He became the president of their local maintenance association, and the first thing he did was to donate his wife. His wife became a military girl in the Japanese pirate military camp, a comfort woman.
He became the closest friend of the local Japanese pirates. He was the most dedicated president of their local maintenance association. The shopkeeper who killed his daughter was caught by the Japanese pirate brigade and tortured to death by him.
A good and honest man at first became the most vicious devil in the local area. Many families were forced to die by him. He worked hard to find food for the Japanese pirates and did not care about the lives of these families who had lost their food.
After the Japanese pirates were defeated, he also began to be liquidated. He was publicly tried by the people and died under the sword of my grandfather. Amidst the angry roars of the people, he was beheaded by my grandfather with a knife. He remained a fool until his death.
Smiling naively.
He was an honest man, and he was also a devil. No fewer than hundreds of Chinese people died under his hands. He indirectly killed thousands of people, and he just watched these people die with such an innocent smile.
My grandfather rummaged through the portraits in his hand and soon found a portrait of Zheng Zhiwei. His charges were written below, as well as the seals of the local government, the United Front Work Department, and the Military Department. The scarlet seal marks proved this.
It is real, and the words on the seal leave no room for doubt that it is fake, because no one has the guts to imitate these seals.
"It's this guy, Zheng Zhiwei."
My grandfather looked at the portrait in his hand and the words below the portrait, and handed the piece of paper to the great elder of the shamanism.
"Um……"
The great elder of the shamanism responded and reluctantly took the paper handed over by his grandfather.
The great elder looked at the portrait drawn by his shamanistic disciple, and then looked at the portrait on the paper my grandfather handed him. They looked very similar, not exactly the same, but almost the same. No one could say it was the same person.
Let’s take a look at the charges against this man written below. He was a traitor who maintained the Japanese pirate association. He directly and indirectly killed many Chinese people. After the Japanese pirates were defeated, he was beheaded and executed. On it were the seals of the three powerful departments at that time.
It proved that this man's crime was not fictitious and he was not unjust.
After reading the information on this piece of paper, the great elder looked at the thick stack in my grandfather's hand. They should all be papers with this kind of portrait, with accusations and big seals.
"You have been prepared for this."
The elder shaman understood immediately after thinking about it. He had been on guard for this for a long time. People like him didn't know who had been killed by this sword. He was the master of the sword. How could he not know that he had killed him?
How many people were there and what were the people killed for? So I was afraid that there might be some dirty trick on my part, so I didn't prepare it in advance.
"I was not too old to remember things, so I looked for my old comrades and found out all the notices these people had at that time. Fortunately, they are archived in the archives."
Grandpa did not deny that he was prepared. Isn't it normal to be prepared? Isn't it a problem if you are not prepared? Who would be stupid and not prepared? Are you really not afraid of others plotting against you? Or do you think that there are good people in the world?
"In that case, why don't you show them all to me?"
When the great elder heard what my grandfather said, he knew that these things were from the official source, so naturally he would not make any quibbles.
Otherwise, it can be said that this great elder was forged by grandpa and the others, but we cannot say that now, because this is already an issue involving the official yamen. No matter how big shamanism is, it can't be bigger than the law, and it can't be bigger than the official yamen.
"Please..." My grandpa handed the stack of portrait materials to the shaman elder and told the shaman elder that he could look at them as he pleased and compare them however he wanted. My grandpa didn't care.
"Okay." The great elder of the shamanism took the stack of portrait materials handed over by my grandfather. He did not compare them where he was, but walked back to the shamanism viewing seat.
The great elder of the shamanism returned to the shamanism viewing seat, put all these materials on the table, and waved to the shamanism disciples.
Several shamanic disciples were waiting for the elders' orders at any time. When they saw the great elder waving, these shamanic disciples did not dare to neglect. They quickly stepped forward, walked to the great elder and bowed to him.
"What is the order from the Great Elder? Disciples are waiting for dispatch."
"Compare these with these separately, find the same people, pick them out, and see if there are any single ones."
The elder shaman put two stacks of portrait materials on the table and asked the shaman disciples to compare them one by one to see if there was anything missing or anything that the head of the Wu family did not provide. You can't just take out a pile of information.
I don’t want to see if it’s true or not, so I’ll just believe you. If there’s any discrepancy with my own portrait, I’ll get into trouble later.
If there are no discrepancies, and you and others can't find anything wrong with the head of the Wu family, then there is nothing you can do, and you can only accept your fate. As the old saying goes, I can't beat the shit out of you, even if your asshole is clamped tightly,
If you clamp it tightly, you will be great.
"Yes, disciple, we will do it now."
Several Shaman disciples took action immediately after receiving the order from the Great Elder. The three of them cooperated in a tacit understanding. They all began to spread out these materials and proofread them with their own drawings. As long as they were similar in length, they were carefully identified.
, put them away and put them together after confirming that they are correct, and put aside those that are somewhat inconsistent, and wait for the Great Elder to take a look before making a decision.
In no time, these three people had basically finished their work. There were still a few discrepancies left. These divided sheets had been placed on the table. The discrepant ones were removed by a shaman disciple.
He took it in his hand and went to find the great elder who was standing aside.
"Great Elder, there are basically no differences between those. There is no comparison between these pictures. These pictures are slightly different in appearance, and they are all here."
The shaman disciple respectfully handed the portrait information to the great elder with both hands. Waiting for the great elder to take the portrait information, the shaman disciple stood aside and did not make any other actions.
"Yes." The great elder responded and reached out to take the portrait information handed over by the shaman disciple. He counted it carefully and found that there were seven discrepancies in total. Three of them did not have character information introduction, which means that the head of the Wu family did not provide any information.
As for the data, the remaining four look a bit different.
However, there is something wrong with these few pictures. It seems that they are not very convincing. Although this can be said in a far-fetched way, it seems to be somewhat contradictory to the shaman saint's demeanor and face, so it cannot be used here.
He would not let go of every little issue, otherwise he would lose the dignity of his master, but he still decided to ask the shaman and the saint.
The great elder put away these portrait materials, walked to the shaman saint, told the shaman saint the matter, and explained some of the things, pros and cons to the shaman saint in detail.
Explain, after finishing speaking, wait for the shaman saint to make a decision.