Ji Xinyao immediately went to untie Simon and pinched him to wake him up.
Simon was confused as to why he kept doing this.
"Miss Ji, what's going on?"
"There's no time to explain. We'll talk about it later when we're all busy. You just do what I say first."
Ji Xinyao whispered a few words to Simon, who immediately nodded and left the room.
She didn't dare to delay, and looked at the time. It was now eight forty, and it was exactly nine o'clock when she arrived at the hanging bridge.
She hid in the woods next to the bridge and waited until Song Lucun's companion put down the flashlight, the suspension bridge was pulled up again, and the man who pulled up the suspension bridge left, then she took the flashlight in her hand.
On the other side, Song Lucun looked at the people cheering for the burning, and couldn't help but feel frightened when he saw the living girl turned into a charred corpse.
It's not that he regrets the loss of life, after all, he never shows mercy when killing people, and it's not that he feels guilty towards the goddess, he's just a little scared, fearing that he will be next.
"It's all this witch's fault, causing us to lose the blessing of the God of Fortune!"
"We must investigate who faked this video! We must not let the culprit go and burn him to death!"
"Burn him, burn him!"
Song Lucun listened to the villagers' excited shouting. He was afraid that he would be too conspicuous if he didn't follow the shouting, so he could only raise his hands and shouted loudly, "Burn him, burn him. Find out the truth! Find out the reason! Find out
The culprit!"
Looking at the crazy crowd, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer.
He looked to the side courtyard and saw that Song Zilian was knocked unconscious when he arrived and has not woken up yet. This was a good thing for him.
Originally, he was still thinking that if he broke up with Song Zilian and went to his house with the LSK flashlight, facing Song Zilian who saw Ji Xinyao and his personal old housekeeper being helped, even if he had a pistol in his hand, he might not be able to compete with his increased anger.
combat effectiveness after success.
He had seen how terrifying Song Zilian was.
As long as he gets the evidence and lets these lunatics execute them both, it will be a sure thing that he leaves the village and wants to seize the Song Consortium when the overall situation is unstable.
If Song Zilian is not here, who else can the foreign surnames of the Song Family Group recognize as their main family?
The people in Songjia Village have lived in the village for generations and don't understand the hardships of running a business. They only use the Song family's money to engage in god worship. How can they compete with him for the management rights of the Song family.
They don't deserve it!
However, Song Lucun still doesn't understand that in the days when he accepted the Song Consortium, he could be said to be one of the first and second largest. The Song Consortium was really too big. Even after he took office, he had not yet carried out a structural investigation of the Song Consortium.
I don’t know how a monster like Song Zilian, who had been locked up all day long, got started so quickly.
After watching the burning, the villagers began to discuss how to recover the bones of the God of Fortune and then re-elect the God of Fortune and the Goddess.
Song Lucun didn't listen too seriously. He wouldn't stay here for too long anyway. He just wanted to get the LSK flashlight quickly and put the evidence in front of Song Xiren.
Finally, the meeting ended, and Song Lucun was almost the first to exit the main entrance of the ancestral hall.
He hurried to the hanging bridge, took the flashlight at the agreed location, and then returned to Song Zilian's house.
Everything was as usual at home. Simon was tied to his original position and was already awake, clamoring for Song Lu to leave him.
He was afraid of attracting outsiders, so he quickly stuffed a rag into Simon's mouth to prevent him from making any sound.
Then he walked to Ji Xinyao. Her hands were still handcuffed and there were many signs of struggle on them.
"If you want to break free so much, you might as well cut off your hand with the knife." Song Lucun said mockingly.
Ji Xinyao kicked him directly to vent her temper. Song Lucun immediately took a step back and grabbed her ankle.
"Ji Xinyao, I'll come back to deal with you later. Don't worry, we still have a long time. Song Zilian was knocked unconscious by Song Jinghao, and he will probably be taken away by Song Xiren for a while to do his ideological work. He won't come to rescue you so soon.
"
Ji Xinyao had a look of astonishment on her face. She had not thought of this, and she couldn't help but worry about Song Zilian.
Song Lucun threw her leg down, then walked to the bathroom and turned on the flashlight.
"Let me see your masterpiece."
However……
No.
Nothing!
Under the blue fluorescent light, the bathroom is clean.
Song Lucun almost turned the entire bathroom upside down, but could not find any evidence that the body of the God of Fortune was stored here.
"how so……"
Song Lucun could hardly believe his eyes.
He always felt that something was wrong, that he must have overlooked something.
Ji Xinyao was a little nervous, but there was no hint of timidity on her face.
Just now she asked Simon to search throughout the house for flashlights.
They cannot go to the village committee office to get it directly. Even if there is no one in the village committee now, as soon as the supplies are counted, something fishy may be discovered.
Because this is the temporary residence of the Song Zilian family in the village, it was probably built in the 1990s. There are many things in the house that were only from that era. Simon actually found a flashlight. Ji Xinyao hurriedly put the two flashlights inside
The structure was disassembled and the shells were replaced with each other. Because of her changes, the flashlight can still emit blue light, but it can no longer react with myoglobin.
Therefore, Song Lucun could not find anything.
But this is precisely the problem. Logically speaking, even if there are no blood stains in the bathroom, it should be possible to use fluorescence to illuminate some fingerprints and other traces of human metabolism, but this flashlight can't illuminate anything.
Ji Xinyao could only hope that Song Lucun didn't discover this.
At this time, Simon loosened the rope that was not tied tightly. Ji Xinyao had tied it for him. It looked strong, but Ji Xinyao had already told her that she could untie it by just pulling on one end of the rope.
He held a vase, walked towards Song Lucun softly, and then kowtowed to him heavily.
Song Lucun fell down at the sound, struggled a few times, and was able to get up.
After all, Simon was old and not very strong, so he couldn't knock him out. Song Lucun took out his pistol, but because of his severe head injury, he couldn't aim accurately. He fired a shot, but failed to hit Simon.
The sound of gunfire quickly attracted the surrounding neighbors.
When Ji Xinyao heard someone coming, she immediately shouted.
"Help! Killing! Killing!"
Neighbors immediately broke in and held down the gun-wielding Zong Lucun.
On the other side, Song Zilian, who was sent to Song Xiren's house, woke up, holding his head and looking at everything in front of him.
Song Xiren sat in front of him.
"Zilian, you finally woke up. I told you that it was true. Do you know that woman? You just stepped in and didn't look at the situation. Could you have stopped it?"
Song Zilian recalled what happened and felt a splitting headache.
He didn't ask questions. He knew what his uncle meant when he said this. That man must not be alive.
At this time, shouts came from downstairs.
"It's not good! It's not good! Something big has happened!"