Chapter 128 Wang Dajiang moves dirty

Wang Dajiang drove away Tian Jiu and Xiaopang, walked into the house by himself under the doubts on his wife's face, went to the side room on the second floor, closed the door tightly, he leaned on the door and listened to the sound outside, and after making sure that his wife did not follow, he turned back and walked to the corner of the house, and a large wooden box was placed in the corner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The big wooden box was not locked, Wang Dajiang opened the lid of the box, and began to take out some miscellaneous things from the inside, including old cotton wool, old clothes and pants, and some damaged daily necessities.

After a while, the floor was already full of a lot of things, Wang Dajiang seemed to be in a hurry, bent down and dug in the box for a long time, and finally let him take out a bag of things. Beside him, Miss Yang's ghost hung a long tongue and stared at Wang Dajiang expressionlessly, she seemed to be waiting, waiting for the result she wanted, the ghost could not be sure whether the man in front of her was the real murderer of herself.

Wang Dajiang took out a bag of things, his hands trembled slightly and slowly opened, in the package, showing a bunch of valuable jewelry, Wang Dajiang's eyes stared at the gold and silver jewelry, revealing a greedy look, his rough fingers gently rubbed the jewelry, and his expression was very different from the panic just now. Human nature is pure and good, but often some people lose their conscience in the face of interests and money, and become greedy, cruel, and ruthless.

And at this moment, Miss Yang's soul beside Wang Dajiang is also staring at the pile of gold and silver jewelry, through a period of guidance and recollection, Miss Yang's lost memory has basically recovered, this pile of jewelry in front of her, evoking her deeper memory, the story behind each piece of jewelry makes her deeply touched, this is her own thing, now in Wang Dajiang's hands, she can't help but be excited and angry, Wang Dajiang is her murderer.

Miss Yang's soul slowly began to grow angry from her indifference just now, and the appearance of a terrible ghost slowly appeared, that is, the appearance of a hanged ghost, with her tongue stretched out, and her skinny hands, her nails pointed and long, and she was about to pounce on Dajiang as if she was going crazy. At this moment, there were several gentle knocks at the door, and then Wang Dajiang's wife's voice followed: "Dajiang, what are you doing inside? Why did you lock the door?"

"It's coming. Wang Dajiang responded, quickly wrapped the gold and silver jewelry in his hand, and while looking back at the left and right, he seemed to feel that there was something inexplicable around him, and even faintly felt a cold aura rushing towards him.

At the moment when Miss Yang's ghost was about to rush to Wang Dajiang's body, she was stopped by Wang Dajiang's wife's call to the door, and Wang Dajiang's wife invisibly blocked the ghost's revenge on him for Wang Dajiang.

Wang Dajiang walked to open the door at the urging of his wife, and looked back at the back as he walked, but, with his naked eyes, how could he see that Miss Yang's ghost was staring at him.

Wang Dajiang opened the door, and his wife stood at the door, looking at him with a strange face: "What are you doing in it?"

Wang Dajiang glanced at her with a blank face, and said, "What are women doing with so much care? ”

The woman looked at her man with a dissatisfied look on her face, and muttered away.

Wang Dajiang drank his wife away, followed him downstairs, found a bamboo basket in the yard, stuffed the bag of jewelry into the basket, grabbed a hoe in the corner of the courtyard, and shouted to the kitchen: "I'll go to the vegetable field and dig a few handfuls of vegetables and come back." ”

Wang Dajiang's wife heard a voice in the kitchen and chased after her, and replied, "I just dug in the morning..." Nazhi chased to the door but saw no one, Wang Dajiang had already walked out of the distance with a hoe, Wang Dajiang's wife had to swallow the unfinished sentence back and return to the kitchen.

Miss Yang's ghost was originally following Wang Dajiang's back, but because of the noon sun, it was blocked in the house, and the ghost stood beside Wang Dajiang's wife, looking at the door with a pair of resentful eyes, but the sun was strong, so it had to retreat to the dark part of the house, waiting for Wang Dajiang to go home.

Wang Dajiang carried a hoe to his vegetable field, anxious along the way for fear of meeting the villagers, but at this point in time, most of the villagers had already gone home from work to prepare for lunch, and he was the only one in a large vegetable field, which really made him secretly happy.

I saw Wang Dajiang digging a pit by the dung pit in his vegetable field, stuffing the bag of jewelry into the pit, then covering the dug loess on it, and digging out pig manure from the dung pit with a hoe to cover the loess. He was afraid that someone would see the flaw or be unintentionally dug up, which was really hard work.

After he had done everything, he pretended to dig a few radishes from the vegetable field and threw them into the basket, carrying them back to prevaricate his wife.

Tian Jiu and Xiaopang met the motorcyclist owner at the intersection, and after chatting a few words, the two of them took a three-wheeled motorcycle back to Lanting Garden. Along the way, the motorcycle owner's face was very stinky, he always thought that Tian Jiu and Xiaopang were looking for the door to embarrass Wang Dajiang, if it wasn't for earning Tian Jiu and Xiaopang's car money, he wouldn't want to send them both back. He kept asking Tian Jiu and Chubby Wang Dajiang what they had done, but Tian Jiu and Chubby kept answering him with the sentence 'When the time comes, you will naturally be clear'.

The atmosphere along the way was very poor, and the owner drove the motorcycle silently with a black face, suppressing his anger.

Tian Jiu knew very well what the owner of the car thought, but at this moment he was not good at revealing anything in front of the car owner, after all, he was not a policeman, and they had no right to participate in this case and arrest people, even if he had made it clear that Wang Dajiang was the murderer, then Wang Dajiang himself could not bear the pressure and took the initiative to surrender.

The motorcycle pulled Tian Jiu and Chubby back to the farmer's market and drove away without looking back. Tian Jiu and Xiaopang found a nearby noodle restaurant and walked in, it was past the meal at the moment, there were not many guests in the noodle restaurant, the two of them found a place by the window and sat down, a young girl came over, smiled sweetly and asked what the two of them were eating, and the two of them each asked for a bowl of beef noodles.

Taking advantage of the gap before the face came up, Xiaopang asked Tian Jiu: "Brother Jiu, will that female ghost take Wang Dajiang's life?"

Tian Jiu pondered for a while, and said, "Probably not, if she doesn't want her to die inexplicably, she should only torture Wang Dajiang heavily, and not take his life." ”

"I'm worried that the female ghost won't be able to control her resentment, and in the end there will be no proof of death. ”

"It makes sense for you to say that, in this way, you call Wei Dong and ask him to drive the car over, let's go to Panshan Village again tonight, if the female ghost really can't control the resentment, I can stop it in time, and we also have to prevent it from hurting the innocent." ”

Xiaopang answered the hello, took out his mobile phone and dialed Wei Dong's number. When Wei Dong just accompanied a customer to eat, Wei Dong usually rarely accompanied the customer to eat, today the customer came from other places to purchase tea here, and the number is still a lot, Wei Dong accompanied him to the hotel for the first time and ordered a table of wine and food, chatting about cooperation matters while eating.

Xiaopang briefly explained to Wei Dong on the phone, and made an appointment to meet in the evening. (To be continued.) )