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Li Jiayin wished that she could slap the third son on his despicable face.

Wang Bo was already dead. If she could make Wang Bo confront San Zi, would she still need to be a police officer? She had gone to be a godmother.

However, Li Jiayin wasn't stupid. She instantly understood that this could be a trick by Chen Chong. He purposely played around with the dead Wang Bo. Even if the money didn't return in the end, it would disgust the Wang family.

Li Jiayin continued to ask, "The time, the place, who else was at the scene and who else heard what Wang Bo said?"

San Zi, who was well-prepared, answered without the slightest bit of panic.

Chen Chong said, "Captain Li, I should be able to ask for money from Wang Dezhi now, right?"

Li Jiayin said, "A unilateral statement is not enough to prove it. We still need to investigate. Until we get a definite result, you still won't have a reason to ask Wang Dezhi for money."

"Old thing, consider yourself lucky today, but don't be too proud. I'll spread this matter for you. Let's see if you still have the face to continue living in this world."

After he finished speaking, Chen Chong turned around and prepared to leave.

His purpose of coming here today was to disgust the Wang family. Now that he had achieved his goal and had the presence of the police, he could not cause any trouble. Naturally, he would not stay here for long.

"Halt!" Wang Hao said.

Chen Chong turned around and smiled. "What, have you thought it through? Are you willing to help your Third Uncle pay his debt?" If it was like this earlier, Wang Bo would not have died in vain. "

Wang Hao coldly stared at his third son and said, "You kept saying that this matter was related to my third uncle and that Wang Bo told you everything. Now that Wang Bo's corpse is resting in the room, and Wang Bo's memorial tablet is in the room, do you dare to repeat what you just said as Wang Bo's memorial tablet?"

"If you don't do anything shameful, don't be afraid to knock on the door. As long as you tell me everything you've said, I will repay the gambling debt that Wang Bo owes me. Do you dare?"

"This …"

San Zi was stunned for a moment and felt a little guilty.

Although he was not afraid of the heavens or the earth when fighting, when faced with a dead person, he had a sense of respect.

If he could do it with a clear conscience, it would be the first time in his life that he would lie in front of a dead person.

Moreover, Wang Bo's death was too strange. He was hacked to death by lightning. This kind of strange death caused him to be even more afraid of unknown things.

Chen Chong sneered, "You want to use death to scare people? Wang Hao, you are way too whimsical! "

"San-zi, go in and speak loudly. I don't believe that Wang Bo can still climb up from the coffin and cause trouble for you."

"Okay, Brother Chong." San Zi gritted his teeth and said.

The third son followed Wang Hao into the living room. Wang Bo's memorial tablet was placed in the middle of the hall, and the coffin was placed on the left side of the hall.

Wang Hao walked over and placed his hand on the lid of the coffin.

"What does Wang Hao want?" Someone could not help but ask.

Creak! Creak!

The sound of wood scraping could be heard as Wang Hao actually pushed Wang Bo's coffin away. A faint smell of rotting flesh spread in the air.

Ugh!

Some people with weak stomachs couldn't resist the urge to vomit. They were stimulated by the sour taste.

Amongst them was the delicate woman, Du Yun, who had instantly turned pale.

Li Jiayin couldn't be measured by the standards of an ordinary girl. This small scene didn't trouble her at all. Her expression didn't change at all as she pondered over what Wang Hao's intention was for doing this.

Creating a terrifying atmosphere was enough to scare San Zi. This could be seen from the change in his expression, but to make San Zi change his mind and admit that he was lying was impossible.

"Wang Hao is a top student of the Azure Flower Institution. There is no way he would not understand such a simple reasoning. Then, what is his true intention?"

Li Jiayin's heroic eyebrows knitted tightly together. Even if she wracked her brains, she would not be able to figure out Wang Hao's true motive for doing this.

It was not only Li Jiayin who was guessing. Chen Chong was also guessing. Many people were guessing what the deep meaning of Wang Hao's action was.

Wang Hao didn't stop moving. He pulled up Wang Bo's corpse from the coffin and leaned on it.

When they saw Wang Bo's charred face, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air and instinctively took a few steps back.

The third son who was in the living room was even more terrified. His legs trembled as he said: "Wang Hao, you … What are you doing? "Hurry up and put Wang Bo's body inside the coffin."

Wang Hao said, "Now that Wang Bo's spirit tablet is in front and his corpse is behind, if you have a clear conscience, then repeat what you just said."

"Thirdie, don't blame me for not warning you: you can bully people, but ghosts are hard to bully. You can deceive everyone here, but you can't fool the dead Wang Bo.

Chen Chong coldly snorted and said, "Wang Hao, stop pretending to be mysterious. We won't take your trick."

"San-zi, with so many people here, what are you afraid of? Tell me exactly what you know. "

"Alright!"

The third son gathered up his courage and said, "One night a week ago, Wang Bo came to find me for a drink. When we were half drunk, Wang Po La held his hand and told me that he was going to make a fortune and that he would have endless money in the future."

"I was curious then, so I asked Wang Bo, you aren't the top prize. Wang Bo laughed. Do you think I, Wang Bo, have won the lottery? I'm going to do a big deal, I tell you. "

"This was originally a rather secretive matter and logically speaking, Wang Bo wouldn't tell me about it. However, my relationship with Wang Bo was usually good, and after Wang Bo drank a bit of alcohol, he told me in detail that he and his father conspired together to cheat your family of the money."

"I heard it clearly at that time. I clearly remember Wang Bo saying that it was his father who instructed him to do all of this. The first time was when he lost one hundred and fifty thousand yuan. It was just a small test."

"You're lying. Wang Bo never said those words to you." Wang Hao shouted.

"I'm not lying. What I said was the truth." The third son quibbled.

"Then why don't you dare speak to Wang Bo's corpse? Why do you keep your eyes on the ground all the time you're talking? Are you guilty? Are you afraid? If you have a clear conscience, then look at Wang Bo and confront him. "

"I... "I …"

Chen Chong shouted, "Thirdie, raise your head. What are you afraid of, a dead man like you?"

San Zi raised his head and looked at Wang Bo's corpse.

It was a little disgusting and a little scared, but when he thought about how there were more than 100 people standing behind him, San Zi's confidence increased a little.

The third son dared to say, "I saw it. Now I can prove that everything I said was true! Quickly return the money that Wang Bo owes back to Brother Chong. "

"Is that so?"

Wang Hao's face revealed a cold smile. Without batting an eyelid, he formed a seal and landed it on Sans' body.

San Zi's heart froze, his eyes suddenly widened, he stared straight ahead, and his face instantly became pale.

"Wang Bo, you … You... "He didn't die?" Sans stammered.