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    Rong Ziyan’s usually calm face finally lost its color little by little in the face of these bloody photos, eventually turning pale.

    However, his posture on the sofa remained unchanged, and there was no anger or sadness in his eyes. It was as if what he held in his hand was not evidence of his parents’ tragic death, but an accident report of a stranger on the street.

    Old Wu subconsciously advised Rong Ziyan, “Sir, please accept our condolences.”

    The System was even more shocked and dared not say a word, afraid that any poorly chosen word would touch the most tense nerve in Rong Ziyan’s heart.

    Throughout his life, Rong Ziyan had received mixed reviews.

    Especially Rong Ziyan himself, if there was no acquaintance to introduce him, the first meeting would definitely give people a sense of detachment. He was not enthusiastic, but not harsh, handling everything according to the rules, never complaining, and never needing anyone to think highly of him.

    Only after knowing him for a long time could one slowly discern a hint of his inherent open-mindedness. Only by forcefully breaking through his outer shell could one see the softness hidden within.

    But such a Rong Ziyan had always been alone. The reason was simple: after his parents’ accident, the young Rong Ziyan had been constantly losing things. All he could hold in his hands were excellent grades on tests and the halo of a top student.

    Friends, family, money, career… everything he slightly yearned for would eventually come to an abrupt end just before reaching the finish line.

    Not going crazy was already the greatest mercy Rong Ziyan had shown himself.

    Yet, despite this, the Heavenly Path seemed to favor him, placing high expectations on him, yet still giving him a threshold that was difficult to overcome.

    Rong Ziyan quietly looked at the information, not speaking a word. But Old Wu’s heart was becoming more and more distressed.

    “Sir…” he wanted to advise him again, but Rong Ziyan had already handed the information back to him, “Take it to those who need it!”

    “…” Old Wu opened his mouth, finally poured Rong Ziyan a glass of warm water, and then took the information and left.

    Rong Ziyan was right, this thing in Rong Ziyan’s hands would be useless other than making him angry. Only by giving it to those who wanted to seize the Zhou family’s handle could it play its greatest role.

    But no matter what, the Zhou family this time, were completely unworthy of living.

    At nine o’clock that night, Old Master Zhou was taken away by the police from the Zhou family. At this point, the last member of the Zhou family was also sent to the interrogation table.

    Past connections and the arrogance of once being able to manipulate everything had no room for resistance this time under the judgment of the national law.

    This was the first major case since the beginning of the year in China. The cause of the case could be traced back to more than a decade ago.

    In those years, the Zhou family’s health products were once the most popular gift items on the market. Especially those children who went out to work would buy a copy for their elderly parents in the large and small shopping malls in the local area, as gifts for their aging parents.

    But who would have thought that this gift full of filial piety would eventually become a heavy push to say goodbye to their parents.

    #How many elderly people died in the health product case?#

    As soon as the Weibo hot topic came out, the news instantly exploded!

    You must know that it was more than a decade ago, an era when the internet was not yet circulating. If the news in the paper media was suppressed, let alone one person died, even ten, a hundred, or even a thousand! It was possible to be firmly blocked in the unknown countryside. Even if the family carried the corpse and knelt in front of the village committee, their bodies decomposing, they still could not send out any news.

    Such a chilling scene, just a little bit of imagination, would make people shudder, and their spines would run cold from the bottom up.

    “Too terrible! Is this still China?”

    “I can’t believe it, reality is even more terrifying than novels.”

    “I’m a post-90s, and looking at this news I suddenly remembered something. I remember my neighbor’s grandmother took this health product and then suddenly got a terminal illness. But later their whole family moved away!”

    “I also have an impression. My mother originally bought this for my grandmother too. But then suddenly one day, she came home with red eyes and threw away all the health products, and even had a fight with my dad. Then the next day, she sent my grandma to the hospital for a full body check-up.”

    “I also remember! My grandpa also ate it, but because he felt dizzy the first time he ate it, he never ate it again. Luckily he didn’t eat it, otherwise my grandpa would have been finished!”

    In an era where the internet had no memory, people still had memories. Especially since the scale of the business was so large back then, even now some people’s homes still had leftover packaging cans of the health products.

    The web of heaven has large meshes, but it lets nothing slip through.

    At this juncture, no matter how much the Zhou family did not want to admit it, they could not escape their guilt.

    In particular, the appearance of the lawyer who was responsible for confronting the Zhou family back then pushed the climax of this crusade to the extreme.

    At the same time, Rong Ziyan, the victim, was also brought to the forefront.

    Compared to those old cases that had been sealed, Rong Ziyan, the last remaining seedling of the Rong family, and the lawyer who had endured humiliation and pretended to be crazy for more than ten years, were even more able to make people understand what it meant to be unspeakably miserable.

    “I remember Rong Ziyan, I went to the same school as him in junior high. It was said that he couldn’t even afford food during the New Year. He wore the same school uniform for three years. He was always neat and clean, and also studied well, it was a real miracle.”

    “I was Rong Ziyan’s high school classmate. In my impression, this top student was extremely busy. As soon as class was over, he would disappear. Before, someone said that he wasn’t very sensible, and that even studying well was useless. Now I know why.”

