Chapter 632

"Damn!

"I thought the plot was over here!"

"Haven't all reached a consensus and the jury has agreed not guilty?"

"Sand sculptures, either you opened the barrage and focused on. There's also a button in the plot that hasn't been unfastened. ”

In the midst of a turbulent barrage, the plot of the seventh act finally came to the last paragraph;

The mock trial is over.

All the people who have just experienced a lifelong unforgettable, a virtual life and death of a boy, and a high probability of putting it into reality, have left the abandoned classroom in the company of their respective relatives.

Only Eight stood alone in the doorway, waving goodbye to the eleven jury members.

"Shixin. ”

At this moment, a little old man who was a little bowed walked to the door of the classroom with something in his hand.

Seeing the old man, Mr. Eight grinned.

"Teacher. ”

"Good boy, you're getting busier and busier, you haven't been here for more than a year. What's the matter, I'm afraid that your teacher will ask you to invite you to dinner?"

The true identity of the eighth was finally revealed in front of all the audience.

"Damn, it's the prosecutor!"

"No wonder such a good understanding of the legal system, and being able to stand up to its principles and lead the jury to rational discussion, should have guessed a long time ago. ”

"Shhh...... The blind guess that No. 8's identity just now is a lawyer, what if the wrong brother is lying down and eating Xiang?"

"@爱吃茶叶蛋, brother, don't play dead, please start your show!"

"Hahahaha, Hangang laughed at me, you sand sculptures, let that brother go. It's this brother since the time of "Ling", and he hasn't won the bet, and he probably hasn't eaten seriously for a month. What a terrible word. ”

"Hehehehehe, a bunch of sand sculptures. I didn't understand the twelve jury members, each of whom used the process of guilt to innocence to show their own life backgrounds and knots, and so far only Mr. Eight still hasn't shown his past and mental journey. So the biggest button in the whole play has not been unfastened, and it is over with a yarn!"

"It's awesome, even this kind of hole has been filled. What kind of structure is the screenwriter's brain, me!"

"Well, the general structure is similar to that of a normal person. However, the screenwriter of this show has two more blood clots in his brain than normal people. ”

"Kneel down...... It turns out that I am not strong enough to write such a script because there is no blood clot in my brain, Nima!"

In the human confusion behavior of netizens, Mr. Eight smiled embarrassedly in the face of his teacher's ridicule.

The old headmaster teased Mr. Eight, smiled and patted the dust on his shirt, and straightened his face: "How's the investigation of the case at hand?"

In the face of the inquiry, Mr. Eight shook his head helplessly: "Too much time has passed, and many of the parties have been transferred or simply no longer alive. Even some of the parties who are still there are still parties who refuse to cooperate for various reasons. Most of the visits over the past two years have been in vain. It is not easy to prove that this is an unjust, false and wrongful case. ”

Hearing No. 8's sigh, the old principal took his hands and nodded deeply: "It's been a thirty-year case, even if the murderer is found, the prosecution period has already passed." ”

Faced with the old principal's meaningful reminder, Eight smiled brightly again, "Teacher, I still remember what you said to us at the graduation ceremony. If one day, the state has entrusted us with duties, we must guard the bottom line of justice for this country and the people of this country! Now, I am willing to pursue it. ”

"Good boy!"

Seeing Eight's determination, the old headmaster smiled with relief. He patted Eight on the shoulder and handed over a file bag in his hand.

"Well, the file you asked for on the phone. It took me four bottles of Moutai to ask someone to find a relationship to get to the interrogation file at that time. Those who were handling the case at the time were very obstructive to the matter. The dossier was taken from them, and it may not be comprehensive, and I hope there are still things in it that will help you. ”

Holding the file that read "Zhang Yuhuan 10.24 Extraordinarily Large Sharen Case", Mr. Eight grinned and bowed slightly to the old principal. 126 Chinese Net

"Thank you, teacher. ”

"Go ahead. ”

With a wave of the old principal's hand, Eight took the file into his arms, took a big stride with his coat and briefcase, and walked into the distance.

"Today's special training, after the breakthrough progress has been made in the investigation of the 8.12 homicide case in our city, and the public security department has mastered key evidence and eliminated the suspected crime of the deceased's son Xu Moumou......"

As he passed by the school gate, he heard the sound of the radio in the guard's room, and Mr. Eight paused slightly.

Immediately, his steps towards the front became brisk.

As Li Shixin strode to the end of the stage, the abandoned classroom in the center of the stage, which had returned to calm, slowly darkened.

The vermilion curtain slowly fell.

All the stories of "Twelve Citizens" have come to an end here!

This time, all the viewers no longer have doubts.

Wow!

The applause with every struggling palm converged into a huge wave of sound, which lasted for a long time in the National Theater.

In Li Shixin's live broadcast room, the rocket tipping that took off in the sky occupied the entire screen, and the resources loaded at high frequency made the entire live broadcast room card into a slideshow.

Drip!

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Backstage, hearing the system prompt coming from his ears again, Li Shixin smiled slightly.

That's it.

yes！

That's it!

Leeks, please keep your emotions, as long as you hold on, the old man will stand up again...... It's just around the corner!

"Teacher Li!"

Just when Li Shixin was secretly proud of the benefits of this wave of dramas, Li Kang in the background called softly.

When Li Shixin came back to his senses, he saw all the actors of "Twelve Citizens" standing silently in front of him.

"Teacher Li, hard work!"

"Thanks to Mr. Li, I am honored to be able to participate in "Twelve Citizens". ”

"Thank you Mr. Li for the script, and I am really grateful to Mr. Li for choosing me among so many actors in Mandarin. The experience of today's drama is unforgettable!"

"Teacher, where's the little sausage?"

Facing the actors who walked in front of him one by one and expressed their gratitude to him, Li Shixin smiled slightly, and pulled An Xiaoxiao, who came over to beg for food, to the side.

In the hazy eyes of An Xiaoxiao's tears, Li Shixin bowed slightly to everyone. Rushing to the backstage, the camera and microphone have been set up, and he smiled slightly.

"Thank you for your dedication! Here, I officially announce that "Twelve Citizens" will participate in the competition for the Gu Mingkun Award. I hope that you will still be able to support you at that time!"

In the midst of everyone's response and the flash of flashlights, Li Shixin's eyes narrowed slightly.