Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

"She reversed the confession!"

It is still in Liu Weidong's home.

Qian Shizhong sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, while Zou Ping was gritted his teeth.

"Dougs say bad people, a **** with thousands of people riding on thousands of people!" There was some crying and trembling in her grief and indignation, "I even invited her to eat in the house and feed it to the white-eyed wolf! Take a tortoise ..."

"Okay! What's the use of scolding her here?"

Yuan Xiaochuan put away the phone, his face was not good, he shook his head at the people in the living room.

"Nothing gets through."

At the celebration meeting a few days ago, Yang Sanli suddenly appeared and sounded the alarm for Lao Qian and them. At that time, their 18 black prison victims and Liu Weidong and his wife had agreed to meet regularly, exchange their voices, and jointly fight against Hong Daihai's gang of evil forces.

It didn't last a few days.

Yuan Xiaochuan got a bolt from the blue here.

Zhang Jie suddenly retracted the confession!

He hurriedly informed the old Qian and them, and invited everyone to Liu Weidong's house again to discuss countermeasures and cheer.

Unexpectedly, the number of people present this time was actually reduced by one-third.

Those who were absent, no matter how they contacted here, either hung up the phone or simply turned off their mobile phones. The meaning behind its actions is self-evident.

The atmosphere in the field was solemn for a while, and anger and hesitation spread between each other's breath.

Liu Weidong's temperament is warm, not seeing the atmosphere, and he took the initiative to comfort him and said:

"Don't worry too much, even if some of them turn over the confession, we still have us."

"Furthermore, the photos, surveillance videos and other physical evidence are all displayed there, which is enough to convict the Anyuan group."

Unexpectedly.

"Xiao Liu, think about it, are our enemies just the running dogs of Anyuan?"

Old Qian immediately retorted.

He didn't deliberately lose Liu Weidong's face, but he realized that most people in the field, like Liu Weidong, were just resenting the betrayal of Yu Zhang Jie and others, without realizing the true seriousness of the matter.

"Do not!"

"Our enemy has always been Hong Daihai."

He stood up and explained aloud.

"Those physical evidence can only point against the Anyuan gang. Only we can prove that everything is Hong Daihai's instigation, and Hong Daihai is the culprit behind it!"

"Yang Sanli's strategy against Zhang Jie is not to exonerate the running dog, but to save the dog owner Hong Daihai!"

"Comrades."

The old Qian's words are loud and loud.

"They are doing tail docking to survive! They are abandoning their cars to keep them handsome!"

Most of the people in the living room suddenly realized, and they screamed.

"Okay! Originally made this idea!"

"The brothers, we must not let him succeed, and we must not retract the confession!"

"Yes! Whichever confession is retrieved, whichever is raised by the turtle."

...

Seeing the aspiration on the court rose again, Old Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he still left a sentence on his lips and didn't say it, for fear of scaring these people. That is, once Hong Daihai succeeds, he won't die if he fights snakes, he will definitely suffer from it.

How terrible the injury today is, how cruel the revenge tomorrow will be!

So he took advantage of the atmosphere.

"Comrades, I think it is precisely because of this betrayal that we have to learn lessons. We should be closer, more united, encourage and supervise each other."

He took advantage of the trend and took out a "statement" that had been prepared a long time ago.

"I have prepared a statement here. It basically means that we must unite and help each other to fight against the evil forces headed by Hong Daihai. All confessions shall be subject to the current confession. If you withdraw the confession in the future, it will be caused by threats. "

"I suggest that everyone come to swear, sign, and handprint."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the field was slightly stagnant.

Someone said displeased:

"Old Qian, don't you believe us?"

Old Qian waved his hand quickly, just about to explain.

"I sign!"

The rural aunt Cao Xiaofang grabbed it one step at a time. She picked up her signature pen, "brushed" her name, and pressed her fingerprints heavily.

But his mouth was saying something completely different from the decisive action.

"I'm Cao Xiaofang, a rural woman who has no money and power. I have been fighting with the Red Mao Company for ten years. People around me laughed at me stupidly, and my children didn't understand me, and almost died in a stone prison."

"I'm old, tired, unable to fight."

She looked around at the people in the living room, her eyes gushing with anger, so scorching that they dared not look closely.

"So if I can't bring down Hong Daihai this time, I'll hit and die in front of the Red Mao Building!"

…………

When Cao Xiaofang returned home, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

To be precise, this is not her home, but the home of her eldest son Xu Dahua. In the past ten years, in order to pursue the truth about the death of her youngest son Xu Shaobin, and to seek justice, she has long left the house and land of her rural hometown and chose the home of her elder son as her home base.

She knew that the eldest daughter-in-law, Shaofen, would not wait to see her, and walked in the door lightly, and went to the kitchen to have a bowl of noodles for dinner.

But when he arrived in the living room, he unexpectedly saw the eldest son and his wife sitting at the dining table.

The daughter-in-law also got up enthusiastically, instead of calling her "old woman" uncharacteristically, she called "Mom" instead.

"Mom, come back. Come and eat soon, we'll wait for you for a long time."

