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"With a clear conscience, when Shanghai fell, the people of the whole country were working hard to resist Japan and save the country, Zeng Writer, where were you at that time."

Zeng writer was stunned for a moment: "I'm in Shanghai." ”

"You are in Shanghai, and you are in and out of pairs with traitors all day long, this is obvious to all, what else do you have to say?"

Yang Mengsheng's eyes were sharp.

He hated Zeng, even to the point of hostility. Because he came from a humble background, he relied on his unremitting efforts to reach today's position, but Zeng Writer, she was born in a wealthy family, and there was a famous saying in her twenties that it is necessary to be famous as soon as possible! This is a great irony for Yang Mengsheng, who is working hard in poverty and hardship.

It's really exciting to pull down a woman who used to be high in the clouds, fall on the muddy floor, and stomp on it hard.

Yang Mengsheng's eyes flashed with excitement.

Zeng Yuqing asked, "So, when Shanghai fell, where were you, Judge Yang?" ”

"I'm in Chongqing."

Yang Mengsheng replied triumphantly.

"Oh, you followed the government all the way back?"

"That's nature. I'm not like you who are stubborn, you can still live on an isolated island, fly camp dogs, and be willing to be a slave to the country. ”

Yang Mengsheng looked at Zeng Writer with a contemptuous expression.

Zeng writer laughed.

"You really think you're incomparably great, patriotic and backbone, right?"

Yang Mengsheng didn't answer, he felt that he didn't need to answer this traitor's question at all, it was simply a loss of identity.

"If you are really patriotic, how can you bear to give up your hometown and retreat, you should be like those soldiers of the 19th Route Army, shedding the last drop of blood for the War of Resistance. But you left by yourself, abandoned the whole Shanghai folks on an isolated island, and then came back and righteously accused a woman who had to make a false relationship with a puppet government official in order to live as a traitor! Is this your blood and backbone? Zeng sneered.

Yang Mengsheng was annoyed and embarrassed by what she said: "Okay, you feudal remnant, follow the traitors and join the gang, and you still die without repentance, Zeng Yuqing, you don't want to toast and eat and drink." ”

"You don't have any toasts here, some are only afraid of poison, and I'm afraid of ruined stomach."

Zeng Writer saw Judge Yang's face darkened, and knew that he was talking about his sore spots, so he continued: "Actually, it doesn't matter to Chen Gongbo that you arrest me, he has already been executed, what else can I be involved in." Actually, it's because of my drama, right? You are afraid that the real reason for Xie Amei's murder will be known by everyone, in your heart, it is heinous for a woman to kill her husband, Xie Amei deserves to be beaten to death by Jiang Xueli, and she should not resist, this is the social order ethics and morality you want to build. is really full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, but in fact, they are all cannibalism and cannibalism! ”

"Shut up!" Yang Mengsheng slammed the table.

Zeng Yuqing laughed: "What, what do you think?" Judge Young? ”

Yang Mengsheng said angrily: "Don't be arrogant, as long as you have done it, I will have a way to beat you into a traitor." ”

"Yes, if it doesn't violate your spirit of the rule of law, if it doesn't violate your own conscience, you will do it." The writer did not give in at all.

"The spirit of the rule of law? The spirit of the rule of law is to maintain independence, and public opinion cannot be guided by some kind of shabby drama made up by you people. Zeng Yuqing, you traitorous mother-in-law, you have been lurking for so long just to disrupt the New Life Movement and disrupt social order. Yang Mengsheng was annoyed and angry, and ordered someone to escort Zeng Yuqing down.

"Throw her to the detention center and lock up with those prostitutes, beggars, and women-thieves, I see how long she can be arrogant."

Zeng Yuqing sneered: "Those people are more sincere and noble than a sanctimonious hypocrite like you, your so-called social order is the order maintained by you high-ranking men, you can take concubines and sleep in the willows, women have to endure humiliation, swallow their anger, once there is resistance, they will strangle with all their might, social order, the spirit of the rule of law?" Do you deserve it too? The so-called order you want to maintain, just like Mr. Lu Xun said in the article, is just the word cannibalism. Yang Meng's angry face was distorted, and he shouted: "Hold it down, let her taste the taste of being locked up with a prostitute!" ”

Mrs. Fan looked at the safflower medicinal wine in Su San's hand, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Hey, this is strange, Miss Su just came to the door, why did she still give people medicinal wine." ”

"Mrs. Fan, you know this medicinal wine, right?"

