Chapter 237 The Fourth Life Everyone at the beginning was shocked by Sun Zhiqiang's words, and only later did they realize that he was being sarcastic. He could express these shocking words so fluently because he had either repeated them to himself in his mind or someone forced him to express them frequently. No matter which one it is, it's terrifying to think about it. After listening to this, Ranran couldn't help but think about the meaning of the word "boss". For Sun Zhiqiang, he was forced to sacrifice his wife and lived a life of humiliation and without dignity. What kind of person was his boss to him? "Do you think that anyone with power is a boss?" Sun Zhiqiang glanced around coldly, "Why, do you still want me to say something nice to you?" "Even if you haven't done those disgusting things, you are not much different from those people. You enjoy the same things without any effort!" At first glance, this statement seems to be anti-rich, but it does seem to make some sense. However, if you think about it carefully, it does not make sense.
Being powerful is not a sin, and a rich person who has committed many evil deeds cannot be compared with a rich person who focuses on charity. Such a theory is a distortion of the absurd reality. Sun Zhiqiang had such thoughts because he had seen too much evil in society. Ran Ran's voice remained the same as usual, "So you hate those bosses." She asked the question but used a declarative tone. Sun Zhiqiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he said with gritted teeth: "How can I not hate you?!" "If it weren't for those scumbags, Bai Xue would be fine now..." He was silent for a moment, "Many people are fine now..." Ran Ran's eyes flickered when she heard this. "The many people you mentioned don't happen to include He Qinggui who disappeared to who knows where, right?" Sun Zhiqiang paused for a moment and quickly raised his head to stare at Ranran. "Why are you looking at me like that? Mr. Sun, just answer my questions." Ran Ran said slowly, "The missing Lao He is responsible for two deaths. He is an important character." Sun Zhiqiang's voice sounded somewhat unbelievable. "You still suspect that Lao He killed someone?" "What else?" Ran Ran smiled slightly, "Mr. Sun, do you have a better candidate to recommend to us? For example..." "yourself." Sun Zhiqiang's face suddenly turned pale and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead. His reaction basically confirmed that Ranran and the others' guess was correct. The murderer is Sun Zhiqiang. But why did he kill them? What was his motive? What did this have to do with the legendary rope-strangling ghost on the construction site? Why did Sun Zhiqiang pin the blame on Lao He after the incident?
Where is Lao He now? Sun Zhiqiang took several deep breaths before his expression gradually calmed down. "This day has finally come. I have long expected this day to come. Everyone has to pay the price for what they have done." When he mentioned Bai Xue, his voice softened, "Let's talk outside. She's timid, don't scare her." Ranran exchanged glances with Shen Dinghai, and nodded at Ning Wu. The three of them closed the iron door under Bai Xue's panicked and anxious eyes. Sometimes, a thin layer of iron can also keep secrets away. Sun Zhiqiang's lips moved slightly, and he couldn't help rubbing his fingers, looking at Shen Dinghai, "Do you have cigarettes?" Shen Dinghai was a little puzzled. "Do you think I look like a smoker? No! I hate smokers the most!" Ranran lowered her eyes, she knew that Sun Zhiqiang was nervous. It is just like the last meal of a death row inmate before he is taken to the execution ground. He has to eat under the watchful eyes of so many guards and doctors, and then he will face the final moment. Ranran imagined that if Sun Zhiqiang was in that scene, he would probably rub his hands silently, and then ask similar questions in a hoarse voice to the staff who wanted to kill him. In the face of life and death, everything is trivial. The staff will give him cigarettes and wait quietly for him to finish smoking. After all, this is the last desire before the end of life. Ran Ran suddenly felt guilty, "Sorry, none of us smoke." Sun Zhiqiang is destined to be disappointed. But Ning Wu lowered his eyes to glance at Ran Ran's expression and said slowly, "Not necessarily." After saying that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket like a magic trick and handed it to Sun Zhiqiang. "Do you need me to conjure up another lighter?" Sun Zhiqiang's face was somewhat moved. "Thank you." He pursed his dry lips and said, "What brand? Does it taste choking?" Ning Wu had a mysterious smile on his face and shook his head slowly, "I don't know." Shen Dinghai was just confused, "You don't know your cigarette?!" "I bought it for fun, it's normal that I don't know the brand." Ning Wu smiled gently, "I don't like smoking." Sun Zhiqiang stared at the cigarette in his hand for a long time, and suddenly said: "I don't like smoking either, but I suddenly want to smoke." A sigh flashed across Ranran's eyes. In this situation, she didn't know what to say. For a moment, she almost softened her heart and didn't want Sun Zhiqiang to tell her what he knew. Perhaps he could escape the malice of fate. Ning Wu smiled gently, "Since you want to smoke, just smoke it now." His tone was so gentle, but his words sounded like a Shura urging people to go to hell. Sun Zhiqiang raised his eyes, looked at Ning Wu deeply, then lowered his head and lit the cigarette in his hand with trembling hands.
He took a deep breath, choking until his eyes turned red, and laughed hoarsely. "Good smoke!" Ranran frowned and moved her gaze to the gray-yellow construction site scenery beside her. She sighed unconsciously. I feel helplessness from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t know who I’m directed at. Ning Wu lowered her eyelashes lightly and curled the corners of her lips. Being soft-hearted is not a good thing, but fortunately, it won't be long before he can help her put an end to this useless emotion. When Ning Wu thought of that scene, she smiled sincerely, and even the teardrop mole under the corner of her eye made her look breathtakingly beautiful. Shen Dinghai showed his great insensitivity. He had no idea what the cigarette meant to Sun Zhiqiang. He just stood there in a daze, feeling the dull atmosphere. Not fast or slow, just the time it takes for a cigarette to burn out, Sun Zhiqiang stretched out his fingertips to pinch out the last bit of scarlet. The shaking hands calmed down. He got it just right. Shen Dinghai asked inexplicably, "Don't smoke for a while longer?" Sun Zhiqiang curled his lips, his expression showing relief and liberation, "Any more would be greedy." Ranran couldn't help but stare at him, and suddenly stretched out her hand towards Ning Wu. Miraculously, Ning Wu really understood what she meant, and then took out more cigarettes from his pocket. Ranran stuffed the cigarette into Sun Zhiqiang's hand. "It's just smoking. There's nothing greedy about it. Just explain the situation to us clearly, and then you can smoke as much as you want." Sun Zhiqiang seemed shocked by these words, but soon, the shock in his eyes gradually turned into other complex emotions, and then he lowered his head, and the shadow covered those emotions. Ranran couldn't understand. She didn't know what he was thinking, but Sun Zhiqiang told her everything. People are killed by him. Three lives, Li Yang, Wang Laowu, and Lao He. It wasn't a particularly unexpected result, and it didn't take Ranran and the others long to digest the information. But the next morning, which was also the fourth day that Ranran came to the construction site, Sun Zhiqiang died. This day is also the seventh day after Li Yang's death.