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Uncle Cheng and Zhilin Han froze, Ji Fangming handed the letter to Uncle Cheng and said.
"This is the last thing he left behind."
Uncle Cheng wanted to open the envelope, I reached out to stop him and said.
"This is his explanation to you, to us, and to the whole village. Let's read it together."
Han Fushan's final attitude convinced me that the content of the letter was to help resolve the misunderstanding between us and the village, and it was also his own statement.
As for why I believe so, it is ridiculous to say, because he is the head of Hanjia Village, named Han Fushan
When we returned to the village, it was completely dawn, but there were already many people gathered near Han Zhilin's house.
Seeing us appear, someone shouted in horror.
"They showed up, they showed up!"
Then, all eyes looked over, staring at us with hatred in their eyes.
I looked at them in full armor and said in a deep voice.
"Please be quiet, everyone. I know you want us to die immediately, but please give us some time to finish reading a letter. If you still maintain your original thoughts after listening to the letter, we will do whatever you want."
The villagers looked at me with puzzled eyes, and someone shouted.
"Don't believe what he said, they killed so many people, and now even the village chief is missing, he must have been killed by them too!"
Ji Fangming sighed: "Think about it, if we really killed someone, would we come back? Uncle Cheng, open the letter."
Uncle Cheng nodded and opened the envelope tremblingly. Following his actions, the villagers who were filled with righteous indignation gradually became quiet.
They are curious, but we already know the ending.
"I am Han Fushan. When everyone reads this letter, I will already be dead. You don't have to feel sorry for me, because people like me are not worth it. The content of the letter is what I want to say, and all the old people in the village know it. I also believe that you can tell the true from the false of my handwriting, well, I won¡¯t talk about the extra nonsense.¡±
After reading this, the villagers completely fell silent.
Uncle Cheng continued trembling.
"Baishan, Yiping, Lao Xia and Han Gui were all killed by me, because I am old and confused, seeing them have children under their knees, but I am alone, I am not reconciled, so I find someone Kill them, and then plant all this on Han Zhilin, you may not believe it, but you guys ask yourself, this year, who has not complained that the phantom plant's business is not doing well? I didn't kill people for money, but it was more terrible than money .¡±
The villagers all looked at us in shock, their eyes full of disbelief.
"I'm sorry for the Han family village, I'm sorry for everyone's trust in me, I have no face to say anything else, I just hope you don't embarrass them, they are victims, everyone is a victim, it is my fault, Han Fushan."
The content of the letter was not long, so after Uncle Cheng finished speaking, he walked over and handed the letter to the old man in the village.
"Secretary, Lao Yuan, you all have a look to see if this is the handwriting of the village chief."
The old people in the village looked at it one after another, then trembled all over, and trembled.
"Why, how could you do such a thing, I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
Uncle Cheng shouted at the branch secretary.
"Wake up! You know the village chief's handwriting best. How dare you say it's not true? Do you know that because of your unbelief, it is very likely that Mr. Wang and the others will be wronged! Even more people will be killed. , don¡¯t you think Baishan¡¯s death is not enough!¡±
The branch secretary looked at Uncle Cheng in a daze, then squatted on the ground and cried.
The old man is not young anymore, the respect and relationship of a lifetime suddenly collapsed, not everyone can bear it.
The most unbearable are these old people.
On the contrary, those young and middle-aged people are more acceptable.
As several old people nodded one after another, the scene was filled with a depressing atmosphere.
Especially for the son of the deceased, their mood may be more complicated.
However, handwriting alone was obviously not enough. We went to Han Fushan's house according to the content of the letter, found the hidden compartment in the wall, and then found the recording pen mentioned in Han Fushan's letter.
Turning on the recorder is the process of him and the Tianmen people's plan against us and how to kill Han Yiping and Han Gui.
However, some unknown secrets have been hidden.
Now, the evidence is conclusive, combined with considerations of human nature, that is, Han Zhi.?No one has to believe the relationship with his father.
The branch secretary fainted on the spot, and the other villagers were silent for a while, before asking where Han Fushan was.
I said: "Han Fushan took the bomb and died with his accomplices. They all fell into Longyou Ridge and could not be found."
Although many villagers questioned the ending full of loopholes, there was no voice of doubt.
Because of this matter it's time to pass.
The old man in the village sighed twice, as if infected, and the others followed suit.
Han Zhilin said when the old people asked the deceased's son what he thought.
"Everyone is dead, I have nothing to say, but I have something that I have kept in my heart for a long time."
Everyone looked at him, Han Zhilin said complicatedly.
"It's true that I hate him and wish he died, but his contribution to the village is also true. I am grateful for his contribution"
After a pause, Han Zhilin looked at the crowd and paused every word.
"You shouldn't hate him, you shouldn't scold him, let alone insult him!"
"You" naturally refers to the ordinary villagers except the big-headed people. This is what Han Zhilin and Uncle Cheng said from the bottom of their hearts.
Because they saw Han Fushan's "madness" with their own eyes and understood this madness firsthand.
I recalled the scene when I met Han Fushan for the first time on the mountain.
At that time, the giant city had not yet opened, so he put aside the phantom plant he had prepared earlier, and told Uncle Cheng to take the phantom plant away.
Thinking about it now, what he said before he died was true.
The villagers looked at Han Zhilin silently, and there was no sound at this time.
Those who deserved to die died, and those who did not deserve to die also died.
This incident ended without end, even though it left the villagers with too many doubts and disbelief.
But it has nothing to do with oneself, who is not like this?
A group of six of us left Han Fushan's house under the watchful eyes of the villagers, and then called the Xuanmiao real person in the hospital to ask about the injuries of Xiaxuan Chengzi and Cui Jin, and learned that they had awakened, but the injuries must not be just like this Get well soon.
Master Xuanmiao asked me if the matter of the Han Family Village had been resolved. Looking at the empty Han Family Village, I always felt that something was missing, so I sighed for a while and said.
"The matter has been settled, but Han Family Villagemay have to go their separate ways."
The old people in the village came over, bowed deeply to us, and left without saying anything.
The six of us watched in silence, and from time to time, Wu Yexiang drove up. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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