There was another murder case in City A, which was very sensational.

It was an early morning, the sun had just risen from the horizon, and the entire city A began to come alive. All major news channels in the city simultaneously broadcast a major news, and the same fatal scene was also broadcast on TV websites.

"We are going to die! Haha, we are going to be forced to death by you people! You all deserve to go to hell!" A man in drab gray clothes stood on the roof of Building C of Hengjing Tianfu, which was just built, and shouted,

Looking crazy.

Next to them there was a woman in the same clothes and a man with a numb expression. They both stood at the edge of the roof. One step further, they were in the abyss of hell.

A large number of people had gathered downstairs, and the noise was so loud that they could hear it clearly even on the top of the building.

"Why did you jump off the building again after such a good time?"

"Is jumping off buildings popular these days?"

"They look like migrant workers. Isn't it because they can't get paid again?"

“Hasn’t the country already promulgated a working people’s protection law? It shouldn’t be, right?”

"Tsk, tsk, why not? This is owned by Yicheng Real Estate, and the boss is a ruthless person!"

Those yellow safety helmets looked gray and rustic in the sun, and under the brim of the hats were covering pairs of tired and desperate eyes and faces that had experienced vicissitudes of life and were helpless.

The sound of police cars roared in, and several police officers lined up. Just as the leader was about to take out his loudspeaker to talk to the people above him, he heard a "Boom!" and the crying and shouting man fell straight in front of him from the roof of the building.

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The crowd was silent for a moment, and then exploded instantly. A timid woman screamed, and more people gathered here.

The man who looked like a police captain hurriedly asked his subordinates to set up a life-saving air mattress, and at the same time shouted urgently: "Calm down, don't be impulsive! It's okay..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another "Boom!" and the woman who was over mid-year-old jumped down from the building and fell in front of him. Her blood quickly splashed out and connected with the blood of the first person.

The khaki helmet was torn apart, and a large amount of blood seeped out from the gaps, staining the desperate face.

Police captain Liu Sheng took a breath and shouted to his subordinates to speed up the laying of life-saving protective mats. He tried his best to talk to the people upstairs calmly, "You all calm down. If you have any grievances, the government will make the decision for you. You

Come down first, don’t be impulsive, death can’t solve any problems!”

"There is no other way! Huang Zhicheng should die, damn it!" A man in his thirties cried loudly, "The government doesn't care about us, the government is with them!"

Liu Sheng couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat, and sweat broke out on his forehead. Two living lives had already been filled in, and there was another person standing on top. If this person also jumped down, he would probably have to take the blame and resign.

A long way off!

The blood of those two people dyed the front of Building C of Hengjing Tianfu red. The morning sun shone faintly on the bodies that were getting colder, as if they were colder by several degrees in an instant.

Liu Sheng's heart became even colder. He looked at the people standing on the roof and didn't know what else to say. How could a person who was determined to die persuade them not to die?

"Don't be impulsive! The country will not let go of those who bully you! Whoever you say is forcing you, we will catch you immediately..." Liu Sheng's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of shocking the person.

Seeing that my colleagues were approaching the people from behind, the people still pounced forward and were about to fall off the roof of the building.

Liu Sheng gasped and was a little speechless. His hand could hardly hold the speaker. He looked up at the blurry person and felt something dense crawling through his heart bit by bit.

It wasn't until he saw a skilled colleague reaching out to grab him, and later colleagues also helped to pull the man up and pin him to the ground, that Liu Sheng's heart finally dropped.

The two corpses fell in a pool of blood in different postures. The blood was thick and salty, and swept over them with an unknown aura.

The blood stains almost spread to the feet, and the onlookers all retreated.

I can almost imagine those numb faces, with despair for life and disregard for their own lives.

Soon, many more policemen came, loaded the bodies on the ground into cars and took them away, while the remaining crowd dispersed with sighs.

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"Huang...Zhi...Cheng" a low and hoarse voice murmured the name, as if it sounded like a pleasant name.

A slender white hand reached out and dipped it in the pool of blood. It was like a clean hand covered in blood. Then he used the other still white hand to take something out of the backpack behind him.

Use something to wipe the blood off your hands little by little.

A few days after this news broke, City A was like an explosion. Huang Zhicheng, the CEO of Yicheng Real Estate, became almost infamous and was pushed to the top by public opinion.

But only a week later, the boss who was summoned to the Public Security Bureau appeared in front of the media unscathed and clarified the truth to the media.

"...It was all a misunderstanding before. The company definitely did not owe them wages. It was only because they refused their unreasonable demands that they slandered the company!"

A reporter saw the opportunity and asked: "Mr. Huang, what kind of "unreasonable" demands did they make?"

Huang Zhicheng, who was tall and round, had a smile on his face and said with a sad face: "In view of respect for the deceased, I cannot reveal too much, and I ask for your understanding. However, the company will not accept any threats, nor will it allow anyone to override the contract.

Above all, we will not allow anyone to extort money from the company from the perspective of working people!"

That rich face was full of deliberate sorrow, which finally turned into a majestic and unyielding generosity and righteousness.

The incident seems to be going silent, like a huge wave, quietly burying the few waves that have surged out with life.

But a day later, the matter fermented again.

Huang Zhicheng is dead.

He died outside a Christian church in the western suburbs. He was hung on the tall elm tree at the door of the church. His gray eyes were staring straight at the door of the church. There was still fear that had not retreated. His eyes were white and without cocoons.

His hands were tightly clasping his neck, and his whole body was swaying in the wind in a strange posture.

"Evil will be punished, and those people will die with their eyes open and come to take revenge!"

"Is there really a ghost in this world? Maybe he offended someone else and was killed!"
Chapter completed!