Wu Song and Uncle returned home, Wu Song's mother couldn't wait to come up to ask about the result of the trial, looking at the comparison between her mother's expectant eyes and today's trial result, Wu Song and Uncle looked at each other, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Seeing the expressions of Wu Song and the uncle, Wu Song's mother suddenly understood in her heart that the real murderer was not sentenced to death and did not receive the corresponding punishment. The mother turned around and walked upstairs silently, and the smile on her face that had been happy just now disappeared at this moment.

Seeing the sad look on his mother's face, Wu Song couldn't bear it, but he couldn't lie to his mother, after all, Ou Quangui was the former mayor of Jiangzhou City, and he would definitely see the report if he was sentenced, and his mother would still know the result after all. The murderer did not get the punishment he deserved, and it was unacceptable for any victim's family to change it, how could his mother recover so quickly when he learned the result, Wu Song was thinking about how to comfort his mother, and when he looked up, he saw that the uncle was winking at him, and motioned for Wu Song to go up and accompany his mother.

Wu Song nodded and followed his mother's steps upstairs. I saw my mother walk into the bedroom, sit on the chair next to the bed, pick up the family photo on the bedside table and stare silently, Wu Song came over and sat opposite my mother and quietly watched my mother without speaking.

In this way, the two sat quietly for half an hour, Wu Song's eyes suddenly lit up, he reached out to hold his mother's hand and said softly: "Mom, do you know why the murderer of my father and eldest brother was not sentenced to death today?"

The mother raised her head and looked at Wu Song with tears in her eyes, still expecting her eyes, hoping that Wu Song could say a convincing reason, and that the murderer could get the punishment he deserved.

"Today, a friend in the court told me that the murderer couldn't live long after being diagnosed with terminal cancer, and his family donated a lot of money to ask the judge to let him live a few more days, so he was sentenced to a suspended death, which is actually similar to the death penalty, but just a few more days to live!" Wu Song said the method he came up with after pondering for half an hour, although Wu Song felt that he didn't even believe in himself, it was more effective than other comforts; this was also self-deception, covering his ears and stealing the bell, but it could only be exchanged for the balance in his mother's heart , so that the mother's psychology is temporarily balanced, so that she will not be overly angry.

"Really?" the mother said in a childlike tone, looking at Wu Song with half suspicion.

"Well, it's true, and that friend said that maybe he won't live for three days, I don't believe that if you pay attention to the newspaper in a few days, there will definitely be a report, and this can be regarded as God's punishment for him!" Wu Song comforted, the punishment of God in his words inadvertently diverted his mother's thinking, making her think that the murderer would not escape death after all, and it was the most deserved.

"Xiao Wu, don't lie to me, I've been reading newspapers and other news every day these days!" Although his mother believed Wu Song's words, she still said with some skepticism.

"You'll see the news in the newspaper these days! Let's go down to dinner! Uncle and aunt are still waiting for us!"

"Hmm!"

Wu Song picked up his mother and walked downstairs, and when his uncle and aunt saw the relaxed expression on Wu Song's mother's face, they all looked at Wu Song with wide eyes, only to see Wu Song smile: "Dinner! Uncle, aunt!"

After the meal, Wu Song returned to his villa, only Yang Xiao and Bai Yuemei were sitting on the sofa and chatting and eating snacks on the TV, and the three men went out to be chic.

Wu Song walked over and sat beside the two of them, looking at the TV and thinking about something.

"What's wrong with Brother Song?" Yang Xiao looked at Wu Song and couldn't bear to ask.

Wu Song nodded thoughtfully, raised his head and leaned on the sofa, and said to the two: "Yuemei, tomorrow you go to the No. 2 Provincial Prison to get a set from the prison guard's mouth, and the father and son of the former mayor who were sentenced today are in that cell, and I will personally sentence him!"