Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian floated in front of him, leaned down, his blurry face almost touching Foreman Sun's. "Can you tell me? What exactly happened the day my father had the accident?"

"I...I don't know..." Foreman Sun shook his head frantically, feeling guilty. "It was an accident...it really was an accident..."

"Accident?

Lin Tian's voice suddenly turned cold, "My father is an experienced worker. Would he make such a basic mistake? Would he get hit while operating the boiler?"

"It really...it really was an accident..." Foreman Sun's voice trailed off, his eyes darting away.

Lin Tian straightened up, floated slowly around the office, looked at the production records, and suddenly said:

"Foreman Sun, I remember you have a son and a daughter, right? One in high school and the other in elementary school. Your younger son even got into a fight with me last month."

Foreman Sun was startled: "You... what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything."

Lin Tian turned to look at him. "I'm just reminding you that if you don't tell the truth, I can't guarantee that your son and daughter will live to see tomorrow."

"you!"

Foreman Sun suddenly stood up, but the next second he slumped back into his chair.

Because he saw that Lin Tian's ghostly figure had somehow acquired an axe—stained with blood, its blade gleaming coldly.

"I'll talk... I'll talk..."

Foreman Sun broke down, burying his face in his hands, his voice trembling with tears, "But if I told you, would you let me go?"

"What do you think?" Lin Tian said coldly.

Foreman Sun glanced at Lin Tian in despair. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't obey him. It seemed he was doomed today.

He could atone for his sins with his own death, but his children and family members could not die.

"Can you spare my family?"

"That depends on whether you're telling the truth."

Foreman Sun took a deep breath, as if he had made a great decision: "Two weeks ago, Secretary Wang, the factory director's secretary, came to me and said that your father had offended the factory director."

"and then?"

"Then, Secretary Wang told me that if I got rid of your father, I could become the deputy director. I didn't agree at first."

Foreman Sun lowered his voice even further, "This afternoon, Secretary Wang brought a few people, saying they were new workers who needed to learn how to operate the boiler."

Lin Tian understood.

"Were those people hired by Factory Director Yang to silence them?"

Foreman Sun nodded, tears streaming down his face: "I was in the office at the time, and I saw them surrounding your father around the boiler, pushing and shoving him."

Your father tried to run, but those people blocked the road, and then... then one of them pushed him from behind...

"Who?" Lin Tian's voice was as cold as ice. "Who pushed them?"

"I...I don't know, but they seem to be from the security department. I recognized one of them; he is Section Chief Liu from the security department."

Foreman Sun shook his head, "The rest of them are too far away, I can't see them clearly..."

"Then why didn't you stop it? Why didn't you call the police?" Lin Tian pressed.

Foreman Sun covered his face and cried out, "I dare not... Factory Director Yang said that if I tell anyone, my whole family will be executed. I... I have two sons, I can't..."

"So you just watched? And you even took hush money and became the deputy director?"

Lin Tian's ghostly figure began to distort, his resentment soaring into the sky, and the temperature in the office plummeted. "Watching my father get smashed and burned to death, and then signing the accident report, saying it was an accidental 'operational error'?"

Foreman Sun slumped in his chair, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Tian floated in front of him, raising his axe: "What do those people look like? What are their distinguishing features?"

"I...I only remember one of them was bald, and the other had a full beard," Foreman Sun said, trembling.

"Anything else?"

"There's also a fat guy."

"That's it?"

"That's all."

The axe fell.

But instead of slashing at Foreman Sun, he slashed at the desk.

A deep crack was split into the heavy solid wood tabletop.

Foreman Sun was terrified, thinking he was doomed.

But Lin Tian sheathed his axe and looked at him coldly: "I won't kill you this time."

Foreman Sun was stunned, unable to believe his ears.

"But," Lin Tian continued, "I have a question for you."

"Wha...what is it?"

"How did Li Aiguo end up in the boiler-turning workshop? Wasn't he in the fitter's workshop?"

Foreman Sun thought for a moment and said, "It seems he offended Yi Zhonghai and was taken down by Yi Zhonghai. As for why? It seems that Li Aiguo thought that Yi Zhonghai was behind your father's death."

So they went to question him. Yi Zhonghai found a pretext, and Guo Da Piezi told Li Aiguo to come over and reflect on his words, warning him not to say anything detrimental to unity.

I never expected the truth to be like this.

Uncle Li is still the same Uncle Li.

My father is lucky to have such a half-brother.

Looking at his trembling hands, Lin Tian suddenly asked, "Where is Factory Director Yang now?"

"I...I don't know..." Foreman Sun shook his head.

"You really don't know?"

Lin Tian asked again, his voice soft, yet like a cold knife pressed against Foreman Sun's neck.

Foreman Sun's Adam's apple bobbed, and beads of sweat streamed down his face as he spoke, his voice trembling with tears, "Lin Tian, ​​I didn't lie to you, I... I really didn't know..."

Lin Tian tilted his head, and a thoughtful expression seemed to appear on his semi-transparent face.

The axe twirled gently in his hand, its blade reflecting the light, flashing intermittently.

"have no idea?"

"Then what use are you?"

These words were spoken lightly, but to Foreman Sun, they sounded like a death sentence.

He knelt down with a thud, clasped his hands together, and kowtowed desperately to Lin Tian: "Lin Tian! Grandpa Lin! You just said you would let me go this time and not kill me. You can't go back on your word!"

Foreman Sun's forehead slammed against the cement floor with a dull thud. One slam, two slams, three slams... and soon the skin on his forehead broke and started to bleed.

But Foreman Sun seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to bang his head against the wall and desperately begging for mercy.

Lin Tian paused in mid-air with the axe he had raised, then slowly lowered it.

"You're right. My father told me that one should be true to one's word. He said that if you promise someone something, you must do it."

Foreman Sun suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

"So this time," Lin Tian continued, "I'll let you off this time."

survived.

Foreman Sun slumped to the ground, feeling as if all his strength had been drained, his face covered in tears and snot.

He was panting heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as if it would burst out of his chest.

The fear that had gripped my heart finally subsided.

Lin Tian glanced at him, then turned and floated towards the door.

As Foreman Sun watched his retreating figure, a surge of overwhelming joy, as if he had just escaped a calamity, welled up within him.

This god of death is finally leaving.

He survived.

As soon as Lin Tian leaves, he will pack his things, take his wife and children and leave Beijing, to a place where no one can find him.

He has nothing to do with Director Yang or Secretary Wang anymore.

All he wanted was to live, to live well.

One step, two steps, three steps…

Lin Tian floated to the doorway.

Foreman Sun's heartbeat gradually calmed down. He tried to stand up by supporting himself on the table, but his legs were too weak and he failed several times.

Just then—

Lin Tian suddenly turned around.

A strange smile appeared on that blurry face, and it instantly appeared in front of him.

"Foreman Sun, it's been a long time."

"We meet again! Surprised? Unexpected? Exciting?"

Foreman Sun's expression froze instantly, looking even worse than if he were constipated.

Lin Tian said coldly, "Do you really think I'd believe your nonsense? You were definitely involved in my father's death."

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