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Chapter 403 It's all your fault!

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    At this time, Qingyi and the other three just came over, Han Fushan pointed at us and coughed violently.

    "Han Zhilin, don't you have anything to say!"

    My heart tightened, Han Zhilin looked at Han Fushan blankly, and asked subconsciously.

    "Village, village chief, what did I say?"

    Han Fushan pushed Dr. Xia away and shouted.

    "What are you talking about? You rebellious bastard! You killed your father!"

    What?

    Not only was I shocked, but the surrounding people all looked at Han Zhilin in astonishment.

    Han Zhilin was even more shocked.

    Han Fushan continued panting.

    "Your dad was fine before you came back, why did your dad die just a few days after you came back!"

    Han Zhilin said with an ugly face.

    "He's my dad! Why should I kill him?"

    Han Fushan coughed twice and said.

    "It's true that he is your father, but your father is also rich! Han Zhilin, tell me, did you kill him for your father's money!"

    Han Zhilin said hurriedly.

    "Village chief, are you confused? I will inherit my father's money sooner or later. How can you say that?"

    "No, more than half of Baishan's money is not yours."

    The audience was in an uproar, including us, who also looked at Han Fushan in shock.

    He said: "Baishan told me before his death that his wife died early, and in order to accumulate some virtue for you, she was willing to donate two-thirds of her property. Do you know the news!"

    I looked at Han Zhilin, and saw that he was in a daze, it didn't look like a fake.

    So is what Han Fushan said true or false?

    Dr. Xia interrupted: "Baishan also mentioned this to me, and the village chief was right."

    Han Fushan seemed to be trembling with anger, pointing at Han Zhilin.

    "Why did you drive away the night your dad died?"

    Han Zhilin was speechless for a moment, he couldn't say it was because of dirty things, no one would believe it.

    Han Fushan continued.

    "Why did your dad come back after the first seven days? You brought them back!"

    Everyone looked at the six of us, Han Fushan said coldly.

    "Just now they went to my house, not only forced me to admit that I killed Han Baishan, but also inquired about the picking plant, and even searched for it in my house. What does this mean? Guys, think about it!"

    I suddenly turned my head to look at the three of Qingyi, their faces were extremely ugly, and mine was even uglier than theirs.

    Stupid!

    You just went there, and you simply and directly stated your purpose, it's so stupid!

    I can clearly feel the unkind eyes of everyone, but I don't know how to explain it at this time.

    I can only listen to Han Fushan continue.

    "Now that Yiping is dead, two of the phantom strain's bosses have died. Who is the ultimate beneficiary?"

    Everyone was lost in thought.

    The more Han Fushan said, the clearer the conditioning.

    "Everyone's business is not easy this year. Han Zhilin can kill his father for money, so can he also kill Yiping? If Yiping and his son die, how should the big bosses of their family be divided? According to the rules, we are the big bosses.  People held a meeting to discuss, what would happen if Han Zhilin said that the big heads would share equally? I think Han Gui should be willing to share equally!"

    Everyone looked at Han Gui, who had a gloomy face, but he snorted coldly and did not answer.

    In all fairness, if a big boss really died, the rest of the big bosses would probably be happy to share it equally.

    Anyone who is sitting on the field will choose this way.

    Just because this has not happened now does not mean that the result is undecided!

    Now, we have really become the target of public criticism.

    Han Fushan breathed a sigh of relief, pointing at us.

    "There are also Taoist priests like them. Think about it, if Han Zhilin didn't kill his father, why was he not there that night and brought the Taoist back after the first seven days? You all know that Han Zhilin's phone can't be reached at all.  But how does he know that Baishan is dead? Also, these Taoists are going to ask about the lifeblood of our Han family village! What are they trying to do? This is to break the roots of our Han family village!"

    Shen Mengfei finally couldn't help but speak.

    "You fart! Stop wronging people there, we are investigating the murderer who killed Han Baishan."

    Han Fushan looked at Shen Mengfei coldly, and said:?

    "Do you think I killed Baishan?"

    After Han Fushan's voice fell, everyone spoke one after another.

    "The village head kills people? Don't blame him blindly. Everyone can see how much the village head has paid for the village!"

    "That's right, even if you wrong me for killing people, it's more reliable than wronging the village chief!"

    Shen Mengfei's face was livid after being bullied, and he was speechless.

    Han Fushan said again.

    "Han Zhi, tell me."

    Han Zhi stared at us with bloodshot eyes, and said fiercely.

    "It must be you! It must be you who killed my dad! My dad said before that Uncle Baishan's death was wrong, and he died unjustly.  The stepfather is dead, Han Zhilin, do you still have a conscience! You are still human!"

    Han Zhilin panted heavily, looked around, everyone retreated to draw a clear line, everyone had doubts and hatred on their faces.

    Han Zhilin clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said.

    "I didn't kill anyone, don't everyone believe me?"

    Immediately someone said.

    "You have been wandering outside for so many years, who knows what you have become."

    "Donating all Uncle Baishan's money, you must be very dissatisfied. I think you have a motive for killing, otherwise how can you explain that you drove away the night Uncle Baishan died? How can you explain that you couldn't get through on the phone, but you knew that Baishan  Uncle died?"

    "I think he killed it, you bastard!"

    Han Zhilin roared.

    "I didn't. I was eating at Uncle Cheng's house just now. I have proof of my alibi!"

    Han Fushan said.

    "You have alibi, what about them?" He pointed at Shen Mengfei and said.

    "This person left after wandering around my house for a while. Where did he go? They are all from the Taoist temple, and they must have good skills. Could it be that they came to Yiping's house when they disappeared, and then poisoned the magic rice,  They wanted to poison Yiping and his son, but Han Zhi was not at home, but Yiping was poisoned to death!"

    Doctor Xia asked.

    "Village chief, do you mean that Huanmi was poisoned by them?"

    Han Fushan nodded and said.

    "The magic rice we have eaten for three years is fine, how could we be scared to death by the dream, I think someone tampered with the magic rice, that's why we appeared to be scared to death, and all of this was caused by Han Zhilin  What happened after I came back!"

    Very reasonable!

    Although Han Fushan's words have big loopholes and are not worth digging into, they are not unreasonable at first glance.

    Because all this is too coincidental, the coincidence made Han Zhilin and us have no way to justify.

    However, Han Zhilin still took two steps back in panic and roared.

    "The reason why I left that night was because something dirty wanted to kill our father and son, and my father let me live! I invited these Taoist priests back just to find out about this matter!"

    No one believed what he said, and everyone treated each other coldly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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