Chapter 3682

It's quiet in the basement.

They went in and sat there.

Ouyang old man sat on the bed, closed his eyes, as if he didn't know they were coming.

"Old man." Wang Xiong spoke first. He sat on the chair and looked at the old man Ouyang on the bed.

After a period of time, Ouyang old man is only skeleton, maybe because of his failure, maybe because of suffering, no matter what the reason is, it is not what they want to see.

"Is mo Yanchen dead? You came to me to question me? " Ouyang said sarcastically. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the "old friends" in front of him. His eyes fell on Ouyang.

He swept over Ouyang and didn't stay much.

Mo Yan sat there, stretched out his hand, took out some identification cards, handed them to him, and said in a deep voice, "Ouyang Zhai's death was caused by taking a lot of venom and finally being shot."

"The death of the major is very similar to that of Ouyang Zhai." He said, put the identification on the table and looked up at the old man Ouyang.

The old man of Ouyang glanced lightly, and did not accept the identification, and did not say a word.

"You always think that we killed your two sons, but you developed the poison on them, and the gun and cartridge case on them are also commonly used by you."

Ouyang old man's hand, tightly grasp the knee, still a not hair.

"We found your Butler's son, and confirmed something from his mouth. I think you should see it." Mo Yan said that he reached for the iPad and played a video.

The basement is very quiet. The dialogue in the video is very clear.

Old Ouyang reached for the appraisal report and spread it out in front of them. After reading it, his face was very ugly, but he didn't admit defeat. He threw the appraisal report on them.

"To cheat me with these is to make me die well? Don't forget, my wounds and my life are all caused by your abandonment. " Ouyang said.

At the bottom of his heart, he still harbors hatred.

Old Ouyang, Mo Yan, Wang Xiong and Lao Zhou were good friends and brothers. They joined the army together. On the way to the war, because old Ouyang was seriously injured, several of them were also injured, so they had to abandon old Ouyang.

"Is it?" Mo Yan listened, and he stood up slowly.

Mo Yan got up and the chair fell down.

Although he was old, his waist was straight. Looking up at the old man Ouyang, he put his hand on his military uniform and slowly untied the button with his fingertips.

He took off his coat and saw a very deep cut from his chest to his abdomen. Looking at the wound, it was obvious that it had been for some years and could not be repaired.

"From here, to here." Mo extended his finger to his chest and abdomen. This knife almost split his whole body. On his left abdomen, he was shot, and there were traces on it.

"And here." Mo Yan said in a deep voice.

"Your wound is in the back. The bullet only hit the shoulder and lost too much blood." Mo Yan said in a deep voice.

Ouyang looked at the scars on his body, some shocked, eyes have not taken back, she will be shocked! Such injury, what faith, let him live.

"I walked dozens of kilometers with you on my back." Mo Yan said in a deep voice.

Ouyang stepped forward, raised his chair and asked Moyan to sit down.

Ouyang old man listened, his hand clenched into a fist, constantly shaking his head: "Mo Yan, do you still want to cheat me?"