I'm the mayor of a simulated ghost city

"Cough cough cough..." The old man was smoking his pipe, stopping from time to time and coughing violently.

The center of his forehead was slightly blackened and his cheeks were sunken, as if he had some serious illness and was on the verge of life and death. However, judging from his sudden appearance in the middle of the tunnel, there was no doubt that he had already been on the verge of death.

He actually died of illness? This was beyond Lu Yao's expectation. However, looking at it this way, everything made more sense.

After hearing Lu Yao's response, the old man finally recovered after a long time and took away the pipe: "Little girl, do we know each other?"

"We just met. But there's no need to know each other too well." Lu Yao said, letting the woman go. The woman ran to the corner, hugged her face, and watched the old man's expression.

The old man did not stand up. He continued to sit on the chair, rocking it so hard that it creaked. He kept muttering, "When I get old, I have to believe in ghosts and gods. Don't be impulsive. You young people nowadays have no reverence at all. You can't do this or that. You have broken all the rules of our ancestors!"

"So, you've found a reasonable explanation for setting fire to the mountain?"

In Black Face’s previous story, the discussion was about the fire truck hitting the car, but an important issue was overlooked, which was the wildfire that day!

Setting fire to the mountain will result in life imprisonment!

How come no one cares about such an important matter? They just keep harping on the fact that Deng Youwei and Zhang Zhiwei hit someone. No doubt someone is trying to cover up the truth and use the fire truck accident to change the responsibility for the wildfire! And with this in mind, the village party secretary who led the most violent riot becomes the most suspicious person.

He used his son's incident to direct all public opinion toward the firefighters who arrived at the wildfire scene, making them too busy to get to the bottom of the cause of the wildfire.

By the time the incident had died down, several months had passed and he had long since erased all traces of the incident.

When Lu Yao brought up the issue of him setting the fire, the old man didn't care at all. He just said in a threatening tone: "You remind me of that young man many years ago. If he honestly takes the blame for the accident and doesn't bother about the source of the wildfire, he might still be alive."

Deng Youwei is indeed dead...

Lu Yao frowned. It was almost as she guessed. Deng Youwei was indeed dissatisfied with the punishment. Although she didn't know why he was so obsessed with a fire truck and drove it away without permission, he probably didn't use the fire truck for anything else, but turned around to investigate the truth of the wildfire.

Now, hearing what the old man said, Lu Yao couldn't help but grit his teeth slightly: "Did you kill him?"

"Cough, cough, cough..." The old man took another puff from his pipe and started coughing. "How can I, an old man with half my body buried in the ground, beat a young man with such good physical fitness?"

That's true. After watching for a long time, Lu Yao finally understood that the old man probably died of lung cancer because he smoked too much when he was alive. Regardless of whether he was strong or not after his death, he certainly didn't have the physical fitness to kill a young firefighter when he was alive.

However, there was no need to believe the old man's words. Lu Yao narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes. But your body is not good, but your brain is good. How did you kill him?!"

"He is just ignorant. The ancestors of the villagers in Mangzhu Village have been buried on this mountain for generations. Who wouldn't go up to the mountain to burn paper during festivals? Isn't it normal for a mountain fire to be caused by accident? It was none of his business, but he insisted on investigating it and getting himself involved."

Lu Yao's pupils gradually dilated, and she saw some unknown fragments. It turns out that the tiger's poison can also eat its own pawns, and Deng Youwei is just a tiny pawn among them.

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Ever since Wuxiang City started afforestation and fire prevention, people are no longer allowed to burn paper in the mountains to prevent large-scale wildfires. After all, once a wildfire breaks out, it will not only burn a mountain, but also endanger the lives of people in the surrounding areas.

However, in order to win the hearts of the villagers, the village party secretary arbitrarily allowed them to continue to go up the mountain to burn paper during festivals. Those days seemed to be the village sacrificial festival in Mangzhu Village, so many families went up the mountain to burn paper.

Among them, a man set the forest on fire while burning paper...and that man was the son of the village party secretary who had drunk too much.

Seeing the fire, his son ran down the mountain in fear and told the village party secretary: "Dad! Something big has happened! There's a fire!"

The village party secretary was shocked and complained before offering an idea: "I told you not to follow their lead and burn paper! You didn't listen! If one person sets a fire, the whole family will suffer! So, you drive out first, and I'll find a way to do the rest. While the firefighters haven't arrived yet, we're not the only family burning paper..."

After persuading his son to escape, the village party secretary was trying to find a solution, but unexpectedly he heard the sound of a fire truck rescuing people. It must be that the villagers had called the police.

He hurried to the entrance of the village, and unexpectedly saw his son's car collide with a fire truck.

The fire truck paused for a moment after the crash. At that moment, the villagers began beating drums and gongs, shouting, "Come and put out the fire! Someone is burning to death!"

Hearing shouts from afar and seeing thick smoke billowing from the mountain behind the village, the fire truck hesitated and drove directly into the village, passing by the village party secretary who was hiding in a haystack.

He heard with his own ears that the people in the fire truck were using the communicator to communicate: "Quickly send an ambulance. We have a car accident here, but the wildfire is too big and there is no time to stop. Please send an ambulance immediately to check on the injured in the car. We have observed the damage to the vehicle and the people in the car should be injured."

Just after the fire truck left, the village party secretary strode to his son's car and saw that his son was stuck in the car with a serious head injury.

After a moment's silence, the village party secretary walked to the car's fuel tank and suddenly opened it. The oil in the tank flowed out along the car body.

"Son, I can't save you. If you go to jail, your whole family will suffer with you. Your eldest brother works in a department, your second brother also works in a public institution, and your father is also an important village official. You are an idler, and you have caused such a big disaster. You didn't make any contribution when you were alive, but maybe you can do some good after you die."

As he spoke, the village party secretary took out a cigarette from his son's pocket and put it in his son's mouth: "You are so injured that we don't know if you can be saved in the hospital. Don't be miserable."

As soon as he finished speaking, the village party secretary struck a match, lit the cigarette in his son's mouth, then put the match into his bag, left the scene with tears on his face.

"Boom!" Soon after, the car exploded.

Afterwards, the village party secretary wept and appealed for justice. The original projects of old village renovation and road construction were stopped. In order to appease Mangzhu Village, the managers of the area where Mangzhu Village in Wuxiang City was located allocated nearly 100 million yuan for renovation funds. The originally impoverished Mangzhu Village instantly became prosperous, and the village party secretary was also named the best village cadre in Wuxiang City that year.

But what I didn’t expect was that Mangosteen Village had just settled down.

One day a red fire truck drove onto the newly built road, breaking this false harmony and prosperity...