Bai Shandao: "What kind of evil person is your father?"
Although Bai Shan did not agree with Jia Dalang's views, it did not prevent him from following his words.
It is obviously impossible to interrogate him and get him to confess bit by bit what he has done.
In this case, they should come and chat.
What kind of evil person is Jia Dalang's father?
Basically the same as he is now.
Jia Dalang stopped kneeling and sat down directly on the ground, then put his legs away and sat cross-legged.
When the government officials saw how presumptuous he was, they couldn't help but get angry and stepped forward to stop him. Bai Shan raised his hand to stop him and signaled Jia Dalang to continue.
"As long as I can remember, my father has been a gangster in the village. Everyone is afraid of him, but they look down on him. They also look down on my mother and me. They say that I am the son of a mouse and will only know how to dig holes in the future."
"As for him, he was very lazy. He basically didn't do any work at home and left it all to my grandparents and my mother. Later, my grandparents were so angry with him that my mother was the only one left to do the work at home.
." Jia Dalang sneered and said: "But he also likes to drink and beat his wife. During another autumn harvest, he drank and beat my mother to pieces. She couldn't get out of bed. No one harvested the grain in the field, so it rotted in the ground."
"People in the village were afraid of him, but the county government officials who came to collect taxes were not afraid of him. Not only did they ransack my house, but they also locked him up for three months. When he came back, he didn't dare to let go of the work in the fields.
Quit."
"But our life is not much better. He goes to work in the fields and hits people when he is tired, hits when he is hot, hits when he is cold, hits when he is in a bad mood, and hits when he sees you in a good mood.
If you think it's an eyesore, you'll still want to hit someone."
Bai Shan:……
Everyone:......
When Jia Dalang saw that his face was calm and speechless, but neither sympathizing with him nor indignant, Jia Dalang grinned, feeling a little happier and continued: "At that time, my mother and I were working in the fields.
When he was beaten, do you know how cruel he was?"
"Once, my mother couldn't stand the beating anymore, and she dragged us brothers and tried to escape back to our parents' home. He caught up with us halfway and pushed our mothers into the river. At that time, I thought I was going to die.
I'm going to die."
His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, and he stared at Bai Shan and said: "Everyone in this world is going to die, just like the chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, they are all going to die, but how to die?
Only powerful people can choose."
Bai Shan asked: "Do you think your father is great?"
"Of course, he can control the life and death of my mother and my brothers and sisters," Jia Dalang stared at Bai Shan and said softly: "But I am better than him. I can beat him at the age of fourteen. He can only use fists."
And using my feet, I can use a knife...hahahaha..."
"Forcing people with force is an extremely low-level method. You can't even convince people. Otherwise, how could anyone be killed on your hands?"
Jia Dalang said nonchalantly: "If they are not as capable as me, they will die anyway. They will die in the end anyway, right?"
"There is a big difference between dying and being killed."
"Aren't they all dead? What's the difference?"
Bai Shan said nothing. This person has no respect for life, not only the lives of others, but also his own life.
He ignored the question and asked: "Since you don't care about life or death, why do you want to seek a future in the county government?"
"If I have a chance to live a better life, why don't I work hard for it?"
"So the purpose of plundering Xiaoliu Village is to live a better life?"
"good!"
Bai Shan frowned: "That's just a lot of things. I think you are not short of food and drink, so why do you want to go out and plunder it?"
"I'm not short of food and drink, but I'm short of money," Jia Dalang said matter-of-factly: "Their village has good land and a lot of things. What's wrong with me taking a little?"
Bai Shan jumped and asked: "Why do you want to kill people with a knife?"
Jia Dalang clicked his tongue and immediately assumed that he was asking about Liu Erzhu's family. He said nonchalantly: "I think his daughter is pretty good. I want to take her away to see if she can give me a son. If not, she can sell it."
You can still make a lot of money. Who knew that father and son were so ignorant, they are going to die sooner or later anyway, so if they are cut off, they will be cut off."
Bai Shan: "The technique is quite familiar. I'm curious how many people you killed to practice it."
"There aren't many people," Jia Dalang said, "Just three or four, right? Didn't your Excellency ask them just now?"
"I'm afraid there are omissions in what they said," Bai Shan leaned forward and stared at him and asked, "If Liu Erzhu and his son were killed because they obstructed you, what about the others?"
Jia Dalang also leaned forward, looked up at Bai Shan and asked, "Do you know who else I killed?"
Bai Shan smiled slightly and said, "Is your father so resentful and afraid of you because of your knife? When you killed his friend, he wasn't there at the scene, was he?"
Jia Dalang felt that it was no longer interesting. He turned back and glanced at the people kneeling outside, and said expressionlessly: "Not many people know about this matter. I thought they didn't know either, but I didn't expect them to know."
Fang Xian Cheng and others who were standing aside were silent. Those five people didn't confess to this matter at all, okay?
It’s just that the adults just asked five people, Jia Dalang and his parents, if anyone around them has disappeared or died mysteriously...
"That's right," Jia Dalang said, "I killed him in front of him. That old guy wasn't a good person either. He was a bad person just like my father. Do you think he couldn't think about it? I'm so powerful and can even lift
He stabbed my father with a knife, where did he get the nerve to preach to me?"
"They say I'm unfilial," Jia Dalang said with a sarcastic smile: "If he were filial, could he make his own parents angry to death like my father?"
He said: "If I kill my father, my mother will stop him, so I can't kill him, so I'll just kill this old guy, and let my father see if I really kill people."
"It's just my first time cutting someone and I have no experience, so blood splattered everywhere."
Bai Shan asked casually: "How did you become proficient in it later?"
"Just chop a pig. If you chop another person, you'll know where to cut and the blood will come out the most without splattering everywhere."
So in his hands, including Goudan who died of injuries, he had a total of four lives.
Bai Shan was very curious, "You have become so powerful, but you have never thought of asking the clan or the chief to seek justice for you and your mother?"
Jia Dalang was curious, "What kind of justice?"
"Your father brutally bullied you and you are waiting for justice."
"Isn't it natural for me to beat my son and for my husband to beat his wife?"
Bai Shan: "...It is against ethics, how come it is a matter of course?"
Jia Dalang was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter after a while, with tears streaming down his face, "Isn't it a matter of course? Why isn't this a matter of course? It is a matter of course for me to beat my son, and for my husband to beat his wife!"
He shouted loudly: "Everyone said so, and this is a matter of course!!"