Qian Di took off his black robe and threw it to Xiao Tang, the assistant who was holding the file beside him, and then took off his glasses and handed them to the clerk Xiao Cai, and said, "If you take off your disguise, they won't know me." ”

The two young girls behind her laughed in unison. The three judges of the collegial panel, the remaining two were caught by reporters after the verdict was announced, and only Qian Di took advantage of his familiarity with the terrain, and Jin Cicada escaped from the encirclement.

"You're the presiding judge, where are you like a thief?" Xiao Tang was a little puzzled, and he also felt ashamed that his "boss" was so auraless.

Chandy smiled and was about to speak, when a cold wind hit her from behind and poured directly into her neck.

Chandy turned his face and looked out of the window of the hallway a few meters away.

It was still a sunny and clear day just now, but it was already dark and gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain.

She frowned.

As soon as the verdict was announced, the sky changed dramatically, what kind of omen was this?

Suddenly, there was a soft "Judge Qian" behind him.

Chandy turned around and saw a young and somewhat somber face in front of him.

A girl in her twenties, wearing old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, a white shirt and black trousers, and a dark gray coat on the outside. The clothes were lifeless, and so was the face.

Her hair is neatly coiled behind her head, her forehead is smooth and fair, and the word "Chuan" looming between her eyebrows makes people frown with her.

Chandy looked at the visitor quietly: "Are you a reporter?" ”

She paused, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly: "I'm sorry, I don't accept interviews." If you need news, please contact our Mission Office and Press Center and they will provide you with a reviewed press release. ”

The young girl in front of her was slightly stunned, did not answer, and just stood in silence.

The elevator has arrived, and the door opens with a clang.

Qian Di turned his head and stepped into the elevator, and the thin voice behind him sounded again: "Judge Qian, can I ask you a question?" Just one. ”

After all, he still couldn't ignore the puzzled gaze in her eyes, and Chandy first said to the assistant and clerk, "You go back first", then turned around and stepped out of the compartment door, with a polite and professional smile on his face, and said, "Ask." ”

Ten minutes later, Chandy returned to his office on the sixth floor of the First Criminal Court.

Assistant Tang Xinxin surrounded him with a gossipy face: "Who was it just now?" What did you ask? ”

Chandy took a sip of the water cup and let out a long sigh of relief: "It's a reporter who has found a different way, and he asked me such a profound question, and I almost couldn't answer it." ”

Tang Xinxin's eyes widened: "Won't it?" Qian Dazui, who is recognized as the most poisonous tongue in this court, can also be asked? ”

Qian Di poured saliva again and said: "She asked me, putting aside public opinion, public opinion, and rigid procedures, is the defendant in this case guilty?" ”

Tang Xinxin frowned: "Oh, this question is a trap, how can you make it clear in a few words?" ”

He looked at Chandy curiously: "How did you answer?" ”

Qian Di cleared his throat and made righteous remarks: "I told her that it has been 11 years since I entered the criminal court at the age of 25, and as of today, a total of 61 cases have been submitted to the Supreme People's Court for approval of execution, and a total of 76 people have been executed. I can have a clear conscience that all the cases in which I have been sentenced to death have met the standard of irrefutable evidence. Take a sentence from Hong Qigong to pretend to be a god and a ghost, those are all people who should be killed. ”

Tang Xinxin laughed until his stomach hurt: "What sixty-one with a total of seventy-six people was executed, right?" I don't believe you've ever calculated it."

Qian Di glanced at her: "What are you talking nonsense about?" ”

Sending Tang Xinxin away, Qian Di suddenly remembered the girl's slender back just now.

The conversation just now was far more simple than what she said, and it also made her feel a little heavy. It's just that there's no need to tell anyone else.

She sighed lightly, judges can decide life and death, but they can't save people from fire and water.

Especially her position, she often sees the most desperate part of this world, killing, destroying doors, white-haired people sending black-haired people, and the helplessness and struggle at the bottom of society.

Fortunately, she is also psychologically strong, otherwise, she will go crazy sooner or later.

Qian Di shook his head helplessly, lamenting the impermanence of the world, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Xingliang, a full-time member of the adjudication committee, coming from the elevator entrance, carrying a briefcase and walking hurriedly.

His face was a little gloomy, and as he walked, he snapped open the button on his neckline, frowned and tugged at the tie around his neck, and the whole person was capitalized and bold with the word irritability.

Qian Di grabbed him with some surprise: "Li Zhuan, your face is pestered by a big family, is someone reporting you?" ”

Li Xingliang looked at Qian Di, pulled Qian Di into the office, and asked, "What's wrong with your case?" Nothing went wrong, did it? ”

Chandy replied, "Nothing, everything went well." ”

Hearing Qian Di's answer, the depression in Li Xingliang's heart finally dissipated, and he nodded with relief: "That's good, that's good." ”

The case is normal, he has no place to endorse the person on the twelfth floor, he only needs to walk around him these days and don't go to him to beg for suspicion, he should be able to spend it in peace.

Qian Di still looked at Li Xingliang with a frown.

Special Committee Li is also her old leader, and she has been working under him since she entered the court. In more than ten years, President Li has become a full-time member of the judicial committee, and she started as an assistant and became the vice president.

Li Zhuan has always been smiling and grinning for his kindness, and today's appearance of being dressed seriously and his expression is also tight, could it be ...... Because the one on the twelfth floor?

