"In the final analysis, it is not the public opinion on the Internet that makes us famous in Dong'an City. The bureau leaders have repeatedly urged to do it, and the procuratorate is even more annoying, chasing eight phone calls a day, the pressure is huge, and if the criminal investigation side does not come up with a conclusion as soon as possible, almost all of them will be replaced. Shang Yong explained.

Fang Chaoyang lit a cigarette, was silent for a moment, and asked seriously, "Dayong, what did you find again?"

"Qiu Dali's son was admitted to the provincial hospital yesterday and paid a one-time fee of 100,000 yuan, still in cash. ”

"What, Xiaode is sick?" Fang Chaoyang was stunned.

"Hehe, your expression betrays your heart. ”

"It's not a feudal society now, and you can't connect the nine clans. ”

"That child has leukemia, and there is no serious illness medical insurance, and the cost of treatment is not low, where did Qiu Dali's daughter-in-law get the money? Besides, she is bankrupt, and it is not enough to compensate Miao Yi. Shang Yong said.

In front of Fang Chaoyang's eyes, a little boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain appeared, holding a point reader, and was learning English with indistinct words. It was three years ago, he went to Qiu Dali's house once, was warmly welcomed by the couple, and almost got drunk.

Such a cute child actually suffered from leukemia, and God is sometimes really ruthless.

"Do you suspect that Qiu Dali deliberately killed Miao Yi by accepting other people's money to treat the child?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"Is there any other explanation? On the side of the traffic police, although it was detected that Qiu Dali was drunk driving, there was a suspicious point here, at noon that day, the traffic police were on that road to check for drunk driving, Qiu Dali's car was stopped, and it was not monitored. ”

"What does that mean?"

"He drank it later, and it was liquor, and his mother was just trying to strengthen his courage. Shang Yong scolded.

"Dayong, if it's a hired murderer, the problem is complicated. For example, how did Qiu Dali lock down Miao Yi's itinerary? Fang Chaoyang frowned.

"The most strange thing is that on Qiu Dali's mobile phone, there was no call record during that time, either it was deleted, I went to the service provider to check, or there was none. ”

"There was another phone. ”

"Old classmate, I've had three beers tonight, oh, this is the fourth, but here, the mind is clear. Including me, I don't know how many people want Qiu Dali to die to comfort Miao Yi's soul in the sky. Qiu Dali should be damned, he has a bad conscience! However, once he is dead, those bastards behind the scenes will really get away with it. Shang Yong knocked the coffee table a few times with his left knuckles, his eyes were moist, he rubbed it, and picked up the beer bottle again.

"Don't drink, I know the nature of your job, and you don't necessarily have to go to the scene of the crime at any time. Fang Chaoyang snatched the wine bottle and pushed the tea over.

"Judge Chaoyang, promise me, I'll beg you!" Shang Yong clenched his fists heavily.

"I can only promise you, do your best. ”

"Then I'll wait for the good news. ”

really made Fang Chaoyang right, Shang Yong's mobile phone rang, and there was a case, he hurriedly put on his clothes and went out, and ran downstairs.

The coffee table was a mess, full of wine stains, oil stains, and skewers placed haphazardly.

Fang Chaoyang patiently cleaned up, opened all the windows again, and then came to the bedroom, and spread a white rice paper on the table in front of the window.

Lighting the lamp, he took out a brush and wrote a poem fluently: persuade the monarch not to cherish the golden clothes, and persuade the monarch to cherish the youth, when there are flowers that can be folded straight, do not wait for no flowers and empty branches.

Then, Fang Chaoyang signed his pen name, Wuchen!

Grabbing the upper two corners of the rice paper and hanging it on a thin rope next to it, Fang Chaoyang was very satisfied with this calligraphy and couldn't help but nod.

Just as he turned his head, he found a girl in pajamas waving in this direction from the window on the fifth floor opposite.

Do?

Fang Chaoyang didn't understand the meaning of waving his hand, and then, the girl picked up a large piece of white paper, on which were written three words: You are great!

Fang Chaoyang couldn't help laughing, and waved at the girl, then returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and quietly thought about tomorrow's arrangements.

He was still moved by Shang Yong's words, and he wanted to work hard to postpone Qiu Dali's case, and it was best to return to the criminal investigation side.

Miao Yi didn't blink to death, this is because the main messenger behind the scenes is gloating, and they hope that Qiu Dali will die, so that they can live without worrying from now on.

We must let this group of bastards, who do not miss anything, be judged by the law!

Normally, Fang Chaoyang would rest on time at ten o'clock, but tonight, he didn't fall asleep until one o'clock in the second half of the night. The court has no power to bring back the criminal case, so it can only go to the prosecutor's office.

And Hai Xiaozhou is exactly the person Fang Chaoyang is the most unwilling to see.

Early the next morning, Fang Chaoyang went downstairs, ready to go to the roadside stall to have some breakfast and go to work. At the entrance of the hallway, a girl in her early twenties stopped him, looking like a college student.

"Handsome guy, I'm from the opposite building last night, my name is Lin Wenwen. The girl introduced herself.

"Hello, my name is Fang Chaoyang. ”

"The way you write, it's really charming!"

"Thank you for your appreciation. ”

"I also like calligraphy, but I can't write well, can you give me a painting? Give me some money, oh, I'm still in college, I can give up to a thousand." Lin Wenwen carefully stretched out a thin white index finger.

"I can't let you run out of money for food, since you like it, I'll give it to you. I still have to go to work, I'm afraid it's too late, so come to me in the evening. Fang Chaoyang agreed.

"Thank you!" Lin Wenwen was very happy, and she was going to leave Fang Chaoyang's mobile phone number.

After breakfast, Fang Chaoyang drove to the front of the courthouse and saw that many people had gathered here, among which young girls accounted for more than half, and they pulled a white banner with a line of big black characters printed on it: Strongly demand that Qiu Dali be sentenced to death!

The team was very orderly, and when they saw the car coming, they immediately got out of the way.

Fang Chaoyang's face was ugly, he slowly drove the car in, and after the telescopic door was closed, he stopped the car and walked directly into the guardhouse.

"Who are the people outside?" Fang Chaoyang asked the officer on duty.

"The employees of Fengwu Jiutian Group said that they had been approved by the public security department. A guard replied respectfully, and then asked, "Vice President Fang, do you need to disperse?"

"No!"

Fang Chaoyang shook his head, walked out and got into the car again, parked in the parking space, and then walked into the court building.

As soon as he entered the hall, a young man greeted him, juror Gao Yiwei.

"Head, just now the dean suggested, let's meet first and discuss Qiu Dali's case. Gao Yiwei said.

"Okay, go and wait for me in the conference room, remember to call Comrade Mu Fan. Fang Chaoyang agreed, and at this time, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly rang.