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Diagonally opposite is a demolition land, all of which are in a mess. What is this guy going there?

After my inquiry, the boss's wife explained that the area was indeed a demolition land, but there were a group of migrant workers carrying hammers working there.

Judging from this guy's clothes, he looks a bit like a migrant worker.

Could it be that he picked up a silver dollar on the construction site and sold it to Ma Hongjun?

I paused the video, took a picture of the guy, then bought a few boxes of good cigarettes, and walked straight to the demolition site.

Smoke and dust were everywhere in the demolition ground, and the sound of beating the walls sounded everywhere.

A group of migrant workers with bare backbone were waving their sledgehammers and hitting the remaining corners of the demolition.

I walked up kindly, and while smoking everyone, I pulled out the photos on my phone and asked them if they knew the people in the photos.

But after they saw it, they shook their heads and said they had never seen it.

I was a little discouraged when a guy with two beards said, "I've seen this guy twice."

"Oh?" I immediately said happily: "Where have you seen it?"

He pointed forward and said, "The building in front has not been ripped off yet. People on the nearby construction site often gamble inside. I have been there twice while I have nothing to do, and it seems that I have seen him."

If you ask others, this brother doesn't know.

I handed half of the cigarette in my hand to him and ran straight to Ma Hongjun.

After searching for two units in a row, I finally heard a noisy noise.

We walked along the sound, and a group of gray-clothed people were sitting around the ground playing poker, with some scattered change piled up in front of us.

It seems that the bet is not big, but when we saw two strangers coming, everyone looked at us with vigilance.

I took out a cigarette, sent it to everyone, and took out my cell phone and inquire with them.

This time someone finally recognized it.

It is said that the person in the photo is Wang Dawang from their neighboring village. He just worked here for two and a half days and thought he was too tired to leave. He couldn't tell where he went.

I stuffed the brother a few boxes of cigarettes, asked Wang Dawang's address, and rushed all the way.

Wang Dawang's home is not too far away. He is in a small village on the outskirts of the city and arrives at noon.

I thought I could finally find that guy, but I didn't expect that after someone asked, I realized that Wang Dawang was a drunkard and a gambling stick. His wife thought he had nothing to do, so she took the child back to her parents' home in anger.

After his wife left, he even gave up and lost all the house and land in just a few months. He had long since stopped staying in the village, and no one knows where others are now.

However, someone saw him near the building materials market a few days ago, and it seemed that he was doing odd jobs there to exchange wine money.

When Ma Hongjun heard this, he was even more shocked and sighed, "Oh, it's all my fault for buying it casually. Now it's so good, I can't even find a personal figure. What should I do?"

"Don't worry." I comforted him, "Our real purpose is to find ghosts, even ghosts can be found, let alone find someone."

As I said that, I took out my cell phone and called Zhong Xiaopang, whom I met in the last incident of Hungry Ghost Bodhisattva.

His food stall is open in the building materials market and he is very familiar with that area. Maybe he can find some clues for me.

When Zhong Xiaopang heard me, he promised with great enthusiasm: "Master Zhang, don't worry, as long as people are in this area, I will definitely be able to find you."

It was not long, and another phone call came in.

When I picked it up, it was Zhong Xiaopang’s buddy San Gangzi: “Master Zhang, I have found the person, where will I send it?”

I was very happy when I heard this and quickly told me the address.

When Ma Hongjun heard that he had found someone, he rubbed his hands repeatedly and praised, "Master Zhang has a way!" Then he gritted his teeth with hatred: "This bastard almost killed me, and I must not spare him lightly!"

Ma Hongjun and I sat under the big tree at the entrance of the village for more than two hours, and a van came from a distance.

The car stopped in front of me, and San Gangzi jumped out of the lane: "Master Zhang, you caught me, what should I do?" As he said that, he waved his hand back, and the two underworlds grabbed a thin guy from the car, just like they caught a chicken.

The guy was tied up with a rope as thick as his thumb, his eyes were covered, and a ball of smelly socks were blocked on his mouth.

It seems that these three Gangzi are really not a good deal. They thought I had a deep hatred with this guy, so they kidnapped the person directly.

I was amused and laughed and said that it would be fine if I found it. San Gangzi said goodbye to me and took his men into the car and went back.

A painful whimper suddenly came from behind. When he looked back, he saw that Ma Hongjun was kicking Wang Dawang tied to the ground.

However, Ma Hongjun is not San Gangzi after all, he is also a civilized person. Even if he hates him, he will only kick him in the butt a few times.

He was indeed very badly caused by this guy. Besides, it would be better to teach this guy a lesson. It would save him some time when he was asked, and he would be so stupid.

I lit a cigarette and stood by and watched.

When Ma Hongjun was almost angry, he stepped forward and uncovered the black cloth covering Wang Dawang's eyes and pulled out the smelly socks from his mouth.

"Brother, I was wrong." As soon as Wang Dawang was untied, he immediately begs for mercy.

"Tell me where you are wrong?" I squatted in front of him and spat a mouthful of smoke in his face.

"I...I..." He didn't seem to know where he was wrong, and offended who he had offended. He stammered for a long time, and suddenly turned his head and saw Ma Hongjun standing next to him with a blushing face. Then he said, "I shouldn't have sold fake money."

"Your money is not fake. If you think about it carefully, what's wrong?"

Wang Dawang was stunned and even more confused, as if he said that since the money was not fake, why are you arresting me?

"Where did the money come from?" I reminded.

"I..." Wang Dawang's face changed, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"I won't say it, right? Then let's talk about it in another place!" My face turned cold and I blew the cigarette butt out.

"No, don't, I'll say I'll say!" Wang Dawang immediately became frightened: "I'm digging this from the grave."

"You told me more details! There should be half a lie, it's good to be like you!"

"Yes!" Wang Dawang nodded in fear.

It turned out that Wang Dawang was desperate because of gambling debts. In desperation, he came up with a bad idea. There was an old grave buried outside their village, and it was said that there were many valuable things there.

But he had this idea, but he didn't have the courage to go there at night, so he secretly dug a grave while the villagers were sleeping at noon.

But there was nothing there, and I found a silver dollar after tossing and turning.

He didn't know what this thing was, and how much it was worth, so he ran to the city to see how others sold it.

Originally, I wanted to sell it to the stall owner, but I thought the dealers were too low. When I saw Ma Hongjun buying several ancient coins in succession, I pestered him to sell it.
Chapter completed!