"Don't go, senior. I said I said. Wu Xiuzhong hurriedly got up and dragged Jiang Suhe back.

Jiang Suhe looked at him quietly and didn't speak.

"It's the end of the private thing, the key is that there is a bit of a problem with the fake proof. Wu Xiuzhong finally spoke.

"Discovered?"

"Hmm. Wu Xiuzhong nodded.

Xin Zimo was discovered by the store manager when he went to the pharmacy to prescribe medicine with a fake medicine list. ”

"Let's be detailed. ”

Originally, Xin Zimo's diagnosis was written as schizophrenia, but the doctor's prescription was a cold medicine with a strange name. ”

Then when he went to prescribe medicine, the store manager found out that he had made a fake certificate. ”

Jiang Suhe understood the ins and outs of the incident this time, "So the store manager reported to you with a sense of justice?"

Wu Xiuzhong nodded repeatedly.

"Then let Xin Zimo continue to take the money and have a private relationship with the store manager. ”

Wu Xiuzhong smiled bitterly after hearing this: "It's not that simple, that store manager happens to be the leader of the illegitimate meal of the female idol." ”

Jiang Suhe's face was strange, with an expression that wanted to laugh but held back fiercely.

Wu Xiuzhong sighed: "Seniors, just laugh if you want to." ”

Jiang Suhe laughed and shook his head: "What about you filming TV series?"

"So seniors have to help me......"

Jiang Suhe smiled for a long time before his face returned to normal: "What can I help you?"

"The main thing is that I don't know what to do now......"

"Seek me for anything that offends. Jiang Suhe scolded Wu Xiuzhong with an angry smile.

"Then the senior agreed?"

"It depends on your sincerity. ”

Wu Xiuzhong's face froze, and he asked cautiously, "What does the senior want?"

"Let's owe it first. For the sake of your help in the first few cases, I'll take care of this matter. ”

"Who are you going to help?"

Jiang Suhe stood up impatiently: "Of course I helped Xin Zimo." ”

"He's rich. ”

Of course, Wu Xiuzhong knew what to do, but ......

Jiang Suhe saw Wu Xiuzhong's entangled face and patted him on the shoulder: "What about the sense of justice?"

Wu Xiuzhong didn't speak, but Jiang Suhe knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Suhe smiled: "I've been a prosecutor for a few years." ”

"You look a lot like me. Jiang Suhe looked directly into Wu Xiuzhong's eyes and found that there seemed to be something unspeakable hidden in them.

Kang Su-hyuk was too familiar with it.

It's a sense of justice.

It is a sense of justice that has not yet died.

"You've heard about me. Jiang Suhe sat down in his seat and mentioned the past to Wu Xiuzhong.

Wu Xiuzhong nodded lightly, but his eyes were a little sloppy: "I've heard it." ”

"How was it? Did you admire me at the time?" Jiang Suhe smiled heartily, "How can you feel like you were brave back then?"

"I'm still not young. ”

Oh so-jong nodded again and said, "At that time, not only me, but the entire training institute and your younger students at Seoul National University admired you. ”

Observing Jiang Suhe's face, Wu Xiuzhong said tentatively: "You are the first prosecutor to sit in the chief position within five years. ”

didn't touch Jiang Suhe's sore spot, Wu Xiuzhong breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a strange sense of loss in his heart.

"And now?" Jiang Suhe asked with interest.

"I'm probably the only one left. ”

"You still adore me?"

"I don't know......" Wu Xiuzhong lowered his head, Jiang Suhe couldn't see the change in his face clearly, "I don't know if it's the seniors I worship or just the seniors at that time."

Gritted his teeth: "Or maybe it's just the achievements of the seniors." ”

"I really don't know. ”

Jiang Suhe pursed his lips that were a little dry: "What do you think is the most important thing about being a prosecutor?"

"Impartiality. ”

"Rigorous. ”

"A sense of justice. ”

Wu Xiuzhong thought for a while and said a few abstract definitions one after another.

Jiang Suhe waved his hand: "I know why you have the ability but you haven't been promoted." ”

"You're just like me back then. I just thought that the prosecutor only needed to handle the case. ”

"Isn't that so?" Wu Xiuzhong's tone trembled a little.

"You've already understood it in your heart. Jiang Suhe raised his head and looked at Wu Xiuzhong.

"I just don't want to admit it. ”

"It stands to reason that prosecutors who have been in the industry for a few years have already been like fish in water. ”

"As for you. Jiang Suhe looked up and down, "There are only a few friends in the same period." ”

Wu Xiuzhong shook his head: "Not a single one." ”

Jiang Suhe became interested: "Then you are worse than me at that time." ”

"I had a subordinate ...... at the time"

Jiang Suhe suddenly thought of the little girl who had been following his buttocks, and his face froze: "Don't mention it." ”

The scene fell silent.

Wu Xiuzhong said stubbornly: "I still want to have a sense of justice, and someone must insist on something." ”

The corners of Jiang Suhe's mouth trembled slightly, as if he was enduring something.

But......

"The sense of justice is a fart!"

"Do you think that handling cases only depends on a sense of justice?"

"Do you think the case is just about finding the murderer?"

"It's not useful. ”

"The murderer is a powerful person, of course you don't dare to catch it, you can't catch it. ”

"The sense of justice has a fart, money is the boss!"

Jiang Suhe's sudden outburst caught Wu Xiuzhong a little off guard.

Seeing Wu Xiuzhong's dazed performance, Jiang Suhe slowed down his tone again:

"Put away your poor sense of justice. ”

"Don't be used as a gun anymore. ”

"Otherwise......"

Jiang Suhe stood up, "There will only be regrets left." ”

Turn and leave.

Wu Xiuzhong sat in his seat, rubbing his hair vigorously with both hands.

He didn't want to believe Jiang Suhe's words today, but there always seemed to be a voice in his head telling him that what Jiang Suhe said was correct.

Wu Xiuzhong didn't know how long he could hold on, just like Jiang Suhe said, his poor sense of justice was useless.

You can't even give yourself a little spiritual comfort.

He has been in the industry for a long time, of course, he knows that there is dirt in the industry, and it is not the first time that Xin Zimo has encountered such things, but it is really the first time to deal with it personally.

Wu Xiuzhong knew that sometimes a little forbearance could make him go more smoothly, but his only remaining sense of justice that had not been erased was still shining slightly.

Myself......

Is it really wrong?

……………………………………………………

Jiang Suhe returned home and looked at the information about Xin Zimo's incident, and his heart was not very calm.

There was a kind of disgust and ...... Regret.

Kang So-hyuk quickly sobered up.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

"Pei Suxian is still waiting for me to avenge her. ”

"I did the right thing. ”

"I did the right thing. ”

Jiang Suhe himself kept muttering.

"I'm not wrong. ”

Raising his head, he seemed to see Bae So-hyun's dependence and adoration for him at that time.

Is this the kind of self she liked me at the time?

Is it?