Mysterious Mummy in the Supernatural Graveyard: The Mysterious Tomb

Chapter 284 (1)
Chapter 82

The old donkey ran up to me and said, "Dongzi, it's not difficult to solve this matter. I'm merciful. It's not worth taking the blame for this guy!" Erjian also stood in front of me and said, "Just hand it over to the police. These antique calligraphy and paintings." I pointed the dagger at Zhao Er's chin and said to him, "You are very lucky!" Then I stood up.

Zhao Er lay on the ground panting for a long time, then struggled to sit up, 'Bah! ’ spat blood on the ground, still looking at us fiercely, gritted his teeth for a while and said: “I should have died a long time ago. , If you hand me over to the police, you might get a bonus, go ahead, call the police, I'll wait."

The old donkey said: "Who cares about that little money? First, you stabbed my master to death. I have to let him rest in peace. Second, I am going to hand in the antique calligraphy and paintings here, and then apply to the relevant departments for renovation." This cemetery, I have to hand you over to the police so you don't mess with me.

Zhao Er sneered and said: "The old guy surnamed Liu deserved what he deserved. This is his retribution. Look at the face of his villain back then. Most of the people buried in this cemetery were killed by them." The leader is so bad, can't those few of them have this cemetery?"

The old donkey said: "Is there any right or wrong in that era? The authorities were obsessed, you may be able to see clearly now, you may be able to understand clearly, but could you understand then?"

Zhao Er sneered and said: "Look at the tombstones around. Hundreds of people's lives are buried here. It's been decades. Does anyone remember why they died? I was only ten years old and my brother was beaten. Died, my parents were sent down, I didn’t eat or drink, my relatives changed their faces when they saw my house, I lived like a wild dog! I have to eat and steal things for my stomach, you know How the hell did I survive?"

When Zhao Er said this, he became emotional again, staring at a pair of fierce eyes and struggling to stand up, but Er Jian kicked him to the ground, and this kick made Zhao Er lie on the ground again panting for a long time Only then did I get up.

Looking at the three of us, Zhao Er smiled bitterly and said, "Is there any cigarettes? Give me a cigarette before handing me over to the police." The old donkey took out a half box of Marlboro and a disposable lighter from his pocket and threw them to him.

Zhao Er leaned on a tombstone and puffed half a cigarette in one breath, and then said: "Good cigarettes, I won't be able to smoke any more soon, I have a fucking relationship with the prison, and I have to go to live in it every few years. During the crackdown in [-], I robbed a semiconductor radio and sold it for money, but was sentenced to five years in prison. In the third year, I escaped from prison. In [-], I committed a crime and was arrested. After ten years, I sent it to Qinghai. In [-], I escaped from prison and came here. Originally, I wanted to take out these antique calligraphy and paintings to exchange for money and go away to live my next life. That old bastard recognized me and stopped me. When I entered, I stabbed him to death. In fact, I recognized him a long time ago. I didn’t want his life at first, but I granted him his own court of death. As for you..."

(End of this chapter)