The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 935 It's All Retribution
Looking back at about to leave, Nailan is picking at her own fingers, her slender eyebrows are wrinkled, obviously hesitating.

Jiang Li said softly: "If you don't want to, forget it, don't force yourself."

Nailan bit her lip, and after a while, she said, "I want to see them..."

Nailan's voice is very small, soft, with a slight accent, a bit similar to Wu Nong's soft language, as if every sentence is coquettish.

Jiang Li said: "If you really want to see them, I will take you there."

Nailan nodded slowly, but insisted on going to see the village head and his wife.

Jiang Li didn't say any more, and took Nailan to the interrogation room. After doing the same, let Nailan go in to meet the village head and his wife.

When the village head and his wife saw Nailan suddenly appearing in front of them, they were a little excited. They stood up from the chairs in a hurry, and the movements were too big, even bringing the tables and chairs to the ground.

They looked at Nailan with mixed feelings of regret, guilt and excitement.

For a while, I couldn't express my emotions.

Nailan looked at them, also silent.

She pinched the corner of her clothes, nervous.

But in the end it was she who broke the silence.

"Uncle, uncle mother—"

At Nailan's address, the village chief's wife burst into tears instantly.

"Lan Lan, it's my aunt who is sorry for you. My aunt should have called the police then, she should have called the police!"

The wife of the village chief beat her chest and stamped her feet, her face flushed instantly, as if she was about to pout.

The village chief also wiped away his tears silently.

Nailan said nothing more.

After a while, the village chief twitched his throat a few times and said, "The people who died in our family were all Lan Lan... Did you kill them?"

Nailan's face became more transparent, but she still nodded slowly.

Pull the hem tighter.

The village chief nodded himself, "Good kill, good kill, retribution, all retribution..."

Nailan looked at the village chief in astonishment.

I never expected that the village chief would say that.

The village chief looked at her with tears in his eyes, "We are sorry for you, Lan Lan. It is all our fault. You killed us directly. We deserve it. We will never blame you."

Nailan trembled, shook her head desperately, and choked up: "No, I don't blame you... I don't blame you..."

From the very beginning, she never hated the village chief and his wife.

It was her own brother and parents who really pushed her into despair.

She didn't understand why her relatives would give up on her.

If parents, elder brothers, and uncles and aunts don't know what happened that night at all, it will be too late when they know everything.

Even later, under such a premise, they felt that their daughter was dead, and they didn't want to drag their whole family down because of a dead person, so they chose to keep silent.

She wouldn't hate it that much.

She hated it so much that her relatives would die without saving them.

What I hate is the humiliation and injury caused by the relatives who refused to save them.

Maybe from the beginning, she also blamed her uncle and aunt for not calling the police.

But she soon realized that her family was really too poor, and 20 yuan was a mountain that could never be crossed.

It is also impossible for the village chief and his wife to send all their brothers, nephews and nephews to prison because of her.

She understood the choice of the village chief and his wife, so she let it go early.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to come to see them for the last time.

"It's really all our fault, you kill us..." The village chief's eyes turned red when he heard this, "It's us who atone with you..."

The village head's wife kept nodding, and she could only nod her head in agreement as she broke down in tears.

Nailan looked at them, but shook his head.

(End of this chapter)