Live debt collection, one follow the whole network scared to cry!

Chapter 9
This is a bedroom without windows.

The layout of the bedroom is very warm, the light yellow floral wallpaper is matched with the oak floor, the pink children's bed, the pink children's table and chair and the toy table next to the table and chair in the room all reveal a sense of childishness.

Especially the toys, which are a few realistic small animals, such as ducklings, chickens, dogs, and cats...

If it weren't for a nearly naked old man paralyzed on the children's bed.

What kind of old man is that—

Thin as a stick, full of welts, breathless, life hanging by a thread... Such words piled up together, can't describe Jiang Ningning's inner reaction when he saw the old man.

The skinny old man lay there covered in injuries, new and old.

And the whip that caused the scar was on the table next to the bed, and there was even blood on the whip that hadn't dried up.

The old man's cloudy eyes fell into the camera the moment Jiang Ningning pushed the door in, looking towards the door: frightened and trembling.

Jiang Ningning took a breath when he saw the old man, and then turned his head. There was a posthumous photo on the TV cabinet in the living room.

The photo in the posthumous photo is almost exactly the same as the old man, except that the old man is thinner and more emaciated than the photo.

[Oh my god, my heart almost burst out of shock! 】

[Is this person Miss Zhao's father?not dead? 】

Sister Zhao stepped forward in horror, and stretched out her hand to grab Jiang Ningning, not forgetting to follow the rhythm, "God! What kind of tricks did you use? Why is there an old man in my house! He looks very similar to my dad."

Even with a bandage on her body, Sister Zhao wanted to drag Jiang Ningning out while talking.

After all, she was afraid of revealing her truth.

However, with a weight of 150 jins, she couldn't drag Jiang Ningning, who weighed [-] jins.

Jiang Ningning looked at Sister Zhao with a cold look in his eyes, "A year ago, if your father fell out of my coffin, who was this person?"

The old man lying on the bed only moved his eyes, revealing the anxiety at the moment.

But I couldn't even move my body.

Sister Zhao was furious, "Who is this person? How do I know who this person is? You used a trick to get someone to question me? I, I..."

She had an expression of resisting a blow even if she was terrified, "I don't believe that no one can control you with your incredible abilities. Can you leave? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

While talking, he reached out to grab Jiang Ningning's phone.

Turn off this damn live broadcast!

"Why is it none of my business? You said it yourself, your father's body fell out of my coffin. Why, my coffin was opened, and the body that fell out was resurrected on the spot?"

Jiang Ningning simply leaned against the door frame.

Seeing Sister Zhao's hands fluttering to get enough of her mobile phone, she was about to hide, but hesitated for a moment, as if she was at Liu Tao's house, she repeated her old trick and did not hide.

Sister Zhao grabbed Jiang Ningning's cell phone.

She was so familiar with the interface of the live broadcast platform that she almost cut off the live broadcast after touching the phone a few times.

As soon as the live broadcast was interrupted, Eldest Sister Zhao had no more worries, and immediately raised her hand to pull Jiang Ningning's hair with a ferocious and gloomy expression, "Bitch, you bumped into this on your own initiative, so don't blame me for being rude!"

As she spoke, Sister Zhao pushed Jiang Ningning into the room.

She might be too angry or too frightened to realize that the person who was able to smash the TV wall with his bare hands in Liu Tao's house before was pushed into the house by her at this moment.

But as soon as the bedroom door was closed, Sister Zhao showed a fierce look, and took out a long sword hanging on the door from behind the door.

[Wori! 】

[Call the police! 】

【Sister Zhao doesn't know that the live broadcast room of the funeral sister has not been closed successfully? 】

Jiang Ningning stood in the room, looked at Sister Zhao, "What do you want to do?"

The old man lying on the bed was muttering and sobbing in his throat. He was in a hurry, but he couldn't say a word or move.

"Old man, shut up!" Sister Zhao yelled at the old man angrily, "I have supported you for so many years, do you still want to help outsiders by eating inside and outside? Heh! Don't even look at yourself!"

After finishing speaking, Sister Zhao stabbed Jiang Ningning with the long sword in her hand.

"What I want to do, you will know soon! Have you seen those little animals? Are they cute? Go and be with them, and you will become cute too!"

"Just poke a hole in your neck, drain the blood, soak it in formalin..."

Sister Zhao didn't finish her sentence, when suddenly she held the sword as if struck by lightning, maintaining a stabbing motion, and froze there.

Isn't the live broadcast room closed?Why is it on?Why is there a barrage floating by?Why did she see clearly...

[Why do I feel that the photo of the portrait is very similar to the old man who got lost in our neighborhood? 】

[I have also seen this photo, a missing person notice on the telephone pole in front of the Baihui Supermarket in Xuancheng. 】

[What do you mean? 】

[What are you talking about missing person notices, call the police, this dead woman wants to kill someone! 】

Jiang Ningning saw that Sister Zhao found that the live broadcast room was actually not closed, so she stopped talking nonsense with her, took out another mobile phone from her pocket, and directly pressed three numbers, "I want to call the police. I was threatened personally when I came to collect debts. Yes, the creditor Killed me with a sword, and poked a hole in my neck to bleed and soak in formalin..."

"Bitch!" Sister Zhao's scalp was numb from this fact, and she rushed over to grab Jiang Ningning's phone.

This time, Jiang Ningning didn't let her go, and just dodged and dodged.

Sister Zhao herself was wounded, she tried her best to pounce, but failed to catch Jiang Ningning, instead she was driven forward by inertia and hit the table directly.

With a muffled bang, she gritted her teeth and turned her head.

"Don't move, police!"

The moment Sister Zhao turned her head, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and two policemen rushed in.

Jiang Ningning: ...

Is your speed of dispatching the police a bit too unscientific?
I just hung up the call to the police, and you came?

Could it be that you also... march forward with swords like our celestial masters?
Jiang Ningning looked in shock at the police who rushed in. The police went directly to Sister Zhao, swung the handcuffs, and handcuffed her.

"dad!"

Then, a woman rushed in from outside, crying and shouting, and went straight to the crib in the house.

She was followed by a child and a man.

The child looked seven or eight years old, and rushed over crying, "Grandpa!"

The man's eyes were red, and he took off his short sleeves and covered the old man.

【what's the situation? 】

[Isn't this Sister Zhao's father? 】

[Didn't someone just mention the missing person notice? 】

After the man was covered by the old man, holding back tears with red eyes, he turned his head and bowed to Jiang Ningning.

"Thank you, Ms. Jiang, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to find the old man. My dad was lost in the community last year," the man's voice choked up, "We've been looking for it for more than a year, but we couldn't find it. Today, we accidentally found you During the live broadcast of debt collection, I happened to see that portrait in the live broadcast room."

The portrait of Sister Zhao's family happened to be her lost father.

They called the police and they came right away.

Jiang Ningning quickly waved his hand, "Don't, don't, you're welcome, I'm just here to collect debts, it's just a mistake, send the old man to the hospital."

Turning his head, Jiang Ningning said to the police: "This sword is a funeral object, it was unearthed not long ago."

(End of this chapter)