Su San decided that this person was a bull-tempered guy and a lonely crutch, but this kind of person was most afraid of being pitiful, so she showed a very sad look and said in fear: "I didn't mean it, where did I think that this light was so dim, did it scare you, hey, the judge's courage is so small." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Yang Mengsheng snorted and asked, "What does it mean to be in the attic?" ”

Luo Yin then remembered that he didn't say anything about Fan Qi's theft, so he told this matter again, and Yang Mengsheng shook his head again and again: "You are just guessing, how can you be sure that the thief was Fan Qi at that time?" ”

"If it's Fan Qi, why isn't he sick now?"

Su San asked.

"It's just you who committed the crime by the rickshaw driver, guess who can prove it? There were no witnesses and no witnesses. ”

Yang Mengsheng shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

"You insist that Liu Shusheng is innocent?"

Luo Yin asked.

"Yes, it's an unjust case, and I have to correct it."

"Okay, I'll tell you about the characteristics of willow disease."

Luo Yin nodded: "I'm better than you, I also took a little medical course in college, the spread of these diseases is limited, and there must be sex-contact." Liu Shusheng has been held in solitary confinement since he was arrested because he is a felon, and you have also seen Xu Meijuan's autopsy report, ***** is fresh and broken, so where did this well-behaved boy Liu Shusheng get his willow disease? Justice Young? ”、

Yang Mengsheng sneered: "You are the butt that determines the head!" ”

Luo Yin was shocked: "You can still say such rude words? Haha, Brother Yang, I used to think that you were always a serious person. ”

Yang Mengsheng blurted out such words, and he was also very surprised, so he stood up without saying a word and said, "What you said is just what you know, I still have to meet the peasant family tomorrow." ”

Yang Mengsheng returned to the room with his bag, closed the door, threw the briefcase on the bed, and then fell down.

Just now, he kept a straight face, and he had been suppressing the emotions in his heart, but in fact, his heart was already full of waves.

Rickshaw driver, smelling of fishy salted fish, a rainy night in June twelve years ago...... This series of things came together and made him frightened. Because these dots are all connected and affect his memory.

The temples jumped, and the past came to me like a movie. He pressed his temples hard, his head hurt, there seemed to be a string in the middle of his head, and it hurt to twitch and throb, and Yang Mengsheng scolded bitterly: "Fuck it." "I was stunned after scolding, I actually said foul language!

His memories stretched out like this.

Judge Yang is only 32 years old, and he is already a well-known justice, and everyone evaluates him as being familiar with the provisions of the law, having strong professional ability, and at the same time being fair and honest, and has a high reputation in the legal community.

Such a young talent who returned from overseas is the object of envy and envy of everyone, but no one knows what kind of environment he once lived in.

The dark, damp house was rented, and the smell of stinky salted fish perpetually filled the house. At first, he thought that the house was not clean, his father was a rickshaw puller, he came home every day and was covered in stinky sweat, barefoot in summer, took off his cloth shoes and smelled stinky, and he would not take a bath once in winter, so where could a poor family afford a tiger stove, so he could only boil some hot water and beg his husband to wash it. He hid in the corner and watched his father take off his clothes, the smell of stinky salted fish getting stronger and stronger.

Now that he thinks about it, if it is really as Luo Yin said, that is, his father has long been infected with some kind of flower willow disease, and he has given this disease to his mother, he remembers that once when he came home, the door was plugged in, and he finally knocked on it, and saw his mother tying his pants, and there was a puddle of water on the ground with traces of water and the smell of medicine.

"Mom, are you sick?"

His mother had always been yellow-faced and thin, and was picked up by his tall father as a punching bag. He had been worried that his mother would fall ill, and he had seen his father's big fist smash against her, and he was afraid that he would not dare to rush forward, he was afraid that the punch would break his bones.

Twelve years ago, one day in June, it had been raining.

His father had not returned very late.

Yang Mengsheng is already in college, and the cost of his study is funded by a kind person, who is a university professor, an expert in gold and stone, and loves to sponsor poor students, and has a daughter named Lin Shuning, who is a few years younger than him.

Yang Mengsheng has rarely gone home since he went to college, and he really hates the smell of stinky salted fish at home that can never be washed.

I don't know why this day, after class in the afternoon, he suddenly felt a fluster, and his heart was pounding hard.

He thought about it, borrowed an umbrella from a classmate, and hurried home.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw his mother falling to the ground, Yang Mengsheng was startled, and shouted to his mother, what's wrong with you. He crouched down to help her, but when his hand touched her body, he noticed that something was wrong, this body was cold and stiff, and his hand was not breathing at her nose, his mother had been dead for a long time.

No one knows when she died.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there was faint thunder, and the lightning split the darkness in the room, reflecting on his mother's pale face. After crying for a while, he remembered that he had to find someone to find a way, to find his father, but where was the other person? 、

Yang Mengsheng carried his mother to the bed, knelt on the ground, gently helped her arrange her hair and clothes, and saw that the walls of the poor room were full of stench, and began to whimper and cry again. I don't know how long I cried, when the door opened, his father staggered in, saw Yang Mengsheng kneeling on the ground, and was slightly stunned: "Lao Tzu hasn't been shot yet, what are you howling?" ”

Yang Mengsheng's gaze at him was full of Mu Ran, he didn't answer, he turned his head to look at his mother's face, and said in his heart, this is your husband, he is only coming back now, and he still smells of alcohol! Mom, you should wait a few years, I will be able to support you after graduation, you have suffered for so many years.

"Deaf? Speak to Lao Tzu! ”

His father kicked over, Yang Mengsheng shook it, but still didn't speak.

His father saw the woman lying on the bed and muttered, "Sleeping so early? Sleeping like a dead pig, hehe, it's still the little chick just now, that taste, but it's a pity that it's not fun to play in the rain, haha, if you do it again......"

Yang Mengsheng thought that he was taking the money to find a woman again, closed his eyes, and said in his heart that the last contact between me and him was completely broken, so it's okay, let's go our separate ways from now on, there is no emotion, it's okay to break it completely.

His father mumbled and fell onto the squeaky chair, followed by a snoring sound.

He was sprinkled with the smell of stinky salted fish and the strong smell of wine, Yang Mengsheng endured to strangle his heart, gently hugged his dead mother, and listened to the sound of rain outside, and his heart gradually cooled.

After handling his mother's funeral, Yang Mengsheng read in the newspaper that there was another young woman who also lost her life that night.

Xu Meijuan's death is just an insignificant ripple in his life, but the deep scar in his heart was carved by his father, and it will still be bloody, which is his nightmare for twelve years.

He didn't expect that because of Liu Shusheng's case, this page would be lifted again.

Is that him? He's a rickshaw driver, he has a foul smell, and he said that kind of thing that night, is it really him? The more he thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he held his head in his hands, whimpering in pain, and his body was bent like a prawn. (To be continued.) )