The Devil is Lurking By Your Side

After Officer Wu hung up the phone, everyone looked at Leng Yu with a pair of eyes, but they just snorted when they saw the other party. After a long time, they heard Officer Wu sigh again, and then said: "These people have brutally killed so many innocent lives in order to make quick money. Dean Zhang was buried in the wall, but not. I know if it was buried alive or buried after death."

When everyone listened to Officer Wu's words, they couldn't help but think of the process of his murder that year, but that was just an imagination. The real process may be even more tragic and unknown.

No matter it was buried alive or whatever, Dean Zhang must have experienced painful torture before he died.

And this case also ended with Xiaojie's arrest.

At this moment, Officer Wu suddenly remembered that he still had an important thing to do. So he picked up the phone again and dialed the police officer Chen of Nanshi.

"Officer Chen, everything that happened in the secret room has nothing to do with the mayor of Nanshi, so he must also pay a heavy price and don't let him escape."

Officer Wu spoke with a hint of resentment. After listening to Xiaojie's story, he felt unusually angry about the events of the year, so he didn't want to let it go as long as he was involved in the case.

Besides, the mayor of Nanshi is very guilty. If he is allowed to go unpunished, is there any reason for that?

Moreover, is it fair to those who have died?

Seeing that Officer Wu had taken such an action, Leng Yu secretly admired him. Although she ignored the affairs of the Public Security Bureau, all police officer Wu did won her respect.

Although the deceased is dead, someone still needs to bear the crime and pay the price.

Just like Xiaojie.

He never thought that his life could be so miserable, but this is his destiny, and it really cannot be changed. These were not what he wanted, but since he had made a mistake, he could not escape the punishment of the law, although the people he killed were all damned.

Leng Yu looked up at Xiaojie, who was lowering her head, and suddenly said, "Mr. Liu, the court will send a lawyer to defend you, and will even try to defend you and reduce your sentence because of what you have encountered. It’s just that you have to tell them everything you told us today."

When Leng Yu’s words reached Xiaojie’s ears, he immediately raised his head, and his eyes were indifferent and his tone of voice was light. He said, “Officer Leng, I don’t need a lawyer to defend me. ."

There was despair in the words.

And Xiao Cheng quickly understood the meaning of his words, and only listened to him whispering: "Xiaojie, please, let the lawyer defend you."

Looking at the sincerity and eagerness in Xiao Cheng's eyes, Xiaojie smiled miserably at him, and said, "Does it work? Xiao Cheng, tell me honestly, if my sentence is really reduced, do you think it will work for me? "

The words he said made Xiao Cheng shut up in an instant, and could no longer speak for a while. He sighed, then turned his head and said to Leng Yu: "Boss, if there is nothing wrong with me here, I will go out first."

He knew that he could not convince Xiaojie, because he knew and understood that if Xiaojie really survived, would he still be useful in his life?

Not only would he still be entangled in dreams, he would even have to live many years more painfully. He has to live alone, with no goals, no relatives, or even a home.

Does this make sense to a person who has nothing to live?

Leng Yu turned to look at Xiao Cheng, and allowed him to leave the interrogation room: "Well, you go out first, and we will have to report to Director Wang in the Federal Bureau later."

Xiao Cheng nodded, and after looking at Xiaojie for the last time, he left dejectedly.

Xiaojie glanced at Xiao Cheng's back for the last time, and then lowered his eyes again after his shadow disappeared from the door.

He didn't say a word again.

Leng Yu pursed her lips and said again: "Mr. Liu, no one can change the fate that has landed on us. However, there is no road to human beings. If you are willing, we will arrange a psychologist for you. Relieve the pain in your heart."

Xiaojie still said indifferently: "Officer Leng, no need. I don't want to live anymore, so let them take my life."

After Leng Yu listened, he didn't speak anymore. However, Officer Wu, who was sitting next to her, said: "Although you are unwilling to cooperate with lawyers, it does not mean that we will not tell them about you."

When Police Officer Wu spoke, he waved the handwritten transcript and the recorder on the table, indicating that they still had a way to provide such information to the lawyer.

Although the police represented the deceased in this case and belonged to the accusation party, they are still responsible for presenting all the prisoner's confession to the court, and then the jury will judge the prisoner.

After Xiaojie looked down at the recorder in Officer Wu's hand, he shook his head and smiled, without saying more.

Seeing that the matter was over, Leng Yu stood up, then took Huang Lin and left the interrogation room with Officer Wu. When she walked to the lobby of the Public Security Bureau, she saw Xiao Cheng sitting alone on the sofa at the door smoking.

