with me, I was born unable to speak. My parents discussed how to live a good life and not go on like this. One of them was left to take care of me, and the other continued to investigate. I have seen my father. In a letter to my mother, he said that he had nothing left, but this home. I look like this, it must be retribution. They made an agreement for three years, and after three years, they will come back to live a good life. No matter what happened to the previous generation, let it pass, but...

However, he did not come back.

Gan Qing leaned back on the chair: "I have an observation, I don't know if it's right."

Yu Lanchuan immediately turned to look at her: "Huh?"

Gan Qing was silent for a moment, then waved his hand before saying anything: "It's nothing."

She thought, some unfortunate people with particularly rough fate, it is better to reflect on yourself more, don't always blindly feel the present and look forward to the future - don't these people find out? People like them, every time they say "I have nothing left, only..." this sentence pattern, they are about to lose the "only" behind.

Under the abyss, or the abyss, what is the lower limit of the fate of the ants

Gan Qing rolled her eyes and smiled quietly: "Go on."

Quietly wrote: My father has no news day by day, and my mother is getting worse and worse. Every time she talks to me, she takes a deep breath first, squeezes out a smile, and then deliberately keeps her voice very low, relying on this to remind herself to stabilize her emotions. She never spoke out loud to me, but when I was a child, I always Had a nightmare in which my gentle mother would suddenly turn into a vicious grimace, chasing after me and strangling me.

A child's eyes, like the sense of smell of a kitten or a puppy, can distinguish the joys and sorrows buried under the skin of adults and thought they were well hidden.

When she lost everything, but was firmly chained by a disabled child, and she couldn't die, no matter how she acted as if nothing happened, the poison in her heart would flow out through her breath, unless she died, she couldn't hide it.

Quietly: Once again, I had a nightmare and was so frightened that I climbed into my mother's house, only to see her sitting there with her hair disheveled, suddenly smashing her fist against the wall, making the white wall covered in blood. I've seen blood on the walls before, but she said it was left by fighting mosquitoes. I was so frightened at the time that I sat at the door and cried. When she heard the sound, she picked me up, rocked me, coaxed me to sleep, and said that even if I don’t be a human being, I will take revenge.

But she couldn't sleep, and the woman's trembling hand was about to strangle her.

This girl has a very split temperament, sometimes like a pure and flawless crystal, and sometimes like a ghost doll who grinds his teeth and sucks blood.

Presumably she was a natural mirror, faithfully reflecting the two faces of her mother by day and by night.

Yu Lanchuan knocked on the table and interrupted the mixed feelings of the others: "Wait, I still have a question, assuming that the messenger is innocent, then Yang Ping colluded with the gang and kidnapped the elder's family, what is it? How does it work? It doesn't really depend on luck, does it?"

Quietly blinked innocent eyes at him.

"You don't know either?" Yu Lanchuan said loudly, "If you don't know, you just draw a knife and cut people?"

Quietly bowed his head, and after a while, wrote in the notebook: I heard what Zhang Ruozhu from the Xingjiao Gang said.

When Zhang Meizhen and Gan Qing were reminiscing about the green years, they didn't even notice that there was such a kitten beside him. Quietly was really talented.

Quietly raised his eyebrows, he wrote again: Otherwise, how could the old man Yang expel his own son

Yan Hao respected Lao Yang's gang leader very much. Hearing her rude remarks, he stopped him and said, "Quietly..."

Quietly, as if his hands were about to fly, he gave him a string of sign language.

Gan Qing: "What did she say?"

Probably not a good word, Yan Hao blushed and shook his head vigorously, refusing to convey it.

Yu Lanchuan waved his hand: "How do you like to think - but this time you are lucky, Yang Ping killed himself and didn't give you a chance to stab you, next time, no one will be able to catch you, in two months. You'll be eighteen, then you won't even have a reason to take it lightly, so I trouble you all to calm down and live a good life?"

He was quietly trained not to look up.

Yu Lanchuan: "Also, it's a good thing to like small animals, but good things have to be measured. In the future, if you don't worry about the character of the adopter, you can either not give it to them, or simply implement the acquaintance introduction system - don't, again, let me hear 'high sky' It's illegal to break into a house without stealing, and a home camera can send you to the bureau."

Quietly looked at him in surprise, his eyes were a little flustered for a moment, and he swallowed. The little girl has no sense of city, and her facial expressions are clear at a glance. It's like giving evidence in court. Although I did it, how did you know that? I'm surprised.

"Who else can you have?" Yu Lanchuan was tired, reached out and gave Gan Qing a finger, "I don't have anything to ask anymore, let's go."

"I have one more question." Gan Qing squeezed his wrist and asked quietly, "Your father wrote the last letter to his family before he lost any news. Where is the approximate address?"

Quietly answered on the paper: Neighboring province, I don't know the exact address, I went to investigate, but I didn't know any clues.

Gan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly.

Quietly: Sister, what's wrong

Gan Qing stood up, glanced at her condescendingly, and pinched the girl's sharp little chin: "When I was seventeen, I was full of hatred like you."

Quietly blinked at her with big eyes.

"If I go back to that year now, I'll make up for it and take a college entrance exam." Gan Qing whispered, "But I don't have a second seventeen."

After she finished speaking, she walked out of the pet store under the watchful eyes of a house of cats and dogs.

Yu Lanchuan chased after three steps and two steps, and suddenly had the urge to do something, so before Gan Qing crossed the road, he grabbed her left hand hanging by his side. Gan Qing's left wrist has a blade hidden on it. This hand is equivalent to a murder weapon. She was caught off guard. She subconsciously wanted to break free, but Yu Lanchuan opened her five fingers and wrapped her "killer weapon" in her palm, tightly fitting. .

Gan Qing looked at him in surprise.

"Don't run a red light when crossing the road." Yu Lanchuan's eyes crossed the zebra crossing at the intersection and pinned it straight to the traffic light on the opposite side of the road, refusing to look back, "Can pedestrians break traffic rules casually?"