As soon as this letter came out, I was immediately shocked!
Finally, someone is willing to stand up and take responsibility for these cases! But who is this vengeful god? Because the words posted on the Internet are in Japanese characters, most people think that this vengeful god is Japanese.
The amount of information contained in this letter is really too great.
Not only did he mention the name of the Scarlet Temple, he also mentioned a Chinese Hong Kong man named Yin Boqiao, and the massacre of fourteen people that happened in Mohai City, China not long ago.
As a result, this letter on the Internet quickly spread to China. Yin Boqiao’s case was exposed by the public, and there were even pictures. Yin Boqiao was killed on the night of the traditional Chinese Spring Festival, and all kinds of bloody things were done.
Pictures of the scene were posted.
Mr. Quincy, who was supposed to be sympathetic, was suddenly drowned out by more and more condemnations.
A voting option also appeared on the Internet, and such a voting option appeared in China and the United States almost at the same time. The voting was almost one-sided in blaming Quincy, the owner of the Scarlet Temple.
Many people called on the U.S. police to open a case to investigate this horrific murder case through the Internet.
On the contrary, some friends pointed out that in this letter, the Nemesis warned Quincy not to break the law again, proving that the Nemesis committed these mysterious and bizarre thefts out of justice and loyalty to friendship.
Some people believe that although the Vengeful God has stolen a large amount of property belonging to Quincy, it has not harmed innocent people. He actually calls the Vengeful God a messenger of justice and is doing justice on behalf of heaven.
The most exciting thing is that an unknown person posted a post on well-known forum communities in the United States, China and other countries at the same time, revealing that the Scarlet Temple is actually a transnational killer organization.
The most exciting thing is that it was followed closely by the announcement of some detailed data. On a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, and a certain place, there were more than ten sets of such data, and the final finger pointed directly at the Scarlet Temple.
The whole world is in an uproar!
The US police began an investigation into the Scarlet Temple!
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On the plane from Philadelphia to Huaxia Mohai, Fan Qiangqiang flipped through the day's newspaper he asked the stewardess for and read the densely packed English newspapers.
After seeing reports that the Scarlet Temple was a killer organization, Fan Jianqiang guessed that this must be Cheng Leijiang's doing.
Obviously, Cheng Leijiang guessed that the God of Vengeance was himself, so he cooperated like this.
Fan Jianqiang smiled and muttered secretly: "Happy cooperation!"
After closing his eyes, Fan Jianqiang took a nap.
After these days of traveling to the United States, although Fan Qiangqiang feels very comfortable, he also feels that he is really too busy and does not have much time to spend with his family.
And they have to work hard to strengthen themselves all the time. Look around, the Ouyang family, the Cheng family, the Li family of Yalan Huanshe, the Qin family of the Blood Temple, and the enemy Dongfang family who have not yet been activated. These forces all look like
There are thousands of tons of giant ships sailing on the sea, and I am more like a small sampan. Next to these giant ships, I may be sunk at any time!
This trip to the United States is said to be about flexing muscles and showing strength, but is it not about surviving in the cracks?
Pressure! From the moment he and Dongfang Xiangchen turned against each other, huge pressure existed! Fan Jianqiang felt like a tireless running horse, as if he would be caught and ridden if he stopped.
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Just as I was feeling sorry for myself, I suddenly heard noise coming from the seats a few rows behind.
An American flight attendant angrily said to the man on the left seat: "Sir, please respect yourself and me. I can sue you."
The man was Chinese, with a shoehorn face, a flat nose, skinny skin, sparse hair, an upward hairline, a pair of small mung bean-sized eyes with eye circles like pandas, and he looked like he masturbated too much.
The same people who have died.
"What did you say? I don't understand English!"
The plump stewardess immediately said in Chinese: "Sir, you just molested me! I want you to apologize to me immediately, otherwise I will reserve the right to sue you!"
The skinny Chinese man's face suddenly turned red and he shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't molest you! I didn't do it at all! I was just sleeping!"
A white man next to him smiled and said in English: "Chinese people are the most dishonest. I clearly saw him touching the flight attendant's buttocks with his hand."