Only then did Cao Xiaofang notice that the dinner table was full of dishes, and that one large plate was actually her favorite "sweet and white". This is strange. She only likes this sweet, fat and greasy thing at home, and her son, daughter-in-law, and grandson are not willing to taste it.

"Is this the sun coming out from the west?"

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

The daughter-in-law took a bite of a "mother", calling it sweeter than when she gave a red envelope at a wedding, and she graciously took out the dishes, served the rice and served the soup. The eldest son was watching, silent like a stone.

Until Cao Xiaofang sat down uncomfortably and just picked up his chopsticks.

The eldest son opened his mouth angrily.

"Have you gone to Liu Lizi's house again?"

Cao Xiaofang knew that the eldest son did not like her struggle, and only vaguely returned:

"I am busy."

"Didn't I tell you not to go again?"

The eldest son's tone was very hard, and Cao Xiaofang frowned.

"I said, there are some things to discuss."

"Is there anything to discuss? I have said it several times. This time I should stop if I get the compensation. You can't beat Hong Daihai!"

"compensation?!"

Cao Xiaofang was in a gloomy mood, but this time, he ignited his anger.

"Am I doing it for money? I do it for Shaobin!"

However, the eldest son, who has not talked much this time, did not even give in to end the quarrel.

"Shaobin is dead long ago!" He stood up, "Mom, you can't toss the living for the dead!"

At this time.

Suddenly the door bell of "dingdong" rang in the hallway.

The daughter-in-law pushed the eldest son, but the emotional mother and son ignored him.

"What is called a living person? What is called a dead person?"

Cao Xiaofang also dropped his chopsticks and got up from the chair, every wrinkle on his face trembling with anger.

"Shaobin is your brother and my son!"

"Shaobin is your son, am I not?"

His eyes were red.

"In the past ten years, you have never cleaned the house or cooked a meal. You were not there when Shaofen was in confinement; you were not there when the second sister was married; in the past few years, I was hospitalized in a car accident. Still not here! Every day I run around, this home is just a hotel for you!"

The anger in Cao Xiaofang's heart seemed to be drowned out by a basin of cold water.

"I know, but just take it down..."

"Do you know? Then do you know that business in my shop is not good. Every ten days and a half, someone will check it and make trouble. Do you know that Shaofen is a slapstick in the company, working overtime the most, with bonuses? At least; do you know that Yang Yang's withdrawn character and poor grades are because he was isolated by his classmates and bullied at school?"

Cao Xiaofang was silent for a while.

Of course she knew.

In recent years, since she came into contact with the truth and touched the red grass's sore feet more and more, these overt and secret crowding and blows have swarmed from all directions.

Some of them come directly from Hong Daihai’s dog legs; some come from people who please Hong Daihai; some come from people who fear Hong Daihai; and even worse, they come from people who follow the trend and do evil.

She gritted her teeth and dismissed it, and these squeezing and blows naturally turned to the person closest to her.

Cao Xiaofang knew that because of this, people around him laughed at him, and his son blamed her.

But.

Is it wrong to pursue the truth? Is it wrong to be fair? Is it wrong to do the right thing?

Even if there was a mistake, in the past ten years, this matter has become her obsession and the motivation for her to live. Now, seeing that everything will be complete, how can she give up, how can she be willing to give up?

She was speechless and had to change the subject abruptly.

"Yang Yang?"

This is her lovely grandson, a lubricant for her increasingly rigid relationship with her son.

"In the bedroom, sleep."

The son also replied abruptly, followed by a long silence.

until.

"Ding Dong."

The door bell rang again.

This time he didn't need to push his daughter-in-law any more, so he got up and opened the door.

Cao Xiaofang was unconsciously relieved, she picked up the chopsticks, but was upset and couldn't get rid of the chopsticks. She vaguely heard a brief and inexplicable conversation at the door.

"Are you there?"

"exist."

Afterwards, there was a mess of footsteps.

She looked back in amazement and saw her son returning to the dining room with a stubborn face. Behind him were four suspected doctors in white coats.

The reason for the suspicion is that these four people are big men with strong builds, and their hair is very thick.

When Cao Xiaofang looked at the four people, the four white coats also smiled at her, showing four sets of white teeth.

For no reason, a shivering sensation spread from her tail vertebra all the way to her scalp.

She asked her son.

"What do they do?"

"They are doctors."

"Doctor? Yangyang is sick?"

"Mom, you are sick."

"Why am I sick?"

"Your brain is sick."

………

After half an hour.

Xu Dahua sat down alone at the dinner table with a face made of wood.

A white coat went and returned.

"Sign it."

He put a page of the form in front of Xu Dahua.

Xu Dahua didn't respond, just stared at the sweet dish. There was a layer of sugar sprinkled on the cold and greasy fat, and he hadn't moved a bite.

The white coat smiled.

"do not worry."

He said.

"The money has hit your card."

"Your shop has never been harassed ever since."

"Your wife can go to work in the group tomorrow."

"Your son can transfer to a key high school in the city and study top class."

Xu Dahua gave an impenetrable "um".

He signed his name on this form, which was titled "Red Mao Mental Hospital".