Chapter 985 No Freedom
Because of the injuries of Chen Yang and Song Shunu, what happened at Four Seasons Villa was once again put on hold.
People from Bei'an entered the hospital for treatment.
It seems that the identities and positions have been exchanged. Now the people they investigated have left the hospital, and they are all huddled in the hospital.
It seems that Binhai has some advantages.
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Zhou Le was buried.
All members of the princeling forces were present, but Han Qian still did not appear.
All Lin Zongheng’s cronies arrived at their destination, and Lin Zongheng did not come to see them off. He was undergoing surgery on his right leg in the hospital.
On the steps of the Main Hall of the temple, Han Qian put his chin in his hands and looked at the sky.
contradiction!
What a contradiction!
Zheng Jing’s death had a lot to do with Zhou Le.
Most of the reason for Zhou Le's death was because he wanted to apologize to Zheng Jing.
Zheng Jing did not kill Zhou Le because of Han Qian.
Zhou Le committed suicide and apologized to Zheng Jing because of Han Qian.
Go around and around.
The damn thing seems to be myself.
Han Qian turned his head and looked at the old monk sitting next to him. The old monk put his arm around Han Qian's shoulders and shook him gently.
“Can’t understand?”
Han Qian shook his head.
"I understand, the person who should least be alive is me."
The old Taoist priest standing behind Han Qian curled his lips and spat.
“Spit.”
Han Qian turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest and said softly.
"I have always been curious about a question, why is it that when you are a bad guy, you are so cool and comfortable, but once the prodigal son turns around, there will be no good end?"
The old Taoist priest curled his lips again.
“Because having no bottom line and morality will make a person live very freely.”
Han Qian extended his thumb to the old Taoist priest and nodded seriously.
“You will be sorry to God until you die.”
The old Taoist priest sneered.
"Do you believe this? Aren't you sad that Zhou Le died?"
Han Qian stood up to take action, but the old monk pulled Han Qian and was busy comforting him.
“Oh, okay, okay, okay, this old guy was killed with just one slap. His dog’s mouth couldn’t spit out ivory, but your current state makes me, an old monk, a little worried. , I don’t want to see you like you are now even more than you are sad and crying.”
Han Qian squeezed out a smile at the old monk. The old monk sighed and said nothing, and the old Taoist priest stood behind him again. He pouted.
"Fake! There is no smile more fake than yours."
The old monk turned his head to look at the old Taoist priest and frowned.
"Can you please stop lingering in my temple? Don't you have any wild views?"
The old Taoist spat at the old monk and said.
"Your Taoist Master, I was born to be bohemian and free-spirited. What's wrong with me coming here to sit for a while? Xiao Han Qian, do you feel that the more wealth you have, the higher your status, the less freedom you have?"
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Han Qian lowered his head and the old Taoist priest spoke again.
"Really? You don't dare to cry, you don't dare to make a fuss, you don't even dare to go to the funeral. You are suffering inside. You are more sad than anyone else when your brother dies, but you can't show it, you even You have to show that Zhou Le deserves to die, because too many people are watching you. You went to Zhou Le's funeral. As long as you show sadness, as long as you shed tears, the people in Bei'an will immediately let you go to jail. A few guys inside went to bite Su Liang because Su Liang couldn't absolve himself of the crime. People around him left one after another. You can't be sad and shed tears. You have to pretend to be indifferent to protect the living. Isn't it special? Not free." Han Qian's shoulders trembled and the old Taoist said again.
“Money can satisfy people’s desires, but at the same time it can also make people lose their freedom.”
“Hey, hey, hey.”
Hearing Han Qian's unusual laughter, the old Taoist priest came forward and asked in a low voice.
"Crazy?"
Han Qian pushed the old Taoist priest's head away, looked up at the sky and sighed.
“Why do you always see blood for a while? The dogs in this temple are smarter than the outsiders. Now there are many accusations against Xiaoliang. The whole Fengtian knows about our relationship. Now we both give each other One knife, outsiders would say, oh, it’s a small fight, how close they are! I couldn’t control myself when I went to Zhou Le’s funeral, and my emotional breakdown would prove that I have a close relationship with Zhou Le. Zhou Lejin naturally explained that there is no way to explain Su Liang and Zhou Lejin! Now there is no contact between Su Liang and Zhou Le, which is really not free. "
The old Taoist priest. Sitting on the other side of Han Qian, he put his arm around Han Qian's shoulders and whispered.
"Actually, Zhou Le is a very long-lived person."
Han Qian sighed.
"Don't fart when people are dead. Now I don't care what those people outside think or say. Lin Zongheng and the others are making trouble if they want to convict Chu Sui. I'm thinking about my aunt. What should I do? Go explain.”
He closed his eyes and sighed.
"I don't know! No matter how I explain it, it doesn't seem to work. My aunt should know the inside story. Do you think it's very rubbish for me to think about how to excuse myself at this time?"
The old monk smiled.
“It’s right to think about these things. It’s much better than thinking about unrealistic things. I’m going to chant sutras.”
After the old monk left, Han Qian looked at The old Taoist priest stood up and raised his hands.
"I'm leaving too."
"If you don't leave, you will be beaten."
A man was sitting on the steps looking at the sky. Zhou Le's death made Han Qian feel conflicted, as if a group of people were fighting. Various figures of Zheng Jing, Zhou Le and Su Liang kept appearing in his mind.
There was no grievance or unwillingness in Zhou Le's death. After all, someone died at the party at Four Seasons Villa.
There are three waiters, two men and one woman.
Although their deaths were not caused by Zhou Le himself, Zhou Le could not escape suspicion.
It’s just that Han Qian has a little selfishness hidden in his heart. He wants to send Zhou Le to a mental hospital to protect Zhou Le from living. Han Qian also thought about whether to fake his death like Lin Zongheng, but this case After all, it needs one person to bear the responsibility. Zhou Le's life is his life, not others'.
He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
The door of the temple was pushed open, and Xu Hongchang trotted all the way to Han Qian's side, whispering what happened at the yamen gate.
Han Qian really couldn't arouse any interest, so he lit a cigarette and continued to be in a daze.
Xu Hongchang scratched his head and whispered.
"Master, the results of Chu Sui's identification came out. He is really mentally ill. At first we also doubted whether he was pretending to be intentional. After examinations, tests and other examinations, it was found that he was really mentally ill. Li Dongsheng also revealed After a while, Chu Sui took a lot of psychotropic drugs to himself every day to harm himself.”
Han Qian lowered his head and looked at the steps and said softly.
“He is very conflicted now. He does not want to take medicine and does not want to be controlled by Feng Lun’s thoughts. However, Feng Lun’s thoughts continue to control him to take medicine, making him think that only by taking medicine will he lose his mind. According to Feng Lun, If you look at things from Lun's perspective, you have a chance of victory. The matter at Four Seasons Villa has a lot to do with Chu Sui. Although Zhou Le didn't say anything to me, I knew it."
Xu Hongchang was scratched. Scratching his head, he whispered.
"Master, there is something wrong at the mental hospital. Now this mental hospital is no longer under our control. It seems that someone in the capital has tampered with it. The mental hospital suddenly has a lot of guards and surveillance. Yesterday Even when Chen Qiang wanted to come out to watch the fun, he was stopped."
Han Qian raised his head and looked at Xu Hongchang and sighed.
At this time, Han Qian's mobile phone suddenly received a text message from Liu Shengge.
【Tomorrow, let’s meet, talk about something, and ask for your help. 】
(End of this chapter)