On a long-haul flight like Philadelphia to Mohai, almost all the passengers on the plane choose to sleep. Almost no one in the seats behind saw what happened just now.
Fan Jianqiang heard that the white young man's words were disrespectful to the Chinese people, and he immediately couldn't help but retort in English: "Sir, please use your brain when you speak. Do you know that you are suspected of racial discrimination?"
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The young white man glanced at Fan Qianqiang with disdain and said, "I mean this Chinese guy is dishonest, not you."
"That's best. Please respect the Chinese people and respect yourself."
The white young man then muttered to his companions in French: "Chinese people are so boring."
Fan Jianqiang loosened his seat belt, stood up suddenly, glared at the man, and said in French: "If you dare to fart with your mouth again, believe it or not, I will slap you in the mouth?"
The young white man asked in astonishment: "Can you understand me when I speak French?"
"Speak Italian when you have the ability!" Fan Qianqiang said this in Italian.
"If you are more capable, why don't you try Spanish?" Uncle Fan switched to Spanish again.
"Do you speak German? If not, shut up! How dare you look down on us Chinese people!" This time Uncle Fan spoke in German.
The young white man was stunned and completely dumbfounded.
At least half of the people on the plane were Chinese. Although they couldn't understand what Fan Jianqiang said, they all knew that he spoke a different language. Someone immediately cheered loudly.
A man with a Northeastern accent cheered: "Brother, well done! Give us Chinese people face!"
Fan Qiangqiang clasped his fists and said with a smile: "You're welcome, you're welcome, I just can't stand those foreigners looking down on us Chinese people."
The Northeastern man said: "Yes, we Chinese people don't have a high international status. When we work outside, we are always looked down upon by foreigners. I'm used to it."
"How can we get used to it? They look down on us because they are afraid of us and don't understand us. The most important thing for us Chinese people outside is not to be weak. We must argue for reasonable things. If others look down on us, we ourselves
We need to think highly of ourselves. If we feel inferior to ourselves, will others still respect us?"
The Northeastern man said loudly: "That's right! That's right! Brother, you are very suitable for me! My name is Guo Xiaotian! What do you call me brother?"
"My name is Fan Qiangqiang."
"I want to change seats with the person next to you. Brother Fan, please tell him."
Fan Jianqiang saw that he had a strong back, slanted sideburns, and a handsome appearance. He had a bit of the spirit of Yang Wuji, the leader of the dragon group. His heart moved. He must not be ordinary in appearance. He couldn't help but secretly guess the identity of this person.
Sitting next to Fan Jianqiang was an old foreign man in his sixties. Fan Jianqiang laughed at him and said in English: "Sorry, sir, I met a friend and I want to chat with him. I would like to ask, Mr.
Sir, would you like to change places with my friend?"
The old foreign man smiled politely: "No problem."
"Thank you so much."
Guo Xiaotian also smiled and said thank you to the old foreign man, and sat down on the seat next to Fan Qianqiang.
"Hahaha, brother Fan, I admire a talent like you. I'm just stupid. I can't even learn English well enough. Even Mandarin is not very standard. Can you tell me what you just said?
What language?"
"Spanish, German, French and Italian."
Guo Xiaotian raised his thumb: "Add English and mother tongue, you can speak the languages of six countries!"
"No, I'm not good at studying."
"Brother Fan, you are so humble. In fact, what I admire most about you is not how many foreign languages you can speak, but the generosity with which you just spoke up for us Chinese people!"
"Brother Guo, I think you will speak even if I don't speak, right?"
Guo Xiaotian said awkwardly: "I will definitely do it, but the premise is that I can understand what others are saying. I can only speak a few simple spoken words, and I can stay in a hotel, ask for directions and so on."
At this time, two flight attendants on the plane came over and asked the flight attendant and the wretched-looking Chinese man. The man was defensive, and Guo Xiaotian couldn't help but interjected: "Brother, if it was really you who did it, how dare you
If you do it, you have the guts to do it, why don't you just apologize to me and let's get over it?"
The man had a look of injustice on his face, as if he was about to cry: "It's really not me. If it were me, I would just admit it. Even if she sues me, it doesn't matter whether it's American or Chinese law. At most, she will be punished."
