Mo Shaohong's heart skipped a beat. He knew it was broken. Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness appeared in his heart. He felt that this was a big net, a big net that had been opened unconsciously and he had fallen into it. Those who pulled this net could easily grasp their life gate. As long as they moved a little, they would die.
Shaohong, don’t worry, this is the case, I let Hong Dapeng start investigating this case, don’t worry, although this kid is usually so naughty, he is still very quick to do things! Zhao Quan is an old official, and he soon realized that this matter should not be that simple, and the sudden call from above also gave him a chance to get rid of it.
Then I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao! Mo Shaohong said a few polite words and walked out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau. He swallowed his saliva, and felt as bitter as if he had eaten a few pounds of coptis chinensis.
The world is so cool!
No one can rely on himself anymore. Now he only depends on himself. Mo Shaohong went back in a hurry. He squatted under the locust tree outside the public security bureau and began to quickly sort out his thoughts.
Someone must be the mastermind behind this matter, but he didn't know who it was, and even with his current identity and status, the cause of all this seems to be related to his family's origins. The person who operated this matter must have enough contact with him, or did enough preparations, and after seeing the opportunity, he made a heavy blow.
The village official was photographed secretly and had a physical condition. He went to Liu Xia's house and was photographed secretly. When he returned home, he was busy with the orchard. The gap between them was only about ten days! Mo Shaohong began to analyze and organize carefully. Some fragments in his mind were connected little by little. Finally, his mind suddenly lit up and he stood up.
Yang Yaqian! Mo Shaohong gritted his teeth and screamed. In these different places, he almost saw Yang Yaqian's figure. Yes, it was her. Mo Shaohong thought of many details, and the more he thought about it, the colder he felt, but why did she treat herself like this?
Perhaps only she knew these things. Mo Shaohong shook his head, and he said he rubbed his face. Now that he figured it out, the next thing would be easier. She hired someone to hurt her second uncle and burned the house. She had no intention of stopping. She wanted to destroy her entire relationship network and connections. Liu Xia was a starting point. She wanted to make herself fall again when she stood up.
What a cruel method! Mo Shaohong gritted his teeth and snorted. He knew he could not compete, but he had to do something to ensure that he could lose was not so miserable.
Mo Shaohong drove back, and he had no idea who he was looking for now. Along the way, he carefully recalled the words of the second uncle. First, his body must force out all the toxins in his body, otherwise the toxins will be deeply rooted, and in the end, he will increase one point every time he uses his skills, and finally lead to his complete death.
When Mo Shaohong returned home, everyone was waiting for him. The villagers rushed to work, and the second uncle's tomb was actually ready in a very short time. It was hot and the body could not be released, otherwise it would smell bad. The Feng Shui master also said that today was a good day. Burying it early would accumulate good deeds for the younger generation, so everything was ready under the arrangement of the village chief Yang Sanwang. As long as Mo Shaohong came back, he would be buried.
Aunt Zhuang cried like a tearful person, and she couldn't stand steadily. Mo Shaohong put on a mourning uniform and helped Aunt Zhuang watch the coffin being carried to the cemetery by everyone, buried, filled the soil, and set up the grave. Finally, everyone dispersed.
Mo Shaohong stopped crying. He knew that no matter how much he cried, it would be useless. He did not persuade Aunt Zhuang because Aunt Zhuang was really sad. When the two of them returned, the village chief had already arranged to return the borrowed items one by one. Suddenly, the dilapidated yard became deserted again.
Aunt Zhuang was in poor spirits. Mo Shaohong sent her home and came back again.
Instead of cleaning up the miscellaneous items in the yard, he went straight to his second uncle's room
The house had already been dilapidated and exposed. The wall was covered with black dust and covered with wood ashes. Mo Shaohong didn't care about this. He jumped onto the kang, then measured ten inches on the kang, then measured ten villages upwards, tapped them gently with his hand, and then smashed them down with his fist.
