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is the only one who is Yun Er, and the people in the village are very worried when they look at it.

In the past, when Yun Lao Er was young, he was often beaten, starved, and locked outside the pigsty in winter, and people passed out several times, but the neighbor next door saw it and saved him in time.

The police are not so easy to fool, and the more the old lady doesn't say anything, the more carefully she asks questions.

"Zhou Fenfang, have you forgotten what you just told you about being frank and lenient?"

Forehead.

The old lady was scared:

"I said that my second son had an accident and died, and he did lose a sum of money.

But this money, my father and I are old, and we can't do any work, and life is a problem.

Plus raising that dead girl to study, why don't you need money for these?

Therefore, those compensation payments have long been gone. "

Having said such a lot, don't you just want to escape responsibility and morality?

However, after listening to it, the police really recorded them one by one, and not a single word was dropped, and after memorizing it, they continued to ask:

"When did your son and daughter-in-law have a bad accident? How much is the compensation? "

Hiss!

The old lady beat the drum in her heart and thought of a lot of words, but none of them were good, and finally:

"I don't remember the specifics."

Hehe, I can't remember this again?

"What is the method of payment of compensation? From a bank account or cash? You should remember that, right? "

If you don't remember it, it's clear that you're playing with the police.

Come to think of it, the old lady didn't have the courage to do so.

"It's... Bank. "

The inquiring policeman immediately hooked his lips:

"That's no problem, if you can't remember it when you're old, we'll go directly to the bank to check it later, as long as it goes through the bank, even if it's ten or twenty years later, you can still find out clearly."

When the old lady heard this, she could still be calm.

After all, the financial power of the family has never been in the hands of the old lady, and I have never seen what a passbook, bank card or the like looks like in my life.

Immediately anxious:

"Comrade policeman, can you really find this out so clearly?" Ask.

Burst!

Undoubtedly, there are no three hundred taels of silver here.

At this moment, the door of the confined house opened, and Old Man Yun stood at the door:

"Comrade policeman, the passbook is here, and all the compensation money from that year has been put into this passbook."

Oh?

Old man Yun actually took the initiative to hand over the passbook?

It's going to rain red?

The next second, I heard the police ask:

"What is this?"

The old man said very calmly:

"Oh, this is the account book of all the big and small expenditures of our family over the years, just now my wife said well, over the years, the original compensation of the two children is basically not left, this is the evidence!"

Evidence?

The policeman took it, opened it and looked at it.

It's really all memorized, so small that today the family bought a pair of scissors, the big one, there is a tuition fee for the little grandson, two teachings a year, one teaching is five figures, three years in a row.

Then there was the eldest son who took it out to entertain guests, and he took it several times, ranging from 5,000 to 10,000 yuan each time.

Everything else is bits and pieces, ranging from a few dollars to hundreds or thousands.

Hey, wait, there is still dowry money for his daughter in the back, and the total expenditure is 20,000.

Just a rough calculation, a few large expenses are already more than 100,000 yuan, and the total compensation paid in the passbook at one time is 300,000 yuan.

After a few minutes, when all the ledgers were opened, the compensation money was basically used up, and there was nothing left.

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Chapter 172: Evidence? Gratis... co