Pingzhou, on a dirt road, when Mr. Bai Songyan was about to get out of the car, just opposite slowly walked an old cattle and an old man wearing a broken straw hat.

"Uncle. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info. Excuse me, how to get to the palace?"

"Oh, you're Mr. Bai, right? Why are you here again? Thanks to you, Wang Duosheng, a big charlatan, showed his fox tail. The old man praised Mr. Bai Songyan with a firm thumbs up.

"Oh, it's okay, uncle, this is what we should do. Mr. Bai Songyan replied.

"Okay, since you're here, I'll take you there. The old man put the old ox to a bolt in the big pine tree next to the road and said heartily.

"Please, uncle... Bai Songyan opened the door of the rear compartment with his own hands, and then helped the uncle to sit in. Then he talked to him a lot, a lot.

More than half a month later, Mr. Bai Songyan stood in front of the "palace" again after six years. From the outside, "Wangfu" is an independent villa, the outer wall is towering, in front of the golden gate, there are two mighty and ferocious golden stone lions, and at the same time, the gate is inlaid with two large characters of "Wangfu" in a grand place, and a vivid and very powerful golden dragon is entrenched on the plaque.

"This palace is bigger than our county government, and the decoration inside is as luxurious as the Grand View Garden in "Dream of Red Mansions", extravagant, oh, by the way, there is a back garden. In the huge back garden, there are ponds, rockeries, boats, and many trees and flowers that I can't name." The old man sat in the car and pointed to the gate of the palace and introduced to Mr. Bai Songyan.

"Have you been in?" Mr. Bai Songyan asked rhetorically.

"No, but my youngest son went in last year when he was helping Wang Duosheng's family renovate the roof. The old man said, took another light puff of his cigarette, and then said with a smile:

"You say, everyone claims to be the palace? Which is still that we little people can enter casually, this Wang Duosheng, Wang Da Liar's pedigree, is much more than our Pingzhou County Prince, but liars are always liars, even if they put on an iron hat, it's useless!!"

"Uncle, you're talking about the Iron Hat King's 'Duo Must Roll', right? It seems that uncle, your knowledge is not shallow?" Bai Songyan said.

"Generally, generally, Pingzhou third, it's okay, old man, I like to listen to a commentary, now that life is good, naturally I have to pursue something in the spiritual world... After saying that, the old man took a puff of cigarette happily.

The tree is big, easy to attract the wind,

The cow is big and easy to blow up.

This time, Wang Duosheng's diorama was punctured, and it can be said that Mr. Bai Songyan's efforts should be credited.

Before driving, Bai Songyan glanced at the palace again, at this time, there happened to be a black official law enforcement car, also driving in this direction, and when the car stopped, two uniformed prisoners, a man and a woman, got out of the car.

"Who are you?" asked Mr. Bai Songyan as he walked up.

"We are from the Pingzhou Imperial Prosecutor's Department, Wang Duosheng is suspected of killing Zhou Yong, the richest man in Pingzhou, and now he has been detained, and now we will put a seal. The male said confidently, but after all, he met Dynasty TV, so his tone was a little calm, and there was a little smile on his face.

"Oh?" Mr. Bai Songyan listened to the man's explanation, nodded very knowingly, and then out of the reporter's professional sensitivity, he still asked more:

"Isn't Zhou Yong Wang Duosheng's most proud apprentice, why would Wang Duosheng kill him?"

"We don't know about this, but Mr. Bai, if you want to know, you can go directly to Pingzhou No. 1 Prison. The female tolerance said, pointing out a clear way for Mr. Bai Songyan.

"Okay, thank you both. After Mr. Bai Songyan finished speaking, he turned his head and said to the old man behind him: "Uncle, let's send you home first." ”

"No need, my youngest son's house is nearby, just a few steps away, thank you for the ride, reporter Bai. The old man smiled at Mr. Bai Songyan.

Half an hour later, when Mr. Bai Songyan handed over his press card and application for an interview, the heavy alloy steel iron doors of the Pingzhou City Prison opened for him one by one.

Then Mr. Bai Songyan and the photographer entered one by one, and when they arrived at the prison to meet the guests, Master Wang Duosheng, whose hands and feet were shackled by heavy iron chains, walked towards them.

Of course, this is also the first time that Mr. Bai Songyan has seen the legendary Wang Duoqi Gong Master with his own eyes, and he saw Wang Duosheng, who was less than sixty years old, with a sad face and a depressed spirit sitting opposite him like a dead dog.

"Master Wang, do you smoke?" Mr. Bai Songyan said, handing over a cigarette, and then motioned for the photographer to turn on the camera.

"No, thank you, reporter Bai, you still call Duosheng. Wang Duosheng waved his hand and refused.

Wang Duosheng in this place naturally didn't dare to put up any score, and then, what if it was half a year ago? How could Wang Duosheng put this little reporter in front of him at that time? Even if he was the chief reporter of Dynasty TV.

"Wang Duosheng, you know why I came. Mr. Bai Songyan asked again.

Wang Duosheng was silent for a while, then nodded again.

"Then, tell the audience friends across the country about your closed disciple Zhou Yong, as far as I know, he was the richest man in Pingzhou before the accident. Mr. Bai Songyan said.

"Okay, okay. Wang Duochang sighed, and then said: "Zhou Yong is my closed disciple, we used to be like father and son, but later, his wings were stiff, he wanted to go alone, and he came to collect debts from me again and again, I was really bothered by him, so... ”

"And so ... You just instructed your other two disciples to kill him, right? In order to hide people's eyes, you also cruelly broke up his corpse and poured some pieces into Yangpo Lake, yes or no?" Mr. Bai Songyan asked in an angry tone.

"No, no, Zhou Yong's death has nothing to do with me, it's all my two disciples... Wang Duosheng hurriedly denied it.

"Wang Duosheng, let me remind you again, Zhou Yong's head has not been found yet, you didn't kill it, how could he come to you?" Mr. Bai Songyan slapped the table hard, and then shouted loudly.

"What, Mr. Bai, you say, where is Zhou Yong's head now?" Wang Duo wondered, he could hardly believe his ears.

"Right behind you, Master Wang, do you dare to look behind you?" Mr. Bai Songyan instigated.

"This... This... White reporter, this kind of joke can't be made... Wang Duosheng said nervously.

"Mr. Wang, I really didn't lie to you... Mr. Bai Songyan calmly and calmly added, as an outsider with justice, of course he didn't have to panic, and even worse, the unjust ghost would not ask him for his life.

"Master, master, I died so miserably... A voice that Wang Duosheng was very familiar with came from behind him.