He reached out and pulled out an iron box one and a half feet long from the broken wall
Shaohong, don’t worry, this is the case, I let Hong Dapeng start investigating this case, don’t worry, although this kid is usually so naughty, he is still very quick to do things! Zhao Quan is an old official, and he soon realized that this matter should not be that simple, and the sudden call from above also gave him a chance to get rid of it.
Then I'm sorry, Uncle Zhao! Mo Shaohong said a few polite words and walked out of the gate of the Public Security Bureau. He swallowed his saliva, and felt as bitter as if he had eaten a few pounds of coptis chinensis.
The world is so cool!
No one can rely on himself anymore. Now he only depends on himself. Mo Shaohong went back in a hurry. He squatted under the locust tree outside the public security bureau and began to quickly sort out his thoughts.
Someone must be the mastermind behind this matter, but he didn't know who it was, and even with his current identity and status, the cause of all this seems to be related to his family's origins. The person who operated this matter must have enough contact with him, or did enough preparations, and after seeing the opportunity, he made a heavy blow.
The village official was photographed secretly and had a physical condition. He went to Liu Xia's house and was photographed secretly. When he returned home, he was busy with the orchard. The gap between them was only about ten days! Mo Shaohong began to analyze and organize carefully. Some fragments in his mind were connected little by little. Finally, his mind suddenly lit up and he stood up.
Yang Yaqian! Mo Shaohong gritted his teeth and screamed. In these different places, he almost saw Yang Yaqian's figure. Yes, it was her. Mo Shaohong thought of many details, and the more he thought about it, the colder he felt, but why did she treat herself like this?
Perhaps only she knew these things. Mo Shaohong shook his head, and he said he rubbed his face. Now that he figured it out, the next thing would be easier. She hired someone to hurt her second uncle and burned the house. She had no intention of stopping. She wanted to destroy her entire relationship network and connections. Liu Xia was a starting point. She wanted to make herself fall again when she stood up.
What a cruel method! Mo Shaohong gritted his teeth and snorted. He knew he could not compete, but he had to do something to ensure that he could lose was not so miserable.
Mo Shaohong drove back, and he had no idea who he was looking for now. Along the way, he carefully recalled the words of the second uncle. First, his body must force out all the toxins in his body, otherwise the toxins will be deeply rooted, and in the end, he will increase one point every time he uses his skills, and finally lead to his complete death.
When Mo Shaohong returned home, everyone was waiting for him. The villagers rushed to work, and the second uncle's tomb was actually ready in a very short time. It was hot and the body could not be released, otherwise it would smell bad. The Feng Shui master also said that today was a good day. Burying it early would accumulate good deeds for the younger generation, so everything was ready under the arrangement of the village chief Yang Sanwang. As long as Mo Shaohong came back, he would be buried.
Aunt Zhuang cried like a tearful person, and she couldn't stand steadily. Mo Shaohong put on a mourning uniform and helped Aunt Zhuang watch the coffin being carried to the cemetery by everyone, buried, filled the soil, and set up the grave. Finally, everyone dispersed.
Mo Shaohong stopped crying. He knew that no matter how much he cried, it would be useless. He did not persuade Aunt Zhuang because Aunt Zhuang was really sad. When the two of them returned, the village chief had already arranged to return the borrowed items one by one. Suddenly, the dilapidated yard became deserted again.
Aunt Zhuang was in poor spirits. Mo Shaohong sent her home and came back again.
Instead of cleaning up the miscellaneous items in the yard, he went straight to his second uncle's room
The house had already been dilapidated and exposed. The wall was covered with black dust and covered with wood ashes. Mo Shaohong didn't care about this. He jumped onto the kang, then measured ten inches on the kang, then measured ten villages upwards, tapped them gently with his hand, and then smashed them down with his fist.
He reached out and pulled out an iron box one and a half feet long from the broken wall
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