The woman was still unhappy, "It's not me in the first place!"

Lao Du's next words made the woman angry again.

"It's your elder brother."

"Who are you talking about?" The woman took out her ears, which had just been filled with rainwater.

"It's your elder brother." Lao Du said again. After that, he looked at Mingxun and said, "I saw it with my own eyes. When can I get the money?"

Before Ming Xun opened his mouth, the woman had already rushed up to him.

She grabbed Lao Du's back collar with one hand, raised her other hand, and slapped Lao Du directly on the back of the head, and she cursed loudly.

The scoldings were all unpleasant.

Ming Xun raised his hand and hurriedly covered Shi Luo's ears to prevent these dirty words from getting into Shi Luo's ears.

Although Lao Du was older, he was still a man and had worked all year round. He opened the woman and pushed her, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

She was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that Lao Du, who had always been silent, would actually attack her. The woman reacted, crying and cursing, "My eldest brother is an innocent person, but if you touch him with your lips, he becomes a murderer."

Murderer, how did my eldest brother offend you? Did he dig up your ancestral grave?"

The woman asked rapidly.

Lao Du remained silent, waiting for Mingxun's response.

"She's right, it's up to you to decide whether that person is the murderer or not." Zhang Jia looked at Lao Du's silent and serious face and patiently explained, "It has to be confirmed by the public security organ."

Lao Du glanced at Zhang Jia again and repeated that sentence, "He is the murderer. I saw it with my own eyes."

The woman who was sitting on the ground and yelling scolded for a moment, and then she shouted, "You said my eldest brother is the murderer, you said that my eldest brother is the murderer, please provide evidence, there is no evidence, you are, are -"

Seeing that the woman could not remember what the word was, a villager reminded her, "This is called a false accusation."

"Yes, a false accusation." The woman wiped away the non-existent tears on her face and said, "For money, you really say anything that is unscrupulous."

Zhang Jia asked again as gently as possible: "Uncle, besides what you can see with your eyes, do you have any other evidence? Or details. If you were asked to tell the police, would you be willing?"

"I said you got the money?" Lao Du was still thinking about the money.

"If what you said is true, we will definitely not break our promise." Zhang Jia replied.

"Then I'll go."

From beginning to end, Lao Du had no other expression on his face.

He was willing to go to the police station. The villagers felt that what Lao Du said might be true. They looked at the woman on the ground with scrutiny.

The woman got up from the ground, not caring about the sewage on her body. She looked around the villagers, eager to excuse her brother, "You all know what kind of person my brother is, he is timid.

, how can you kill someone?"

"We don't know. Your eldest brother has only visited our village a few times over the years. He hasn't been here for five or six years, right? We have all forgotten what he looks like."

The woman was married from the next town.

She was raised by her eldest brother since she was a child, and she has a deep relationship with her eldest brother. Her eldest brother is more than ten years older than her. According to the woman, because he wanted to support her, her eldest brother never got married. When she grew up and got married, she

The eldest brother was already old, and later he married a daughter-in-law. A few years later, the daughter-in-law ran away with someone else, and her eldest brother has been alone since then.

"That's not right. You have always said that your eldest brother loves you the most. He came here often in the past few years. Why haven't you seen him here in the past few years?"

"My eldest brother has been in poor health these past few years and has been recuperating. I didn't let him come over." Being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, the woman was angry and anxious, "Do you really doubt my eldest brother?"

"My eldest brother is timid. He doesn't even dare to kill chickens. How can he kill someone? Lao Du doesn't even fart all day long. Can you believe what he says?" The woman turned around and glared at Lao Du. "You give it to me.

Wait, I'll call Xiaochen's father to talk to you."

The woman pointed at Lao Du, "Just wait for me!"

After saying this, people will leave.

Shi Luo told Zhang Jia, "Stop her."

When Shi Luo opened his mouth, it became a fact.

Zhang Jia hurried over and blocked the woman's way, "Don't even think about reporting the news."

"What kind of letter?" The woman was just sure that her elder brother could not kill someone, but Zhang Jia stopped her. She began to panic and pushed Zhang Jia, "Get out of the way. I am soaked all over. I want to go back and change clothes."

, otherwise I’ll ask you to compensate me if I get sick?”

"I'll pay if you're sick." Zhang Jia stopped her.

Thinking of Liang Yaru's words just now, Mingxun is the richest man, Zhang Jia said to compensate, but the woman really didn't dare to say that Zhang Jia couldn't afford to compensate.

"Master, if you don't let her go, is it true that her elder brother is the murderer?" A villager with quick thinking asked Shi Luo.

Shi Luo nodded, "Yes, judging from her face, she has a blood relative who committed murder."

After saying this, Shi Luo said to the woman again: "Why do you think he is sick?"

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked at Shi Luo, "What do you know?"

"If my guess is correct, he should be living a very sad life now." Even though he was several meters away, Shi Luo could still see in the woman's eyes what she had seen recently.

The woman's eyes gradually became confused until Shi Luo withdrew her spiritual power.

"No, my eldest brother just has a common illness. The doctor said that he can just take care of himself and be cured." The woman decisively chose the former between being ill and being charged with murder.

Shi Luo could see through the woman's thoughts at a glance.

"Do you really think his disease can be cured?" Shi Luowei gave the woman hope, "He is in pain now, and it will only be more painful in the future, and he will eventually die of mental and physical exhaustion."

In short, his death will not be that easy.

"No! You're talking nonsense!" The woman pushed Zhang Jia harder.

Zhang Jia couldn't do anything to a woman who was much older than her. He would stand wherever the woman went, blocking her way with his own body.

The woman was anxious, and finally she puffed up her chest and said to Zhang Jia, "I think you dare to stop me again. If you stop me again, you are touching me."

Zhang Jia's face twitched and he took a step back.

"Let her go." Shi Luo said to Zhang Jia.

Zhang Jia hurriedly ducked aside.

The woman's steps were hurried.

But before he had walked a few steps, Shi Luo said: "I'll give him two ways, one is to surrender, the other is to suffer all the pain and die."

"I don't believe you!"

After the woman left, Lao Du's expression finally changed. He asked Mingxun, "Can I still get the money?"

This old Du is not a man who likes money. He has repeatedly mentioned asking for money, which should be useful.

Ming Xun believed in the way he looked at people. Although Lao Du was penniless, his eyes were pure.

"Here." Mingxun said.

Lao Du changed his face for the second time today. He opened his mouth, and then took out a worn notebook and a pencil as thick as a finger from his pocket. He said: "I have no other evidence, only a pair of eyes that have seen it.

This is not my credit, I can’t ask for your money in vain, I will write you an IOU, and if you give me an address, I will pay you back.”

Having said this, he raised his head and asked Ming Xun, "Can I divide it? -"

"Instalments." Zhang Jia reminded him.

"Yes, can I pay it back in installments?" Lao Du added, "I will also give you the interest."

Ming Xun did not refuse, "Okay."

"Thank you, thank you." Lao Du stammered, one of the rare occasions when he thanked people like this.

Mingxun's reply was not perfunctory, "You're welcome."

Lao Du squatted on the ground, put the notebook on his knees, held a pencil, and wrote the IOU one stroke at a time.

He didn't go to school much, and his children taught him how to write.

Lao Du's handwriting is as childish as that written by a child, but his writing is very profound.

"You keep it." He handed the IOU to Ming Xun.

Mingxun nodded and collected the IOU.

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