Live broadcast of debt collection, one person is paying attention and the entire network is scared t

The netizens immediately became excited, but Jiang Ningning immediately stopped broadcasting and looked at the policeman, "Comrade, can you wait for a minute?"

The policeman nodded.

Jiang Ningning said to Zhao Xiaohui, who was standing in front of the counter, a little helpless and embarrassed, "I'm going to go first, and you can help me take a look at the store. Someone comes in to buy a villa, two hundred and fifty one, don't worry about the rest."

Zhao Xiaohui was nervous and held Jiang Ningning's arm, "How about I wait until you come back? I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Jiang Ningning raised her eyebrows, "Don't you want to find Shang Fang's sword as a burial object in your family?"

Zhao Xiaohui was stunned. He didn't say anything, but his face vividly expressed a few words: Do you have a way?

Jiang Ningning patted her shoulder and walked around the counter, "Wait until I come back. There are snacks and other things in the store. You can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Jiang Ningning shouldered her canvas bag and left with the police.

As soon as they left, Zhao Xiaohui was the only one left in the store.

Originally, staying alone in a funeral shop was a bit eerie and scary, but she had seen a real ghost yesterday, so this eerieness was just... that much?

He looked back and forth seventy, eight or ninety times over the wreaths and shrouds on display in the store. It had only been five minutes. He really didn't know what to do, so Zhao Xiaohui simply sat on a chair and took out his mobile phone to play with it.

Big data is scary!

"Everyone who comes in, please pay attention. Today we will talk about Miss Jiang, who is live streaming debt collection!"

Zhao Xiaohui has been watching Jiang Ningning's live broadcasts these days. When she clicked on it, she was pushed to a funeral anchor with the ID: [Brother Wang of the Old Funeral Shop].

"This Miss Jiang's shop is right next door to my house. She is not that mysterious at all. She can also do calculations, but she is a fool!"

Brother Wang mentioned Jiang Ningning with a look of disgust and contempt on his face.

"I don't know what prompted her to start a live broadcast to collect debts. Putting aside the facts, let's not talk about how well she collects debts, just talk about her poor quality of paper."

"She's still talking arrogantly about how only her big villa can be received by the people below if it is burned down. She's talking nonsense. These paper bundles are all made of yellow paper. Is there any difference? Even if it means suppressing our colleagues, it's not enough. Use your brain, anyone who believes what she says is really brainless."

"Let's talk about the bronze sword from Sister Zhao's house. She said it was a burial object, right? Ha! She dared to say it for the sake of bad traffic. You really dare to believe it. Now you know, even the police couldn't stand it and arrested her directly. !”

[Hahaha, it’s my first time to watch an anchor live broadcast and get caught. It’s so cool! 】

[Is she arrested because she said the bronze sword was a burial object? 】

[When the police came just now, she left the broadcast without saying a word, obviously feeling guilty. 】

[I know clearly what I have done, and I must have done a lot of immoral things. These days, any trash can be used as an anchor. 】

…

Seeing everyone scolding Jiang Ningning, Zhao Xiaohui was furious and started typing.

[The paper-made villa in Jiang’s Funeral Shop is indeed different. I burned it for my relatives and other people’s houses did not receive a dream, but the one who burned Jiang’s Funeral Shop received a dream last night. 】

[Also, that bronze sword is indeed a burial object! 】

Zhao Xiaohui also wanted to say that the sword was not only a burial object, but also a burial object for my ancestors.

But before she could say anything, she was called out by [Brother Wang, the old funeral shop owner].

"This shilling is too fake. How much did Jiang Ningning pay you? You deceived people for her like this, and you still wash Jiang Ningning's clothes for her after she was caught? You're a cult!"

Brother Wang, who is in his forties, was sitting at the counter of his funeral shop, cursing loudly.

The business of his funeral shop has always been similar to that of Jiang's funeral shop next door.

But everyone who came to his house to buy things had paid their bills, but the one next door was in debt and couldn't even pay the rent, and was about to go bankrupt.

Originally, he felt sorry for Jiang Ningning, but Jiang Ningning actually started live broadcasting to collect debts. Not only did he get the debt back, he also earned traffic!

Why!

How can you be better than me all at once!

Seeing the water friends madly insulting Jiang Ningning, Brother Wang felt refreshed.

"Okay, let's not talk about this kind of legal coffee with low moral bottom line. Let's introduce to you the paper tie in our store. There is a benefit for water friends in the live broadcast room today. I will randomly draw 20 lucky IDs and give them away for free... …”

Following Jiang Ningning's lead, Brother Wang began to bring goods.

Zhao Xiaohui tried her best to explain to Jiang Ningning, but the more she explained, the more she was surrounded by friends and scolded her, and she was almost mad to death.

In a certain bureau in Xuancheng, Jiang Ningning still knew nothing.

She looked at the man in the monitoring room in shock.

It was the tomb robber she met in Baoshan yesterday.

Yesterday, he threatened Jiang Ningning with a homemade gun. Jiang Ningning thought that it was dark and windy at night, deep in the mountains and old forests, so he pointed his finger at him and fired a beam of purple lightning, which also caused the nearby trees to move.

He didn't do much, just tied him with branches for a short while, and threatened him a few words not to do evil again in the future...

"She's not a human! She's really not a human!"

"She just stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck me! Lightning! Do you know about lightning! Fuck! She let lightning strike me!"

"I also cast a spell on the branch, so that the branch took off my clothes, tied me up, and hung me in the air, hanging upside down! Branch! Do you know the branch!"

The man sat on the interrogation chair, beating his chest and roaring heart-breakingly, like a donkey tied at the entrance of the village.

His eyes were filled with fear and anger, and his hair stood on his scalp.

Next to Jiang Ningning stood an old policeman.

"We received a distress call from him early this morning. He said he was trapped on the mountain by a tree demon and asked us to rescue him."

"When the rescue police rushed over, he was indeed lying naked in the woods halfway up the mountain. He was unconscious at the time. He was brought back for a comprehensive examination. There were no wounds on his body. But when he woke up, he was like this. He accused you of causing harm. he."

Jiang Ningning looked innocent and innocent, "Oh my god, you guys just believe it, right?"

The old policeman said: "We called the surveillance over there. You did go to Baoshan last night. Can you explain what you went to do?"

Jiang Ningning:......

I said I was going to find my brain. Do you believe me?

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that an old man said that his ancestral grave had been dug up and wanted me to help take a look. As you know, I own a funeral shop and I believe this, so I woke up and went to the funeral store. Mountain."

Old policeman: ...

Looking at the crazy person in the room, and then looking at the one in front of me, I felt a little tired for a while.

"Then did you meet him when you went up the mountain?"

Jiang Ningning whipped out her phone, "Not only did we meet, I also took a photo. Can you take a look?"

Jiang Ningning thrust the photo directly in front of the old policeman's eyes.

It is this high-definition picture of a man digging a grave, and there are very professional tools next to it: a black donkey hoof, a cyclone shovel, a gas mask and a flying tiger claw.

In the room, the man was hysterical, "Go and arrest her! I'm just an innocent and good person, why are you interrogating me! I want her to compensate me and compensate me for my mental damages!"