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Four years ago, Duoduo's mother had not yet married and she and her husband were still in the dating stage.

Old Mrs. Xu considered that her son was about to get married, so she thought it would be convenient for them to live together in the future, so she had to buy a big house.

So she sold an old and dilapidated house under her name and used the proceeds to pay the down payment for her son's new house.

She had calculated very well. The house she bought before her marriage had only her son's name on the property certificate. But after her son got married, her daughter-in-law had to help pay the mortgage, so it was killing two birds with one stone.

And because she paid the down payment, she can live peacefully with her son. When she has a conflict with her daughter-in-law in the future, she can confidently say: "I paid for this house. If you don't like it, just leave!"

She had been like this since she was young, calculating, mean and selfish.

One day, when she was about to take a break after cleaning the new house, she suddenly found that the corner of the balcony, which was blocked by the washing machine, had not been swept. After sweeping a few times, she swept out a lot of dust and gravel left over from the renovation.

Since the trash can had just been cleaned, she didn't want to make it dirty again, so she simply dumped all the dirt outside on the balcony.

Anyway, the property management fee has been paid, and someone will clean up downstairs. As for whether the dust will drift to the neighbor's house, she doesn't care.

In the evening, when Old Mrs. Xu went downstairs for a walk, she suddenly heard that someone had died downstairs.

An old man on the third floor went out to buy groceries and was hit on the head by objects thrown from a high altitude. He died on the spot.

There was still a large pool of blood on the ground beside the building, which was shocking.

Old Mrs. Xu looked in the direction of the bloodstain and saw her own balcony on the 19th floor.

She was suddenly shocked: There seemed to be a stone stuck in the garbage I dumped downstairs during the day. It was not even as big as an egg. Could it have killed someone? It was impossible.

I asked the neighbors about the situation and found out that the time matched perfectly and it was just a small piece of gravel, about the size of an egg, which had already been taken away by the police for identification.

Mrs. Xu panicked immediately: Am I really a murderer? Will I go to jail? If I go to jail, what will happen to my son? He is going to get married next year!

Think about it again:

The garbage was left in the corner during the renovation and was not cleaned up in time. I didn't touch it with my hands, and my son didn't touch it either. Without our fingerprints, they can't find us, right?

Stones are just the leftovers of ordinary red bricks, which are very common and used by many families. Ours are built into the wall. The police can't tear out our wall for comparison without evidence, right?

Well, I feel relieved if there is no evidence!

That person was unlucky and the King of Hell wanted to summon him, so it’s not my fault!

After figuring this out, Mrs. Xu continued her walk with peace of mind.

After returning from a walk, I saw the police coming to my door.

But she soon realized that the police were searching door to door and were not targeting her alone.

That means the police have no evidence, otherwise they would have arrested someone long ago?

So she calmed down, pointed at her own house and said, "Our house was renovated a long time ago, there is no way there would be renovation waste thrown down. I went downstairs to throw away the garbage during the day, and there are surveillance cameras in the garbage station that can see me. I would never be so uncivilized as to throw garbage downstairs!"

The police really had no evidence, so they asked a few questions, looked around her house, and then went to the next house to investigate.

In the end, of course, the murderer was never found.

The families of the victims are really pitiful.

The young man in that family lost his mother when he was young and was raised by his father.

After finally becoming successful, I bought a house in the city and brought my old father over to live a good life.

As a result, not long after they moved in, a disaster struck and the old father was hit to death by a stone.

Of course the young man refused to give up, so he filed a lawsuit against all the residents on the upper floors, demanding compensation.

There are dozens of households in the building, and each person will have to pay tens of thousands of dollars in compensation.

Naturally, those innocent neighbors were unhappy, and their initial sympathy for the victim gradually turned into annoyance.

Old Mrs. Xu was not willing to pay. The police didn't find out that it was me, so why should I pay?

So she got together with other owners and instigated them to go and cause trouble for the family on the third floor.

When things don't matter to each other, neighbors can be very close to each other and even say: A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor.

But once personal interests are involved, the ugliness of human nature will be fully displayed.

The lawsuit dragged on for more than a year and consumed a lot of energy, but in the end the victim's family won and the court awarded compensation.

However, the defendants, led by Mrs. Xu, were unwilling to take the money and blocked the door and cursed:

"That couple is so obsessed with money that they are taking advantage of their own father and ruining our entire building!"

"If you have the ability, find the murderer. Why drag an innocent person to be the scapegoat?"

"Get rich! Get rich! Exploit your neighbors and make money from the dead!"

"..."

Old Mrs. Xu even went to a TV station to expose the incident, as if she was being blackmailed. The victim became a pariah, and everyone wanted to kill him.

The third floor is home to a young couple. The wife is pregnant, and they are extremely miserable because of this matter.

Even if the lawsuit was won, there were too many plaintiffs and the resistance to enforcement was great. Especially the elderly people headed by Mrs. Xu, who were so noisy that even the people in the court could not handle it.

Finally, after this long tug-of-war, the young couple had exhausted all their energy and didn't want to struggle any more. They sold the house at a low price and left this sad place.

But Mrs. Xu refused to pay the compensation and happily held her son's wedding.

After a while, Mrs. Xu's daughter-in-law became pregnant and gave birth to a baby smoothly.

Old Mrs. Xu lives in a bright and clean new house, holding her eldest grandson in her arms, and is happy every day.

As for the family whose family was destroyed by her, she had long forgotten about it.

"I didn't, you're talking nonsense!"

When Sang Feiwan told the truth of that year, Mrs. Xu immediately denied it.

"You must be someone hired by the couple on the third floor to deliberately slander me. And you—" She pointed the gun at her daughter-in-law again, "You have bad intentions. You deliberately brought in some messy people to talk nonsense. What do you want to do!"

Duoduo's father was also surprised when he heard this: "Mom, is this true?"

He just remembered that after the old man on the third floor was smashed to death, his mother never went out after dark every day.

When the old man got into trouble, his mother went out for a walk or square dance as soon as she finished dinner, and it was impossible for her to return home before nine o'clock.

Once, he saw the old lady quietly burning paper in the corridor, with a panicked look on her face and mumbling something. When he got closer, he could hear what she said: "Third floor... Lao Wang... Don't look for me..."

The son felt strange at the time and asked his mother: "Mom, who are you burning paper for? Is it for the old man on the third floor? Why are you burning paper for him?"

The old lady panicked, looked around for a few times, and then whispered, "I just felt sorry for him because he was gone so suddenly. Don't tell anyone about it, or people will think the wrong thing."

But he said that the other person was pitiful, but the next day he encouraged his neighbors: "So what if the court ruled? As long as none of us pays, the court can't seal off our entire building. Why is the third floor pretending to be a filial son? Maybe his father died, and he is secretly happy. He doesn't have to worry about his old age and can even extort money. How great!"

At that time he just thought his mother's words were too harsh, but now he thinks there are doubts everywhere.