Sure enough, in the next second, Li Xingliang walked to the door and closed the door, and then said in a low voice: "Nanyuan has a bad temper today, if there is nothing wrong with your case, don't report it, most of the time you will have to eat the head." ”

Chandy leaned over with some curiosity: "What the hell is this?" Menopausal syndrome in Southern Hospital has flare up again? ”

Li Xingliang was so frightened by her that he almost fell down: "You don't want to live anymore?" ”

This money has a big mouth, but people are shrewd and capable and dare to take responsibility, but they never forgive people, they dare to fire at anyone, and they don't cause trouble for him.

Li Xingliang glared at her twice, and Qian Di stuck out his tongue to show relent.

He lowered his voice again: "I went up to the South Courtyard just now, and the secretary Xiao Lu stopped me at the entrance of the building. He said that the family from the South Courtyard is here, and we should go later if we have something to do. I listened from afar, as if someone was arguing. ”

Chandy's eyes were full of burning gossip spirits, and his mouth asked like a cannon: "Family? South Courtyard wife? Isn't it the daughter of the former provincial party secretary? Proper lady style, how can you sprinkle such a low-level? ”

Before Li Xingliang could answer, she suddenly realized: "Oh, there must be someone outside the South Courtyard, wow, this is big news!" Is there any insider information to share? ”

Li Xingliang was so angry with her that he fell down, and he couldn't wait to pick up the people's court newspaper on the table and crumple it for her to stuff it, and only spoke up after a while: "It's not my wife, it's my brother in the South Courtyard." It is said that the relationship is very bad, and they don't see each other during the New Year's holidays. I don't know what's going on today, he came to the South Courtyard, and after meeting, the two brothers didn't look very good. ”

Qian Di nodded in understanding: "Oh, then I'll also walk around the road these days!" If the Southern Courtyard wants to scold people, it is not worrying that it will not find a reason. ”

Li Xingliang also had a sad and indignant expression on his face: "Speaking of which, I am still a few years older than the Southern Courtyard, and once I was so cold down my spine by him that I didn't dare to reply to a word, which is really a wretch." ”

Sending the babbling and complaining Li back to the office, Chandy patted his chest, a little happy.

There are also presidents and vice presidents on her head, and the anger of the South Court can't be sent to her here, so she doesn't have to tremble every day to walk on thin ice, which is simply amazing.

On the twelfth floor of the same building, in the dean's office in the southwest corner.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, black clouds rolled, and a damp wind crept into the room through the faint windows, blowing a stack of papers on the desk to the floor.

It was still sunny in the morning, but now it has become a weather of black clouds overpowering the city, and it looks like a rainstorm is coming soon.

Lu Feiyang looked at Dean Nan, who was expressionless behind the desk, and then glanced at the tall and thin figure standing in front of the desk who looked like a seven-point figure in the South Courtyard, only to feel that there was an undersurge between the two of them, and the air seemed to have dropped a few degrees.

He immediately lowered his eyes, did not dare to linger longer, hurriedly picked up a stack of papers that had fallen on the ground and put them on the table, closed the window that was blown by the wind, and turned to cover the door and go out.

Nan Zhiyi looked sideways at Lu Feiyang's departing back, and then looked at the person sitting on the wide chair, with a little sneer on his face: "Dean Nan, didn't you say that you were very busy?" I was busy in a daze in your position in this high place. ”

Nan Zhijun looked at him quietly, and his voice was faint: "There is an important case going to court today, and I must stay in the courtyard in case of accidents." ”

Nan Zhiyi took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that was about to erupt, and said in a deep voice: "Dean Nan, you always have countless reasons to break your word again and again. ”

Hearing the "Dean Nan" that he always called in his mouth, Nan Zhijun only felt a tingling pain in his heart.

He stood up with his eyebrows slightly furrowed: "Xiao Yi, it's my fault this time, I agreed to you without noticing the conflict in time, I'm really sorry." ”

Nan Zhiyi shook his head: "It's not me who you're sorry for, it's the person who has been waiting for you for fifteen years." ”

He paused, and the mockery in his voice was even stronger: "You relied on a woman to ascend to the throne, and now you are also famous, just to see an old man, this little thing, are you afraid that your wife will be unhappy?" ”

Nan Zhijun took off his glasses, rubbed his slightly painful eyebrows, and sighed slightly: "Xiao Yi, I regret what happened back then." However, Jinran has never expressed an opinion on this matter, so don't keep targeting her. ”

Nan Zhiyi hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled: "Of course she won't express her opinion, the winner only needs to look down, even if it is won by such dirty means." ”

Nan Zhijun's face was slightly gloomy, and he knocked on the table with his fingers: "Xiao Yi, even if I am sorry for Lu Dongsheng, Jinran has never been sorry for you." Over the years, you have done something that has chilled her, and where is the position to accuse her? ”

"Chilling?" Nan Zhiyi smiled again: "You teach me, what is a cold heart?" Will the one who was stabbed in the back by his sister be chilling, or will the one who disregard the shame of winning people's love be chilling? Still, she's a good match for you. As the saying goes, the wicked have their own ......"

Nan Zhijun couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted: "Enough! The more you talk about it, the more ugly it becomes, where is there a little bit of a teacher? Have you forgotten what I taught you the way of a gentleman before? ”

Nan Zhiyi didn't speak anymore, stared at the person in front of him, and gradually put away the corners of his mouth with a sneering smile.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and whispered in his mouth: "A gentleman does not blame others for what he can't, he doesn't force people to do what he can't, and he doesn't suffer what people can't do." ”

He paused, raised his eyes to look at the king of the south, and said in a calm tone: "I have never forgotten, and the person I forgot is you." ”