Mrs. Fan's head shook like a rattle: "I don't know, I don't know, how can I know this thing." ”

"What's wrong with this thing? Many people have safflower medicine wine, Mrs. Fan, why do you look like you are seeing something terrible? ”

Su San stared at Mrs. Fan's expression tightly, and seeing her nervous expression, he was even more sure that this medicinal wine must be from the Fan family.

"Me? Where? Mrs. Fan reached out and touched her face, "Hehe, I am worried and scared every day when there are dead people downstairs." ”

Luo Yin asked: "If you haven't done anything wrong, you're not afraid of ghosts calling the door, what are you afraid of?" ”

Mrs. Fan screamed: "Oh, Mr. Officer, how do you talk, of course I will be afraid of the death of people in my house, thinking that everyone sees dead people every day like you?" ”

"Mrs. Fan, take a good look, this bottle was found under the deceased's bed, I asked the surrounding pharmacies, your Mr. Fan bought such a bottle of safflower medicine wine a few days before the accident."

When Mrs. Fan heard the mention of her husband, her two thin eyebrows twisted together.

Just when Mr. Fan came back from work, Mrs. Fan asked a little unhappily, "Why did you come back so early today?" ”

This Mr. Fan looked like he was in his 40s, wearing gold-wire glasses, like a Sven person, and when he approached Su San, he smelled the faint smell of safflower medicine wine, and saw that his walking posture was a little strange and asked, "Is Mr. Fan's waist better?" ”

Mr. Fan asked in surprise, "Hey, miss, are you a doctor?" How do I know if I have a back injury? ”

Luo Yin said coldly: "Looking at your walking posture, you don't dare to exert force on your waist, ah, you bought this safflower medicine wine?" ”

Mr. Fan glanced at the bottle in his hand and said, "My family's?" I bought it and I use this all the time. ”

"This bottle was not found at your house, it was under the bed of the deceased Jiang Xueli."

Mr. Fan was shocked: "Under the bed? How can it be? ”

Su San heard this and it was very meaningful: what he said was how could it be.

"What's the fuss about finding a bottle of safflower medicine wine under the deceased's bed, maybe it's Xie Amei?"

Mr. Fan nodded again and again: "Yes, yes." ”

"Mr. Fan, where were you at the time of the crime?"

"Am I sleeping at home?"

"No, you weren't at home, you went out at the time, where did you go?"

Luo Yin saw Su San pressing step by step, and nodded with satisfaction.

Mr. Fan thought for a while: "I don't remember what happened for so long, maybe I went to the toilet, right?" ”

"It's to go to Xie Amei with safflower medicinal wine, but you may really come out of the toilet and miss it with Xie Amei, and when you go in, Jiang Xueli fell in a pool of blood, and when he saw you come in and fight with you, the medicinal wine rolled under the bed, you were angry, picked up the knife next to you and slashed a few times." Su Sanling has sharp teeth.

"No, it's not, it's not good to slander people with red mouth and white teeth." Mr. Fan waved his hand again and again.

Luo Yin frightened him: "Do you know that fingerprints can be extracted now?" This bottle has your fingerprints on it, what else do you have to say? ”

Hearing his fingerprints, Mr. Fan smiled: "You guys are framing, I know what kind of drama you are doing to save Xie Amei, but you can't just frame others in order to save her?" ”

"How is it a false accusation? This is science, there are your fingerprints on the bottle of medicine and wine, you are the last murderer, seven or eight knives are actually the number of you cut, some of them are cut to the original scars, and there are overlapping injuries. ”

Su San heard Luo Yin say this, and said loudly: "This is the bottle of medicine and wine you threw down, you are the murderer of Jiang Xueli!" ”

Luo Yin had already taken out the handcuffs.

Mr. Fan was anxious when he saw it, and waved his hand again and again: "No, no, that bottle has been broken, you are framed!" ”