A day later, Jianguo Chen returned and handed Yang Xuan a list of names.
"Sir, because a lot of time has passed, we only found six people related to the incident that day," Jianguo Chen said.
"What's the reason?" Yang Xuan looked at the names of the six people, and his eyes turned cold.
"Six years ago, the contractor of the road paving project, Guo Fu, was a pedophile. It was late that day, and a little girl passed by. Guo Fu saw her and had bad intentions. Teacher He Hua happened to pass by and saved the little girl, preventing the tragedy from happening. In the end, the little girl ran away. Guo Fu tied He Hua up and buried him in the roadbed with a few of his men."
Yang Xuan's eyes turned even colder. He looked at Jianguo Chen and said word by word, "The little girl didn't tell her family? Didn't she call the police? "
Jianguo Chen shook his head. "What we found was that the little girl was young. She thought that someone was joking with her and didn't say anything when she went back. There were no witnesses at the scene, so the police couldn't find anything six years ago."
Yang Xuan smiled, but his smile was as cold as ice.
He stared at Jianguo Chen and asked, "Where is she?"
"Due to lack of evidence, she was released after the detention period." Jianguo Chen lowered his head and clenched his fists.
He also had a daughter, and he hated that he couldn't eat this kind of scum.
Yang Xuan picked up the paper in his hand again. There were names, photos, and detailed addresses on it.
"It's all right. You can go out first," he said lightly.
After Jianguo Chen left, Yang Xuan put the paper away as if nothing had happened. After watching Xiao Jing cultivate for a while, it was already ten at night.
"I have something to do." He smiled and said.
"Okay, I'll continue to cultivate." Xiao Jing didn't ask why Yang Xuan was going out and nodded.
She was now completely immersed in cultivation and wanted to catch up with Yang Xuan as soon as possible.
Yang Xuan patted her head and then left the villa.
In a low-rise shantytown in Ping Hai City, a shirtless man threw the tools in his hand to the side. After taking a big gulp from a beer bottle, he let out a comfortable groan.
"You're called Feng Guiping?" A cold voice suddenly appeared behind him.
The man was startled and hurriedly turned around. There was a figure in the darkness. It was very blurry and he couldn't see the face clearly.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Are you Feng Guiping?" The figure in the dark continued to ask.
"I'm Feng Guiping. You are?" Feng Guiping was puzzled.
"Six years ago, during the construction of the East Latitude Road, you buried a person." The figure in the darkness enunciated each word clearly.
Feng Guiping trembled and her face turned pale. She shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart. "
The figure in the dark smiled and walked up to Feng Guiping.
"Since ancient times, people's hearts have been the darkest. People like you shouldn't be living in this world." Yang Xuan's voice was very calm, but it was as cold as ice.
Feng Guiping's body trembled slightly, but she still said stubbornly, "You're a police officer? You need evidence. What evidence do you have to say that I buried a person? "
Yang Xuan shook his head. There was a trace of pity in his eyes. He said calmly, "I don't need evidence. What I need is your repentance."
"What?" Feng Guiping was confused.
In the next moment, a black pool appeared under his feet. Countless dark skinny arms reached out from the pool and climbed up Feng Guiping's legs. They dragged him down and kept sinking.
Feng Guiping screamed in fear. However, no matter how loudly he screamed, his voice was limited to the area in front of him. Not a single sound could be heard.
"Spare me, spare me …" He shouted in fear. However, before he could finish, a rotten hand covered his mouth and dragged him into the pool.
"Go and repent in your hell."
The pool disappeared without a trace.
That night, in various places in Pinghai, including Feng Guiping, five people disappeared mysteriously. They disappeared from the world without leaving a trace.
They would all pay the price for their crimes. They would repent in hell for all eternity.
In a small villa in the suburbs.
The potbellied Guo Fu slapped the face of the woman in front of him. He scolded, "B * tch, I paid for it. I can play with it however I want. Don't be so shameless."
The woman was in so much pain that she cried. She covered her face and cried, "Brother Guo, please spare me. I beg you."
"F * ck, did I pay for it just to see your crying face?" Guo Fu drank a lot. He scolded, "Scram, scram, scram, don't let me see you again. Scram."
The woman felt as if she had been pardoned. She scrambled out of Guo Fu's villa.
Guo Fu seemed to have a stomach full of anger. He kicked the large wolfdog beside him. The large wolfdog whimpered and ran to the side.
"F * ck, you're also a coward. I let you have some fun and you didn't even move. I was blind to raise you." Guo Fu scolded. He seemed to be still angry. He picked up the bottle beside him and was about to throw it out.
At this moment, a voice came from behind him.
"You're Guo Fu?"
Guo Fu quivered. The alcohol had dissipated a lot. He turned around and saw an ordinary-looking young man.
"Who are you? How did you get in? "Guo Fu scolded.
"Six years of money, Dongwei Road project. You buried a person alive."
"You're a police officer. F * ck, I don't know anything. If you have evidence, arrest me. If you don't, scram." Guo Fu's attitude was very arrogant.
"Did you do it?" Yang Xuan's voice was very soft, but there was a faint red glow in his eyes.
"So what if I did? So what if I did it? "Guo Fu's expression was a little crazy. His voice was very loud." Do you have evidence? "
"Evidence?" Yang Xuan shook his head gently. "Go and talk to it about evidence."
"Talk to who?" Guo Fu didn't understand and asked.
But in the next second, he knew who the young man in front of him was talking about.
Because the large wolfdog he raised was already standing in front of him, panting. There was a dangerous and crazy red glow in the dog's eyes.
"Before you die, repent."
Yang Xuan said indifferently. Then, he turned and left.
Behind him, the wolfdog had already pounced on Guo Fu with red eyes.
"Ah … Dog, what are you doing? Ah, shut up … Help … Help … Don't go, I was wrong, I was wrong …"
…
Two days later, Yang Shuqin was crying in front of her husband's photo. Her pale face and red swollen eyes showed her sadness.
It had been six years. Her husband had been missing for six years. She had almost lost all hope. Her only hope was just a fantasy in her dream.
Now, her dream had been shattered. That last bit of fantasy had also been shattered. Just like her heart, it had been shattered.
Tears streamed down her face and hit the bedsheets, splashing plum blossoms.
"Mom, mom." He Xiaoli, whose eyes were also red and swollen, suddenly rushed in with her phone.
Yang Shuqin raised her head and looked at her.
"Mom, look, look, that bastard was bitten to death by a dog. He's dead." He Xiaoli held the phone in front of Yang Shuqin while crying.
On the tear-stained phone screen, a piece of news came into view.
"The general manager of Changfu Construction Company, Guo Fu, was bitten to death by a dog at home. His body is in pieces …"
"God has eyes …" Yang Shuqin could no longer hide the sadness in her heart. She hugged He Xiaoli and cried loudly.
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