In a huge and dark house arranged by the organizer, I sat in a light-tight room, leaning against the wall. otbnkotgt I shouted: "Is there any cigarette?"
The door opened in response, but what I didn't expect was that the person walking in was the person next to Mr.
Tang, the person who came to the shop to pick me up before.
He came over and sat next to me, took out a cigarette from his arms, and said After giving it to me, he said, "Things are a bit troublesome."
I frowned and asked after taking the cigarette, "I didn't kill the person."
He lit a cigarette for himself, smiled and shook his head and said: "The problem is not whether you killed the person, but that the situation has changed."
"situation" I didn't quite understand what he meant.
"There are many organizers of Sanjiang Ghost Town, all of whom are rich and powerful people.
Mr.
Tang is one of them.
However, not all the organizers are in the same boat.
All forces are trying to contain or even suppress each other.
Mr.
Tang is in Sanjiang There are also many opponents among the organizers of the ghost city, one of which is the Haotian family of Qianyuan Mountain."
The Haotian family, as its name suggests, is a very powerful family.
It is said that it has a history of 1,500 years and is the ancestor of the earliest group of alchemists.
If used for comparison, the power of the Haotian family should be three times that of the Ling family, or even more.
"The Fenggu sect has been doing underground business for so long and has never been investigated.
Do you think that just because they are a small family can persist for so long?
A big sect like Maoshan would have known about their business for a long time, but they have a protective umbrella over their heads, so Always They were not touched.
The protective umbrella of the Fenggu faction is the Haotian family in Qianyuan Mountain.
Every time the Fenggu faction sells goods, they have to pay at least 70%, but even so, the Fenggu faction is still very rich.
You know how powerful the Haotian family is.
Rich."
He took a puff of cigarette and continued: "Mr.
Tang has always suppressed each other with the Haotian family.
Judging from the current situation, although they are checks and balances, Mr.
Tang is in a slightly disadvantaged position.
And you are Mr.
Tang's person , although you may not admit it, in the eyes of the outside world you are Mr.
Tang To be honest, Yutian's death was probably done by someone from the Haotian family.
The purpose was very clear, which was to use this incident to destroy you and suppress Mr.
Tang.
Judging from the situation, this move was made.
Very good.
You can defeat Yutian and you are still so young, you must be a serious problem for the Haotian family. " "What should I do?"
I asked.
"Mr.
Tang will naturally not let you die.
You can rest assured about this, but you need to cooperate.
This time, several organizers will question you together.
When the time comes, you will pour dirty water on the people of the Haotian family.
On my body, this is a photo, take a look.”
The man took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to me.
The photo showed a man in his thirties wearing a black leather jacket, with a hunched head and a not-so-kind face.
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He looked a bit sinister, with a crossbow on his back in the photo.
"This man's name is Ishida Hikaru.
He is an important disciple of the Haotian family.
He is good at using long-range weapons such as bows and crossbows.
Remember his face, and when the time comes, pour sewage on him and say that he did it."
It turned out that I was asked to give false evidence.
I nodded slightly and asked a little uneasily: "Are the organizers so easily deceived?"
The man smiled widely, shook his head and said, "You are still young after all.
Remember, in the eyes of this group of rich and powerful people, they don't care at all who killed Yutian.
This is a game about power.
It doesn’t matter who the real murderer is, whoever has more power represents justice.
You remember everything I said.”
After saying that, he put the photo away, then lowered his head and walked out of the room, leaving me alone, thinking about the truth that was not important in their eyes.
I was locked in the room for a day.
It wasn't until the next morning that the room was opened and someone shouted to me at the top of their lungs: "Hey, wake up."
"what" I asked, opening my eyes.
"Someone wants to see you" After walking through the long and dark tunnel, I stood in a huge room that could almost be described as dim.
In front of it was a row of tables.
I saw Mr.
Tang sitting on one of them, and I could hardly see the faces of the others. know.
Sitting in the middle was a man who looked like a monk.
He chanted the Buddha's name, nodded slightly to me and said: "Baxiaoshan almsgiver, Lao Xuanku, on behalf of the organizer of this Sanjiang Ghost Town event, I want to ask you some questions.
Answer truthfully.
No adulteration.”
"It's natural."
I nodded.
"Did you fight with Yutian Donor the night before yesterday?"
he asked.
I nodded and said, "Yes."
"Were there anyone else following you?"
"No, it's just me."
"Okay, then did you finally defeat Yutian Donor and kill him?"
The old monk finally got the point.
I was stunned for a moment and then said: "I did defeat Yutian, but I didn't kill him.
It was not me who killed him, but a crossbow arrow shot from behind.
The crossbow arrow penetrated him.
His throat, killed instantly."
I said truthfully, which immediately caused a shock.
The old monk raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then asked: "Then did you see who killed the Yutian donor?"
In fact, I didn't see it, but according to Mr.
Tang's instructions, I should pour dirty water on the Haotian family at this time.
I raised my head, looked around, and my eyes fell on the person sitting in the same seat as Mr.
Tang but on a different side.
On the man behind the person on top.
This man should be the man in the photo I saw, and the person sitting in front of him should be someone from the Haotian family.
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I wanted to go on with what Mr.
Tang meant, but for some reason, I felt a little conflicted.
This conflicting feeling is getting heavier and heavier, and it even affects my choices.
It felt as if after I poured dirty water on that man, I would be completely manipulated by Mr.
Tang and become one of the many puppets around him.
But I don't want to, at least my heart is telling me not to tie myself up with the thread he dropped.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and shouted, "No, I didn't see anyone attack Yutian."
The honest answer aroused discussion among everyone in the venue.
I saw Mr.
Tang frown slightly, and the man standing behind him glared at me, obviously surprised.
"That is to say, you didn't see who killed Tamada, and you said you didn't kill Tamada.
This logic doesn't seem to make sense."
The old monk asked doubtfully.
"No, actually the logic makes sense because I had already defeated Tamada when he was shot and killed.
He had no power to fight back.
I didn't have to deliberately use a crossbow to kill him.
Isn't this unnecessary?"
I said loudly.
But it aroused laughter from a group of people around me.
Many people pointed at me and shouted: "You, a fledgling kid, brazenly said that you defeated a master who has been famous for many years."
The laughter got louder and louder.
I clenched my fists and suddenly roared loudly: "If you don't believe it, then find someone to compete with me."
The sound instantly overwhelmed all other laughter, and the venue fell silent for an instant.
"What did you say" The old monk asked in surprise.
"I said, if you don't believe that I have the strength to defeat Yutian.
Then you can send someone you think is suitable to fight with me to see if I have the strength.
If I do, then let me go. , if I didn’t, then I would rather be killed.”
I looked at the people around me and scanned each of their faces, like a hungry and warlike lion, or like a fighter standing in the middle of the arena taunting those dignitaries.
"We need to discuss this move.
Please go down and wait, Master Ba."
The old monk didn't make up his mind immediately and asked someone to take me down.
Not long after returning to the room, the man next to Mr.
Tang hurriedly walked in.
When he saw me, he cursed: "Why didn't you do what I taught you?"
"I don't want to."
I spoke.
"You are going against Mr.
Tang's wishes.
It will be easier for you.
You are also openly provoking these rich and powerful people.
Do you sincerely want to die?"
The man cursed with a ferocious look on his face.
I stood up, took a step forward, stared at him and said word by word: "One thing, you have to understand that Mr.
Tang and I are not superiors and subordinates, but cooperation, so we are equal.
Do you understand?"
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