The three of them met again, and after saying goodbye to Officer Wu, they drove away from the Public Security Bureau and drove in the direction of the Federal Bureau.

The murder of the white angel ended with Xiaojie's arrest. However, the things they heard and saw during the period were extremely heavy. For a while, everyone was reluctant to continue the discussion because of these tragic deeds.

Everyone has their own thoughts hidden in their hearts. Among them, the most pitiful are the children who were too late to grow up. They were killed by the scalpel because of the greed and abnormal psychology of adults.

So, who said that the scalpel is not a murderous weapon?

It can be a tool to save people, but it can also be a weapon to kill people. However, it also depends on who is holding the scalpel.

If the person has good intentions, the scalpel is naturally a tool to save people, but if the person holding the scalpel is not correct, then it can easily become a murderous weapon.

"Oh...If time can go back and if things can come again, then there won't be such a serious tragedy as today..." Huang Lin couldn't help leaning back in her chair and sighed.

However, things have not happened, and it is impossible to come back. Therefore, the living people can only live hard, while the dead can only be turned into dust.

***

After Leng Yu finished his briefing to Director Wang, he returned home and had a good night's sleep. Until she got up the next day, she reached out and touched the bed next to her, but she felt empty.

She opened her eyes, and when she turned her head to look at the side of the bed, it was empty.

Since she slept very well, she didn't know when Lin Xin got up.

If in normal times, she left home early in the morning for the case, leaving Lin Xin alone. However, now that the case is over, she rarely greedily sleeps longer.

So, she couldn't help but roll over, reached out and picked up the phone from the head of the bed. After checking the time, she saw that it was 8.30 in the morning.

She later sat up from the bed, and immediately smelled the scent of food on the tip of her nose.

Leng Yu's eyebrows were smiling. She remembered that it was Saturday, and she and Lin Xin were rarely at home, so Lin Xin got up and made breakfast for them while she was still asleep.

What is happiness? Happiness is when you wake up, someone is already preparing breakfast for you, and you are only responsible for eating it.

After washing quickly, Leng Yu walked out of the bedroom and turned to the door of the kitchen. She still remembered that when she and Lin Xin weren't together, she seldom opened fire in the kitchen, and the breakfast she had eaten was very simple.

At that time, her usual breakfast was only a glass of milk and a piece of bread. If it is too late for work, she simply goes to the canteen of the Federal Bureau to settle her breakfast.

However, when she saw Lin Xin from the back of preparing breakfast, she couldn't help but walked behind her with her lips curled, and quietly hugged her from behind.

Lin Xin had already noticed that she had gotten up when she stepped into the kitchen, but she didn't make a sound.

It was not until she felt Leng Yu holding herself and then breathing gently in her ears that she turned her head and kissed her lips, and asked, "Did you get up?"

"Well, I got up." Leng Yu's cold voice surrounded the kitchen, and suddenly shook the fat who was eating cat food in the kitchen.

It doesn't dare to go against Leng Yu now, lest her food is easily deducted by her. As a result, it didn't make a sound, but shrank its neck and quietly enjoyed the same breakfast every day.

After Lin Xin gave Leng Yu a gentle look, she lowered her head again to prepare breakfast for her. She said, "You go to the living room and sit down. I'll be fine in a while."

After Lin Xin finished speaking, she fried the sausages by the way.

At this moment, the scent of sausage came out, causing Fatty to raise his head, sniffed a few times, but quietly glanced at Leng Yu, and when he saw that the dead woman was unwilling to walk out of the kitchen, she secretly held it. Tightened the cat fist.

If Leng Yu were not there, she would have surrounded Lin Xin's feet long ago, and Lin Xin would drop a sausage in her bowl.

"Okay, I'm ready to cook, and I'll carry it out for you." Leng Yu kissed Lin Xin on the cheek again, then let go of her, and then walked to the side of the kitchen to prepare for them. Plate and knife and fork.

At this time, Lin Xin seemed to think of something. She shouted from a distance: "By the way, Pan Guorong sent me a text message today, let us go to the XX hotel tonight, saying that it is a classmate meeting."

Leng Yu paused with his hand holding the plate.

Huh? Who is Pan Guorong?

She couldn't remember for a moment where she had heard this name. However, since Lin Xin said it was a reunion, he must be the same classmate they used to go to high school together.

But who is he? Why can't I remember it?

"Who? Who is Pan Guorong?" Leng Yu asked.

"Hey, have you forgotten? A male classmate who wanted to chase you before!" Lin Xin called again.

Ah? Want to chase yourself?

Why didn't she notice this person?