Chapter 26 The Origin of Disaster

Pan Hongsheng doesn't know whether to cry or laugh: This old guy is still in the mood to joke at this point?

It's not easy for a person sentenced to 10,000 years to have the courage to live.

"What can I do for you, boy?" Henry's eyelids were down and he asked without falling out, "My time is very tight. I'm going to the prison library to perform the work of a keeper. I'm the most prestigious person here. You reporters don't understand our world. Eat shit!" Don't bother me anymore. I've been sentenced to 10,000 years in prison. This is no longer news. Think about it... At least I'm still alive, at least I can give you a middle finger. At least I can find the remnants of the Playboy magazine in the library..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Henry!" Pan Hongsheng had to interrupt his personal words: "I don't mean to offend, but I'm not asking about you, but about one of your employees, of course... it's a former employee."

"Employees? I had thousands of employees and ten enterprises in those years. Should you find a better excuse to find my employees? It sounds a little ridiculous!"

"When I say his name, you may not be able to laugh... In those years, there was a reporter in your newspaper with the pen name David. He once published the truth about the curse of the Egyptian pharaoh's tomb. Do you remember?"

"Ah... are you here for this?" The other party's blurred eyes immediately became vigilant: "I'm sorry, I don't remember."

After saying that, he stood up and pretended to be careless and said to Pan Hongsheng, "You journalists like to explore other people's privacy and see other people's misfortunes?" May God punish you! You will be cut off your tongue and go to hell after you die!"

"You can't go anywhere, Mr. Henry." Pan Hongsheng gave a look, and the guard immediately stopped him with his fat body.

"What are you...what do you want to do! This is in prison!" Henry panicked: "You have to think about the consequences!"

"Consequences?" Pan Hongsheng smiled faintly: "I advise you to think about your own consequences first and sit down!"

A few sparse hairs on Henry's head suddenly turned up, and his face was terrible! He suddenly rushed to Pan Hongsheng with a strange scream!

Before his finger touched Pan Hongsheng, he was twisted by the guard behind him!

"Hold on!" The guard nodded to Pan Hongsheng repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pan... This guy is very emotionally unstable. Mr. Douglas has said hello to us. You can do whatever you want to do with him here!"

Before Pan Hongsheng waved his hand before he could speak, suddenly Henry laughed: "Haha, hehe! Can't you help but attack me? George? Do you remember how I funded you back then? Go back and tell your boss that I will wait for him in hell!"

George? Pan Hongsheng frowned: What's going on? Is this old guy really crazy? In order to stop irritating the other party, he motioned the guard to go out.

"You should be more careful. This old guy is crazy, and three or five people can't hold it!" The guard nodded attentively and retreated.

Pan Hongsheng looked at the other party's face carefully, and saw that the old guy looked withered, with a dying posture, and he couldn't help muttering, "I knew there would be such a day, I knew there would be such a day..."

"Enough!" Pan Hongsheng patted the table and said, "Henry! Let me ask you simply! Was there a reporter named Orian in your newspaper decades ago?

"Olian?" Henry's eyes suddenly became confused: "Sir, are you wrong? Didn't you come here for George's business?

Speaking of this, he seems to be more calm, but the suspicion and vigilance in his eyes have never been eliminated: "You can actually buy through the guards here. Who is it?"

"Who am I? It basically has nothing to do with you... But whether you can answer my question completely has a lot to do with your survival..." Pan Hongsheng knows how to communicate with this kind of person, and to communicate with this kind of person who is almost equivalent to the death penalty. It's absolutely not good to be soft. These people are all without knives. The Lord who won't be in a hurry on his neck.

Henry's face was uncertain, and he asked ignorantly for a long time, "Can I see my lawyer?"

"Haha..." Pan Hongsheng smiled: "What do you think?"

"Forget it! Those guys probably can't help me deal with this situation... And I've been in arrears with lawyer fees for too long." Henry scratched his neck: "Sir, please, I will tell you everything I know..."

"Who is the George you just mentioned?" Pan Hongsheng felt very puzzled: It seems that this old guy has enemies, but who will attack a prisoner sentenced to 10,000 years?

"Except for this matter, sir..." Henry put his hands together: "I want God to promise that it's not that I don't want to tell the truth, but that this person is too terrible. If you know about him, you will die on the street... I may be able to live until now because this ten thousand years of punishment is too reassuring, but in fact, I haven't I slept soundly one night! I wake up from nightmares every night! He will never let me go! No way!"