It’s not like I can’t afford the fine, but the problem is, it’s not me at all!”
He looked at Fan Jianqiang for help and said, "Little brother, you are good at English. Can you help me?"
Fan Qiang said: "It's really not you?" He looked at an eleven or twelve-year-old white child on the other side of this person, and the white young man opposite him who had just argued with him. Obviously, the white young man opposite him
The angle is wrong, it's impossible to have such long hands. The two most suspicious people, besides this wretched man, are the little boy opposite.
"It's really not true. I swear, I swear on my personality, I never touched her. I was sleeping. I was working in the laboratory for the past few days before I returned to China. I worked continuously for more than thirty hours.
How can I have the time to touch someone’s butt!”
Fan Qiangqiang saw that his expression didn't seem like he was lying. He looked at the little boy and saw that he was actually concentrating on reading. This was not surprising at first, but because of the noisy situation outside, everyone was watching.
It’s so lively, and this kid, doesn’t he have any curiosity at all? This is not in line with common sense!
After a little observation, Fan Qianqiang found that the little boy hadn't turned the page for a long time, and he suddenly knew something.
Fan Jianqiang stood up with a smile and walked to the two flight attendants and the stewardess.
"Allow me to say a few words. I know that if you sue him, he will face the danger of going to jail. Maybe he will go to jail for many years. He will lose his job. Maybe even his wife will leave him. Many
People will condemn him, humiliate him, and look down on him." Fan Qiangqiang said in English.
"Of course, if it was really what he did, he brought it upon himself and deserved it. As his compatriot, I will never protect him. However, if he was wronged, wouldn't it be too unfair for him?
Is fairness too cruel?”
"So I hope that people who have really made mistakes can have the courage to stand up and admit it, and don't be a coward. If you are wronged like this next time, you won't feel well, right? Show some courage as a man,
Be brave enough to admit your mistakes.”
Fan Jianqiang's words were not meant for the stewardess and two flight attendants. As he spoke, he looked at the little boy out of the corner of his eye.
The little boy's face turned red and he suddenly burst into tears.
Fan Qiangqiang looked at the little boy with a smile and said: "Boy, it doesn't matter. Be brave and behave like a little man. I know you are curious for a moment and just a little naughty. You admit your mistake to this big sister. Big sister."
Sister will forgive you."
The little boy hummed and looked at the flight attendant in front of him with shame: "I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's none of that person's business."
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A small turmoil subsided. The wretched and skinny Chinese man was very grateful to Fan Jianqiang for his help and thanked him repeatedly. During the conversation, he learned that this man's name was Wang Zuke, a native of Mohai, a professor who studies medicine, and he was going there this time.
Business trip to the United States.
Aren't professors usually sanctimonious? This Wang Zuke looks nothing like him in appearance.
This man was not good at words. He chatted with Fan Jianqiang and Guo Xiaotian for a while, but often couldn't get a word in. Then he said that after returning to Mohai, he wanted to invite Fan Jianqiang to dinner, but Fan Jianqiang politely declined him.
This Guo Xiaotian, on the other hand, is very talkative and talks endlessly about the customs and customs of Northeast China and many interesting things. He talks about Sino-U.S. relations and Sino-Japanese relations, and he actually does so in a coherent manner.
When the plane was about to arrive at Mohai, Guo Xiaotian took the initiative to exchange phone numbers and invited Fan Qianqiang to dinner. The enthusiasm of the Northeastern people made Fan Qiangian unable to refuse. Then he thought about it, just having a meal might not necessarily make him
Implicated, he agreed.
Guo Xiaotian was very sociable, so he called Professor Wang with him. Soon, the plane landed at Mohai International Airport. Wang Zuke’s wife came to pick him up. The people who came to pick up Guo Xiaotian were two of his friends, one with the surname Zheng and the other with the surname Zhou.
Zheng drove a Mercedes-Benz, and it was just enough to fit in a tight squeeze.
Fan Jianqiang's Aston Martin was parked in the airport parking lot, but seeing the situation, he was embarrassed to drive the car out, lest others misunderstand that he was showing off.
Guo Xiaotian asked Xiao Zhou to call and book a high-end hotel for dinner, and then drove to the hotel.