"Why did this man kill my man? Why is he so ruthless and vicious? He hurt my man and took my body. Our Wang family doesn't owe him anything - this should be damned. ”

"We are trying to get in touch with his adoptive parents, and I believe that it will not be long before the truth will be revealed."

From beginning to end, Liu Dayu did not mention the matter of Meizi (plum).

The murderer deserves to be killed, but the root is in those so-called "cultures", which are ignorant and shameful and slowly turn an innocent child into a demon. The original intention of human beings to create culture was to lead mankind to civilization, but some false cultures have led mankind to the abyss and even to destruction -- in our culture, this kind of specious false culture seems to be more so. The funeral culture of feudal emperors has buried the lives of countless concubines, and the foot-binding culture has sacrificed the freedom and happiness of many women, but it reflects our distorted and ugly souls; How many people's minds have been messed up by the wine culture, and how many outstanding cadres have been ruined. The culture of witchcraft is even more powerful, and even the brightest politicians and businessmen worship it, as evidenced by the fascination of many celebrities and politicians by a certain master of witchcraft. Funeral culture has gradually evolved into a fig leaf for some unfilial sons, the core of funeral culture should be the mourning and remembrance of the dead, but now it has become a consumer product for the living, every part of this culture is made for the living to see, since it is for the living to see, it is necessary to do enough work, usually do very poorly, and there is no chance if you don't show it when your parents die. Reflecting on the various manifestations of funeral culture, one cannot help but sigh and laugh - even we ourselves do not think that we are so ugly.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon of November 23, Director Cao rushed into Liu Dayu's room, and he was out of breath and said: "Captain Liu, Director Pang, here is the son of Zhuobu. ”

Liu Dayu and his entourage immediately went to the dock with Director Cao.

In the square in front of the boss's warehouse, a dozen horses were tied to a row of tree stumps, and the horses were steaming around them. Obviously, the horses had not yet been completely quiet after they had arrived, and they kept tilting their heads, flicking their tails, puffing their hooves, and snorting their noses.

More than a dozen people were unloading furs, as well as some mountain goods. The smell of fur is in the air.

Director Cao walked into the store, and the boss was smoking and drinking tea with two middle-aged men.

Seeing Director Cao and his entourage, he and the boss stood up and stepped forward: "They have just arrived for a while, and the cup of tea has not been finished yet." ”

and the boss introduced each other, and the two sides slowly sat down.

The two middle-aged men are the sons of Jianyang Zhuobu, the second is called Jianyang Tashi, and the third is called Jianyang Hule. Beside each of them were a hat made of fur, the sweat on their heads had not yet dried, their heads were wrapped in small pigtails tied with red hair ropes, they were wearing a very elaborate Tibetan robe, and one arm and shoulder were exposed.

At a glance, it was clear that the two men were from Tibet, and they were dark-skinned - as if they had been smeared with a layer of ash from the bottom of a pot.

Chen Jie took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out a few, and walked to the two of them.

The two men waved their hands at the same time, signaling that they had cigarettes of their own.

Their cigarettes are special, they are rolled up with a few tobacco leaves, and a small purse hangs from their belt, and the tobacco leaves are contained in this small purse.