Ma Dehua's life experience is very legendary. He debuted as a teenager and worked as a pickpocket and thief. Later, he helped people fight and chop people on the street. When he was at his worst, he was chased and kicked out of the province. In the end, it was said that he relied on his wife to get home.

Some people say that he relies on his relationship with his wife and Lao Du, some people say that he relies on his means of being cruel to the enemy and to himself, and some people say that he is the illegitimate son of the province.

There are many versions of the rumors, but no matter what, if a wolf eats meat or a dog eats shit, this person must have something extraordinary, otherwise a pool of mud will not reach the height of today.

Yu Minshun was slightly behind half a distance, standing behind Ma Dehua, with a serious expression on his face and without saying a word.

After Ma Dehua respected three incense sticks, he looked at somewhere west of the city with a devout expression. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate more than ten miles and saw the bloody incident on the long street in the west of the city.

He stared for a long time before sighing, turned his head to Yu Minshun beside him and said, "Minshun, is it really good for you to do this?"

Yu Minshun was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"Minsulu, I'm afraid that we will go to the eighteen levels of hell after death." Ma Dehua sighed and said quietly: "In recent years, we have walked quickly and the company has developed, but our hands are getting dirty and can't be washed clean. Sometimes, life is really ridiculous. When we arrive in the city, everyone respects me. I am the chairman of Jinhai. At the same time, I am a believer in Puguang Temple. I always come here a few times a year to listen carefully to Buddhist scriptures and study Buddhism."

"Brother Hua, you are feeling again."

"Haha, that's right. I'm old and always have some weird and unrealistic ideas." Ma Dehua smiled slightly self-deprecatingly, and then said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain."

After saying that, Ma Dehua took a step and was about to go down the mountain, but after walking a few steps, he slapped his forehead and turned back.

Ma Dehua came to a toad next to the locust tree with the words "Madehua Exclusive" written on the back, which was about one foot long and four fingers thick.

This is a toad made of granite. The toad has a hollow belly, a mouth is open, and the base is sticking to the cement. The surface of the toad is somewhat weathered and sandy, which looks a bit old.

"I almost forgot about this."

Ma Dehua whispered to himself softly, then reached into his arms, took out a Buddhist bead that was as big as a longan eye from his arms, and threw it into the toad's mouth.

There were already seven or eight Buddhist beads in the toad's mouth, but now... there is another one more.

On the other side, that night, when he had just come out of the morgue, there were still tears on his face. Li Cuihong, who was about to go home, was blocked on the road.

The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a white-inch shirt and a black suit. He was in his early thirties, with a straight face and looked very gentle.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man in the suit grinned and said, "Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Li Bing, and I am from Jinhai Company."

"People from Jinhai Company?" Li Cuihong was stunned, then roared in shock and roared: "You still dare to come? Isn't it enough to kill my husband just now?!"

Li Bing pondered: "Li Cuihong, your husband is a mess. He has no experience matching his age. We are also very sorry when he dies, but I know you are a smart person, right?"

Li Cuihong was silent when she heard the sound.

As Li Bing said, Li Cuihong is a smart person, at least much smarter than his husband.

She knew very well that the culprit of her husband Bull Gengsheng's death was Jinhai Company! She even suspected that the man in suit was the driving force that killed his husband!

But so what?

Before coming, Li Cuihong asked J Police X. The police's view was that the car accident caused death, there were no hit-and-run, there were traces of brakes at the scene, and countless passers-by showed evidence to prove that the perpetrator, A San, had honked his whistle many times at the time, and he did not drink, did not drive poison, and had no motive for intentional murder!

So, Li Cuihong knew very well that even if Ah San entered, he would be sentenced to three years. With Jin Hai's connection, there was no need to investigate this matter!

Li Cuihong could even guess 70% or 80% of the incident, but there was no evidence!

What can she do?

Seeing him silent, Li Bing thought about it and said softly: "Let's go to the restaurant over there to have a good talk?"

Li Cuihong held back her tears and said, "The big bull's body is still lying in the morgue. Let's talk about it in a few days?"

Li Bing was silent for a long time and sighed and said, "The deceased has passed away. The living people still have to live, right? Don't think about yourself, but also think about your parents who are almost eighty, and your nineteen-year-old son."

Li Cuihong's tears flowed down unconsciously. She wiped it dry silently, thought about it on the spot for more than ten seconds, and then nodded.

The next day, at 10:00 am.

South of the city, Qiongtian Building on Xinmin Road, in the third floor gym.

Chen Baichuan was wearing the popular bell-bottom pants, big-headed leather shoes were shiny black and licked with a calf hairstyle, and was sitting on a gym chair smoking a cigarette.

The entire third floor is a gym. In H City in 2003, fitness was still a prototype, and fitness programs were limited to dance and yoga. There is only one in the Qiongtian Building in H City.

In recent days, Chen Baichuan likes to come here for a walk if he has something to do, especially in the yoga training room.

Before Chen Baichuan finished smoking a cigarette, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately stood up with his crotch in his arms.

Chen Baichuan put out the cigarette butts and rushed to a beautiful woman coming towards him, saying, "Hello, Teacher Jiang! Hello!"

The name of Mr. Jiang, Chen Baichuan, is Jiang Xuemei. She is a yoga teacher here and a veritable beauty. She looks only 27 or 28 years old, about 165 years old, has a charming figure, a melon-shaped face, long hair is tied into a ponytail with a purple rubber band, and is wearing a loose blue bodybuilding suit.

"Xiao Chen, I came so early." Jiang Xuemei smiled, then glanced at the cigarette butts that were still smoking, and said with a frown: "I've smoked again. I've told you several times that smoking is not allowed here!"

While talking, Jiang Xuemei walked towards the yoga training room with her long legs.

"Yes." Chen Baichuan nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, like an obedient and good baby. He stepped behind Jiang Xuemei and asked, "Teacher Jiang, should we practice body shaping today?"

"Practice balance first, don't take too fast!" Jiang Xuemei turned around and stretched out her slender green fingers and gently lit Chen Baichuan's forehead.

"ah--"

Chen Baichuan was stunned. When he was pointed at by this little white jade-like finger, he lost all his soul on the spot.

“Okay OK.”

Chen Baichuan nodded repeatedly and hunched over.

"Xiao Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Chapter completed!