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1296. Black and white life (20) three in one(1/7)

Black and White Life (2o)

What did Li Guofu die?

Brother Wei, who died to cheer up, also had a lot of wine. How much did he drink? Judging from the concentration of alcohol in his blood, he drank about one and a half pounds of white wine at 45 degrees.

A fifty-year-old man, who has drunk so much white wine and eaten three pills of Wei|Brother, who will die if he doesn't die?

As long as Li Guofu is not a fool, he will know that he cannot eat that thing when drinking alcohol, which is too dangerous! Then why did he take so many medicines?

Faced with Lin Yutong's inquiry, Yao Yi cried and shouted: This man who was killed by a thousand times is thinking about that all day long. I told him that he could not eat it, and he also took the medicine specifically. Then he didn't know why he turned it out. Maybe he drank too much, and he didn't know how much he had eaten.

This is a fool.

Li Guofu has been Lin Sanwa's brother-in-law for more than 20 years. How can he not drink during festivals? How much does Li Guofu have alcohol? Lin Sanwa doesn't know. Speaking of which, the alcohol capacity is not small, so it's okay to drink 80 taels of white wine. But then he went straight to the table. How could he drink one and a half pounds of pounds and a half pounds sober?

Lin Yutong called Nian Sanjia and officially called the police: This involved murder.

Call the police if you call the police. Can I be guilty if I call the police?

Did I ask him to drink so much wine? Did I ask him to take medicine? None of them! What does it have to do with me?!

Lin Yutong asked her: Who did he drink with?

Yao Yi glared: His daughter is unfilial, and she doesn't say anything about the New Year. My son is filial and comes home to bring good wine. The immortal one has to pester my son to drink. Look, he just likes the good wine brought back by my son. That bottle of wine costs more than 3,000 yuan, and he has never drunk such good wine in his life. Even the bottle is blown, I tell you that he can drink eight taels of rice, but he can just drink it with the bottle.

Lin Yutong reminded her: Li Guofu is a normal-minded person.

A person with a normal mind likes to drink, he will not be able to blow the bottle.

Yao Yi rolled her eyes: Who knows what he thought?

Lin Yutong chuckled: Are you sure that when you were drinking, you and your son were the only ones on the scene?

Of course, it's too late! Yao Yi is very sure, and she is not panicked at all. Isn't it just a family of three at home at night?

Very good! Lin Yutong got up and looked back at Yao Yi when she was about to leave. With a different meaning, Yao Yi couldn't help but be beating wildly in her heart.

When he got outside, Lin Yutong chuckled. He had suspected that this was a gang committing the crime, sure enough!

Li Guofu once said that he had indeed been to Yao Shuang's home. This trick was not difficult. The difficult thing was to cooperate and understand well. More importantly, he was not afraid of anyone turning against him. At that time, she felt that these three people must have a very close relationship.

As mothers, they are not afraid that their son will betray them. And their sons do not have to worry about their mothers betrayal. As for uneven distribution of spoils, it is even more impossible to have it. The money they get from mothers is actually given to their children.

Therefore, all Yao Yi's fearlessness lies in their impeccable link of evidence.

But is that really that way?

Parents’ emotions towards their children are different from their emotions towards their parents.

But Yao Yi, perhaps because she was used to being smooth sailing all the way, she almost forgot that her son had grown up. When she grew up, she thought too much. Maybe she wouldn't be a child who listened to her mother like that.

Yao Yi's son is Yao Ping, and he takes his mother's surname.

Lin Yutong didn't ask, just said: Tell me

What did you say? Yao Ping smiled awkwardly: I'm quite sorry, really.

Lin Yutong nodded: What a pity? I regret that he died too quickly. If he was slower or slower, maybe the doctor wouldn't know how much alcohol he drank during his lifetime, right?

Yao Ping's face changed: What do you mean? You doubt us

I didn't doubt anything. Lin Yutong took out a stack of photos and asked him to read them one by one: Don't you feel panicked?

These are the other fourteen other than Yao Yi's first husband.

Lin Yutong put down the photo: There are not so many coincidences in the world. She pointed to the photos on the table: When these people died, you were still young. Some of them looked like No. 2 No. 3 No. 4, I am afraid you don’t remember much. If you say that everyone’s death is related to you, it would be unfair.

Of course their death had nothing to do with me. Yao Ping almost jumped up: How old I was at that time? No matter how my mother was, she would not say anything, and he stopped.

Lin Yutong chuckled: Of course, this is not something you say is irrelevant. Sometimes, only after you hand the medicine over from the child's hands will it

No! Yao Ping widened his eyes: Some of them deserve to be damned. As he said that, he gasped heavily, as if he was in a certain madness: they deserve to be damned! They deserve to be damned! He slapped the table: they deserve to be damned!

Lin Yutong went over and patted his shoulder gently to comfort him: Yes! They are not good people. They are affectionate and lustful. Such people are not to be cherished.

Yao Ping took a deep breath, his eyes a little dissipated: Yes! Death is not worth cherishing! Death is not worth cherishing!

Lin Yutong looked out and asked to take the person down. She never thought that Yao Ping seemed to have a problem with his spirit. She didn't ask much, but she might be sure who Yao Yi's accomplices were.

In addition to Yao Ping, there is Yao Yi's daughter Yao Yao.

Compared to Yao Ping, Yao Yao seemed to be relieved: I guessed that sooner or later there would be such a day. One or two, three or five died so much, and no one would notice it. But too many deaths will always cause suspicion. This time my mother called us back and told us that the police came to the door, so I said not to do it, not to do it. Stop! I didn't listen. Something happened.

Lin Yutong handed over a glass of water, she politely said thank you, and then smiled bitterly: Not all of those people have anything to do with my mother. This was a coincidence at the beginning. She held the cup and said in a trembling voice: My mother learned to sing opera since she was a child. She was abducted by the opera troupe. Then do you know the kind of people in rural areas who find people to play sing and play sing for weddings and funerals? She just said it better with those people, and this is called folk artists. In fact, you know, such people are the most looked down upon. In some places, such people are called "turtle".

The turtle, also known as the turtle slave. The husband or male servant of the prostitute, was called the turtle in the past.

Later, this title was preserved, which means that artists who traveled around the streets to undertake various jobs. They had a very derogatory meaning.

In the eyes of many people, such people can be fooled. Women who have entered this industry are regarded as not very serious women.

Of course, these are bad habits many years ago. Later, they became a specialized profession, set up their own teams and made a lot of money. Those uncivilized things are rare. Everyone can give others enough respect.

What Yao Yao is talking about now is that when Yao Yi was a child, she grew up in a bad environment.

Lin Yutong didn't interrupt anything she said.

Later my mother

It's my dad





My dad is from an elementary school

�Music



Teacher



�My mother sings and operas

�Singing



�1

Personal

�画�



�1

Personal singing



It's just that





�In love



Want to get married





My grandparents disagree



They are





Want



I don't agree to my mother's background.





My dad will follow

My mother
To be continued...
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