    Rong Ziyan had been on television, the previous top student variety show had greatly increased Rong Ziyan’s popularity. There was no way around it, good looks were that unforgettable. Originally, many people had a good impression of him because of Rong Ziyan’s interesting personality, and now they felt even more pity for him after learning about his tragic life.

    In the dormitory, Rong Ziyan had just seen off the police who had come to ask questions, and was leaning on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest.

    In the past few days, although Rong Ziyan had not participated in the investigation of the Zhou family case, he had mainly cooperated with the understanding of the situation, recalling some details of when his parents were alive. Including the deaths of his grandmother and uncle.

    Although it had all passed, for Rong Ziyan, these family members that he cherished, even if he himself entered the tomb one day, he would still not be able to let go. And such high-intensity questioning was undoubtedly torture for him.

    The System even had the illusion that, in the end, it did not know whether these people were seeking justice for Rong Ziyan, or taking advantage of this matter to torture him more.

    “That host, our gold coin value has exploded, do you want to do a long-lost lottery to relax a little!” The System tried to act cute to make Rong Ziyan feel more relaxed.

    But Rong Ziyan rarely refused him, “Don’t make trouble, let me rest for a while.”

    The System’s mood instantly fell, and at that moment, he even missed when Ji Shu was around. At the very least, Ji Shu, this shameless little goblin, would always be willing to shamelessly stick to Rong Ziyan’s side, giving him a warm hug.

    The moonlight followed the glass, gradually covering the dimly lit room. Rong Ziyan curled up on the sofa, falling asleep in a daze for the whole night.

    A month later, the Zhou family finally went to court.

    Spanning more than ten years, accumulating hundreds of cases large and small, involving hundreds of lives. Old Master Zhou and his three second-generation bastards ultimately could not escape death. It was just a pity that four lives were not enough to pay for the sins they had committed. The families left behind by the victims did not feel the pleasure of revenge, but rather the despair of heartbroken wailing.

    Because no matter how tragic the Zhou family’s ending was, their relatives would never come back.

    Even if they received fairness more than ten years later, the torment of these ten years could not be made up for by money or a verdict.

    But fortunately, there was still this verdict, so that after they passed away, they could reunite with their loved ones, crying and saying to their parents, “Dad, Mom, we won the lawsuit.”

    Rong Ziyan stood on the witness stand as an important witness and family member of the victim. When the court adjourned, Old Master Zhou looked at Rong Ziyan and said, “The thing I regret most is that when the youngest wanted to deal with you back then, I was soft-hearted and stopped him.”

    Rong Ziyan made eye contact with him and calmly asked, “If you weren’t soft-hearted, would there have been a way?”

    Old Master Zhou: …

    Rong Ziyan said softly, “You’re all going to the other side soon, so you might as well carefully calculate how much sin you’ve committed and how many people you have to bow down and admit to after you go down there.”

    “You’ve had your conscience eaten by dogs your whole life, stop dreaming before you die!”

    After saying that, Rong Ziyan turned and walked out of the courtroom, not even looking back once.

    As for the rich second generation’s case, which was scheduled to be heard in court in a few days, Rong Ziyan did not appear in court and did not even ask about it afterward.

    The sensational trial lasted for a whole month, and the condemnation of the Zhou family on the internet continued to be hot.

    Every day there were new revelations, every day there were new examples of scummy behavior. The Zhou family alone dominated the Weibo hot search for a month.

    And Rong Ziyan, these victims, were also constantly mentioned along with it, and were pitied by the public.

    But for Rong Ziyan himself, these regrets could only be turned into cold gold coins in the lottery system, which had no use for him.

    On the day that Old Master Zhou and his three sons were executed, Rong Ziyan and Boss Fat took leave and went back to their hometown.

    Old Wu was still the one who sent him.

    Logically speaking, with the great revenge avenged, Rong Ziyan should have brought the judgment back with him. But Rong Ziyan didn’t. He didn’t even bring a bouquet of flowers, only two bottles of white wine.

    When Rong Ziyan’s parents passed away, Rong Ziyan’s family was penniless, so the couple was hastily buried in a desolate grave on the mountain in their hometown.

    Later, when Rong Ziyan went to school and won a scholarship, he saved money from his own mouth to build tombstones for the couple. At that time, because of this matter, his aunt had a fight with Rong Ziyan.

    Her meaning was that if Rong Ziyan had money to repair the grave, he should first pay back the money that the Rong family had spent raising him.

    At that time, Rong Ziyan was young and stubborn, and he really took out all the money he had and threw it at his aunt. How did he survive that winter? Rong Ziyan didn’t remember. He only remembered that on New Year’s Eve, he was holding a cup of cold tap water, hiding under someone else’s window, and listening to the Spring Festival Gala for half the night.

    The fragrance of dumplings in that house that night warmed his eyes.

    Sitting in front of his parents’ graves, Rong Ziyan opened a bottle of white wine and took a swig from the bottle. The moment his stomach burned up, he felt a lot warmer.

    Blinking his eyes, he revealed the first smile he had shown in these days.

    “Dad, Mom, don’t worry, I’m doing very well.”

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