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The path was slippery, and Du Wenhu ran towards the village staggeringly, shouting incoherently without stopping for a moment, but his eyes were shining with uncontrollable excitement.

It was not in vain that he had spent the past few days staring at Chang Hong's house. The current situation was a perfect situation that he never dreamed of.

Falling off such a high cliff, even if Du Changhong had nine lives, he must be dead.

And the murderer was actually Du Changyuan, so it was perfect and couldn't be more perfect.

His son's revenge was finally avenged.

Tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and he ran towards the small attic in the village regardless of his efforts.

Since Uncle Guoquan let him die once back then, it would be easy for him to die again now.

When Du Changyuan heard the shout behind him, he knew something was wrong.Just now, he saw that the figure really looked like Du Changhong, but the position where the figure was leaning was still two or three meters away from the edge of the cliff.

Even if he wanted to push him down, he would never be able to do it with such a light push.What's more, if it was really Du Changhong, how could he slide so far in that posture before falling.

Du Changyuan took two steps in the direction that the figure slid down, leaving only a drag mark about one person's width on the mud on the ground.And since that figure fell off the cliff until now, he hasn't been able to hear any sound coming from under the cliff.

Got it!It was clear that someone had set up a game, and it was already a foregone conclusion when he walked over.

As for Du Changhong, in all likelihood, he should have fallen to the bottom of the cliff not long before he came, and his life and death were uncertain.

He turned his head to look at Du Wenhu who had already run far away, and made a decision immediately.

If he ran again now, it would be even more embarrassing, not to mention that even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, it was just from a personal point of view, he also hoped that Du Changhong could come back alive.

Du Changyuan quickly left the intersection and chased after Du Wenhu desperately.

It won't help if he shouts anything now, what he needs most is to get to the attic first, and only after he convinces Du Guoquan can he get Du Changhong back.

If Du Changhong was still alive, the murderer would naturally be invisible.Even if he... had encountered an accident, he would definitely be able to find clues.

Du Changhong was different from disabled Changsheng and Xiujuan, even if a man in his prime approached him, he would not fall without a trace of resistance.

Hearing Du Wenhu's shout, Du Guoquan, who was standing in the attic, narrowed his eyes intoxicated.

I don't know who to thank, everything is going so smoothly.

Look, everyone is rushing towards him now.As long as Du Guoquan is around for a day, he is the backbone of these people.

He leisurely went downstairs, leaning on a walking stick and wandering towards the outside of the yard.

Du Changyuan ran all the way, leaving Du Wenhu far behind.When he saw Du Guoquan, who was so relaxed, his throat choked, and he had no choice but to speak.

"Master Guoquan, I...my dad fell off the cliff, you can find some people from the village to go and have a look together..."

The word dad rolled up and down in his throat and swallowed several times before he said it with difficulty, looking at Du Guoquan earnestly with his eyes.

As long as, as long as he promises to send someone down to find someone, he will forever bury the secrets about him that he saw in his heart.

Du Wenhu chased after him, and grabbed Chang Yuan's wrist with his left hand: "Uncle Guoquan, don't be fooled by this kid. I just saw it with my own eyes, and he pushed Chang Hong down."

"If you don't spit out blood, what good will it do me if I push him down? When I get there, the one lying there is not my dad at all."

"Your father?" Du Wenhu slapped his thigh and laughed loudly at this address, "Since you came back, how many things Changhong has done for you, when did you call him dad?"

"Now that you push him off the cliff, you know how to call Dad?" He saw through Du Changyuan's expression, stretched out his fingers and poked his chest vigorously.

"Are you guilty?"

"Guilty? If I have a guilty conscience, why should I beg him to send someone to help me find someone? I believe that as long as I get him back, it will be clear who did this."

"Do you think the big guys helped you go down the mountain to find people, or bloody corpses? In our village, a few people fell from here in the early years, but they never came back alive."

"You expect a dead man to testify against you? To expect a dead man to tell us all that you are innocent for the sake of being his son?"

Speaking of this, the expression on Du Wenhu's face changed, and he rushed towards Du Guoquan with a crying voice: "Uncle Guoquan, you have to make the decision for Changhong. Changhong has suffered all kinds of hardships for this son in his life, you can We can't just let him be harmed by this white-eyed wolf."

Du Changyuan's face was livid. With a witness like Du Wenhu present, even if he said it out loud, he would not be able to prove his innocence.

The only thing he could do was to beg Du Guoquan to let go and find someone.

Du Guoquan watched all this coldly, and the secret joy in his heart could hardly be suppressed.If you quarrel for a while longer, and if you quarrel more fiercely, then this little bastard will definitely follow these people and bow his head to him.

So what if he is younger than himself...

Du Guoquan lowered his head slightly, his eyes only looked at Du Wenhu who was sitting on the ground and was sloppy.Du Wenhu hugged his thigh with both hands, crying with snot and tears, as if Chang Hong was his closest relative.

Everyone's eyes were on Chang Yuan. No matter how violent the quarrel between Chang Hong and his son was, to them, it was nothing more than a scene of excitement.

They have not left this village for too long, and in their hearts, the law and the police are all too far away from them.

As spectators watching the excitement, what they want to see is the struggle of the people in the play and the ups and downs of the story. As for their feelings, what does it have to do with them?

"Master Guoquan, I swear, I'm really not a murderer. I just beg you... I just beg you to send some uncles and uncles to help me find my father back."

Du Changyuan lowered his eyes, suppressed the coldness in his eyes, squeezed out two tears and continued: "I left my hometown and grew up wandering outside since I was a child. When I finally came back, what I saw was my relatives one after another. die..."

"I also ask Uncle Guoquan to help me once for my parents' sake."

Du Guoquan squinted his eyes, looked at Du Changyuan's bowed hair and cleared his throat: "It's not that I won't help you, it's just that you said you begged me..."

Du Guoquan gritted his teeth and accentuated the pronunciation of the word "begging". Today he carefully saw the long-term appearance clearly, and the red-eyed appearance of wanting to give up is too cute.

Changhong and his wife are not so handsome.

Du Changyuan's eyes were red, his face was full of despair, tears rolled down from his eyes, but the hands hanging on both sides of his body were tightly clenched into fists, and the thin nails drew a few bloodstains on the palms.

He has lived so much outside these years, so he naturally knows when to show weakness.

He naturally knew exactly what Du Guoquan was looking for.Gritting his teeth, he knelt down towards Du Guoquan.