Detective: I, Cao Jianjun, started by arresting my brother-in-law.

Lin Tianhao quickly took out his phone, opened the chat window, and found that there was no mistake; the video had indeed been sent from his phone.

What's most infuriating is that he didn't even know when he got his hands on the video.

buzz-

In the deathly quiet private room, Lin Tianhao's phone vibrated with an incoming call.

It was Lin Can's phone call.

Lin Tianhao pressed the answer button with trembling hands: "Brother Can... Brother Can..."

"Where are you?"

Lin Can's tone was filled with a menacing murderous intent.

"Sweet...honey!"

Which private room?

"Royal 007..."

"Wait, don't let a single one of you leave."

After Lin Can finished speaking, he slammed down the phone. About thirty seconds later, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Lin Can entered with more than a dozen young men.

At this, everyone in the private room stood up and hid to the side, trembling with fear.

"Everyone, hand over your phones..."

Lin Can held a gun in one hand and pointed it at everyone present: "Put it on the coffee table, quick."

No one dared to utter a sound, nor could anyone speak; they quickly cooperated, all tossing their phones onto the coffee table.

With a single glance from Lin Can, his henchmen quickly stepped forward and collected all the phones.

"Tianhao, come with me."

Lin Can raised his hand and pointed the gun at Lin Tianhao, who was terrified and wanted to explain, but hesitated to speak.

After Lin Tianhao left, Lin Can coldly said, "Take everyone here back to Tazhai."

"No matter what you saw or didn't see tonight, nobody is getting away."

"You should know this is Dongshan. Even if you run... your home is still here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left the private room.

…………

It's late at night, 11 p.m.

Tazhai, Lin Clan Ancestral Hall.

On either side of the central octagonal table sat three people, from left to right: Lin Zonghui, Lin Yaodong, and Lin Yaohua.

They learned of the news the moment Lin Tianhao sent the video from his phone.

Let's leave aside who leaked it for now, because it would be too troublesome to investigate.

However, they know whose phone it was sent from.

Arrest Lin Tianhao and punish him according to family rules.

Inside the ancestral hall late at night, rows of memorial tablets stand, each representing one of the ancestors of the Lin family and the generations of ancestors of Tazhai.

“~Third brother…”

The three of them sat there, and Lin Yaodong spoke up: "I remember this video was filmed by Shengwen, right?"

Lin Zonghui remained expressionless and silent.

"Now..." Lin Yaodong continued, "how did it end up in Lin Tianhao's hands?"

Lin Zonghui remained motionless and silent.

"Is this Tazhai village really haunted?"

Lin Yaodong suppressed his anger and said, "Who wants me, Lin Yaodong, to die faster, or do they want Tazhai to be destroyed sooner?"

"You're the eldest brother."

Lin Zonghui spoke coldly: "Shengwen just had a foul mouth and got himself killed."

“Lin Tianhao’s crimes are now far greater than Shengwen’s. I want to know how you should deal with this, brother.”

Lin Yaodong glared at Lin Zonghui, his eyes flashing with an aggressive murderous intent, his facial muscles trembling slightly as his emotions fluctuated.

the end.

Lin Yaodong took off his glasses: "Zong Hui, I hope that no matter how big the grudge is, you will not betray the clan."

Lin Zonghui raised his neck slightly, his demeanor somewhat arrogant, and stopped speaking.

Lin Tianhao appeared from outside.

He was escorted by Lin Can and several other young men into the clan ancestral hall and brought before Lin Yaodong and his two companions.

puff-

Almost instantly, Lin Tianhao knelt down on the spot, his head slamming hard onto the ground.

"Uncle Dong, it wasn't me! Uncle Dong, you have to save me, Uncle Dong..."

Lin Tianhao was terrified.

Because of this video, he witnessed firsthand how Lin Shengwen died.

However, no one ever found the real video before Lin Shengwen died.

"I...my phone was in my pocket at the time, I didn't take it out at all, Uncle Dong..."

"I don't believe it... Dong"

As he spoke, Lin Tianhao, with snot and tears streaming down his face, raised his head and pointed outside: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Daxia or Mazi, they all know."

"I was drunk at the time, I even closed my eyes and tried to sleep..."

"If they hadn't... if they hadn't called me, I wouldn't have known what happened."

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"Tianhao".

Lin Yaodong impatiently interrupted Lin Tianhao's pleas, coldly asking, "How did the video end up on your phone?"

"I……"

Lin Tianhao was speechless.

If someone logged into Lin Tianhao's chat account and sent this video.

But how to save the video to Lin Tianhao's phone completely baffled him.

He began to try his best to recall, closing his eyes and replaying everything that had happened in the nightclub that evening in his mind.

Like a movie playing in reverse, the scenes flashed by frame by frame.

Sudden.

Lin Tianhao suddenly woke up, opened his eyes wide and looked at Lin Yaodong, Lin Yaohua and Lin Zonghui.

“I…I remember now, Uncle Dong, I remember…”

As he spoke, Lin Tianhao knelt on the ground and quickly moved towards the three of them: "It's that woman, it's her..."

"When we were drinking that night, she said she wanted to add me on WeChat, and I... didn't think much of it at the time and just gave her my phone."

Hear the words.

Lin Yaodong and the other two exchanged glances and asked, "Do you remember that young lady's name?"

"Do not……"

Lin Tianhao's newly ignited hope instantly turned into despair, and he shook his head like a rattle drum.

"Sweet Honey Dance Hall, today there was a group of new women, and...we didn't think much of it at the time..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yaodong lost interest in listening any further.

Lin Tianhao continued to explain and beg for mercy, still indulging in self-pity.

Should Lin Tianhao die?

In fact, both Lin Yaodong and Lin Yaohua knew that the child had most likely been framed. 207

But who's behind this? Some of them have suspicions.

However, these are all inferences and cannot serve as any basis for saving Lin Tianhao.

Lin Zonghui, the third son, remained a bystander, not uttering a single word or expressing any opinion throughout the entire process.

"Tianhao!"

Lin Yaodong stood up, holding the Buddha statue, and turned to face the ancestral tablets.

"Sigh, Uncle Dong..."

Lin Tianhao was so frightened that he was drenched in sweat and his face was covered in tears.