"The person I asked is very similar to the person you described... But his name doesn't match. The person I'm looking for was originally your reporter, pen name David. He once wrote a column about the Egyptian pharaoh..."

"That's him! Isn't that George? Are you looking for him? Have you lived enough? How did you know about this? Henry asked in horror, "All the insiders were almost dead in those years. How did you know?"

"I saw this article," Pan Hongsheng put the newspaper from decades ago on the table: "Although this article has not been finished, I have almost guessed the following content. George, or Orian, who wrote this article, must have found something of great value, right?"

"Haha...hahahaha!" Henry laughed wildly, which made the guards outside a little nervous and kept looking inside.

Henry shook his head with a smile: "I really didn't expect that an unfinished article was precisely because of his hidden head and tail, which made you find clues! It's not easy! But what I want to tell you is that even if you are a policeman, there is nothing you can do with George now! He has mastered the mysterious curse and can kill invisibly at will! There is no evidence, no trace, and it just disappeared into the world out of thin air! There have been dozens of people, not even more people, who have been killed by him. Have you ever thought about your safety?

"Do you feel much better when you say these words?" Pan Hongsheng smiled faintly: "If you hold these words in your heart and pretend to be deaf and live for so many years, you must have lived very hard, right?"

This sentence is like a steel knife, which penetrates deeply into the other party's heart.

He trembled violently: "That's right! Over the years, I have lived a mouse-like life, laughed at, cursed and hated by everyone! The families of those victims swore that they would kill me as long as they saw me step out of prison... In fact, am I really the murderer? As a person with billions of pounds, will I be greedy for cheap chemical raw materials to make food?

"That is to say, your so-called crime..." Pan Hongsheng couldn't believe his ears, and he stared at each other in a daze.

And Henry nodded resolutely: "Yes, I know that I can't beat him, so there is no appeal, no rebuttal, no resistance, so I didn't go to the electric chair, but was sentenced to this outrageous sentence... I exchanged the loss of freedom for the opportunity to continue to live..."

It turns out that this seemingly obscene and rude guy also has such a decisive and resolute side.

In order to avoid the disaster of killing himself, he calmly admitted the crime that did not belong to him, and then honestly went to prison for decades!

This is not what ordinary people can do.

But Pan Hongsheng knew very well that if this person hadn't been so unbearable, he would have burp long ago.

This so-called journalist George is undoubtedly the enlightened Orian.

It seems that this Orian has no special skills, and may even have no power to tie the chicken.

But the secret he has is the supreme magic weapon that can kill countless masters in an instant!

An ordinary reporter suddenly gained such a huge power; it was a terrible thing.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Once a person's self-control and heart are mediocre, once he gets an unrestricted force, the originally suppressed desire will burst out, and it will be out of control!

"What did he do?" Pan Hongsheng handed over a cigarette, and the other party's hand trembled, and still took the cigarette - in prison, smoking is a luxury.

You have to buy the guard, and you have to see when the other party is in a good mood to get a little cigarette butt, and then quickly smoke it off.

With the stimulation of tobacco, Henry finally had a little energy. He looked at Pan Hongsheng quietly and said, "I remember you, I saw it on TV!" Are you Pan Hongsheng, the director? Why did you suddenly become interested in that godly man? Could it be that... you have also become his target?"

Pan Hongsheng shook his head with a smile: "I don't quite understand what you mean. To be honest, I don't know anything about Orian, so I came to ask you... But there is a saying that you are really right. I did mess with him!"

"Poor guy, it doesn't matter if I tell you these things. It's just to make you understand a little..." Henry suddenly took down the tobacco in his hand and checked it carefully before stuffing it back into his mouth: "All the small links, as long as you are not careful, you will become the other party's prey! He is like an imprepable demon in your food; in the water, tobacco and even the living people around you may become his props to harm you!"

Pan Hongsheng remembered the scene of his curse and nodded involuntarily.

"Those cursed people often do not know it and will only attack one after another in about a year, but at that time it was useless. In fact, even if they are sent to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible after being cursed, there is nothing wrong with the medical skills in this world." Henry sighed and lowered his head, as if recalling something...