In recent years, the spirit of celebration has been rising desperately everywhere like a full momentum.

Choosing to do a happy event during the holidays is, according to the old saying, this is called joy on joy. In modern times, it's more because people only have plenty of time at this time.

On ordinary days, there are many people who can't catch up and get married, but there is no such problem on holidays. No one can afford to lose the money that should be followed, and the banquet that should be drunk will not fall.

A few people are happy and a few are worried, this is the business of the authorities themselves.

Fireworks erupted in one place after another in the city, and the rules that normally prohibited them were slightly relaxed on such festive days.

Meng Yi stood melancholy on the terrace and looked at the colorful splendor in the sky, feeling very uncomfortable.

On the night of Huangshan Hot Spring, the fireworks lit up the small half of the sky, and Chen Hao was so happy that he was jumping up and down with peace, changing his mature and stable temperament in the past, just like a girl's childlike cuteness.

Alas, now I can only think about it as a memory.

A day passed, and the phone was dead and silent.

During this day, he basically spent the day with his mobile phone. However, there was no sound.

I thought about hiding my body and going to the flower shop, but then I felt that it was really a bit obscene to do so at this time.

She needs time to think calmly, and this is the maturity of a mature person when facing relationship problems.

She didn't have a hot mind to accept it instantly, nor did she block it and refuse categorically. She needed time, and he should give her enough time. Even if every minute and second is torment for him, he has to endure it, which is the least respect.

At the end of dinner, Sang Xia heated the food again, and went upstairs for the Nth time to call Uncle Meng to eat.

Joe sat down by the fireplace with a burp and picked up his beloved tongs to do what he liked best, pulling firewood. God knows how this fetish came about, but he just loved to see the burning firewood, and the occasional crackling sound sounded wonderful to him.

"Midnight, what is the current law for what that man has committed?" Fusu asked, sitting on the tatami tea seat by the fireplace, playing with the tea cup.

"Ah Demon is right, turning himself in will indeed help that guy in his future sentencing. If he asks for a commutation of his sentence, the judge should consider this layer. ”

"But I don't know exactly what that is. In two days, it will be the Chinese New Year's Eve, and I am afraid that it is a little inappropriate at this time, so I will call the lawyer after the New Year and ask. ”

"Well, that's not a hurry. Let's wait until after the New Year's Day. Fusu tapped his finger on the sea of tea, and turned around and went to the second floor as if he had thought of something, and after a while, he went downstairs and handed Midnight a business card.

"You might as well ward her first about this matter, maybe there will be a better way for her to deal with it. Now that she's in a policing position, perhaps she's better at doing this little thing than any of us. ”

Qiao Ziye took the business card and looked at it, smiled approvingly, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

A few cities away, hundreds of kilometers away, is the forensic autopsy room of the special case team.

Yang Qiqi looked at the autopsy table expressionlessly, like rotten meat that had been eaten by a wild beast and couldn't distinguish its limbs, and muttered in disgust, "What does Du Nima eat?" in disgust.

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach fluttered, and Yang Qiqi beckoned, "Eat first, you're almost hungry." After eating, Jin Ke, you can come back and check again. ”

At this time, the mobile phone rang, and after glancing at the unfamiliar number, Yang Qiqi quickly ordered, "Si Wu, you go to Lao Shen to book a table, remember to give me some marinated three flavors, there must be a large intestine." ”

The young man on the side raised his eyebrows instantly, glanced at his watch, scratched his ears and cheeks, and replied, "Boss, there may not be a large intestine at this point." ”

"No, then cut your large intestine and make it fresh. ”

The young man named Si Wu turned his head to look at an unusually tall man beside him, who shrugged his shoulders and ignored him, and followed Yang Qiqi out of the autopsy room of the forensic doctor Jin Ke.

Si Wu thought about asking the boss if there was anything else he wanted to eat, but as a result, Yang Qiqi had already picked up the phone, "Hello, who one?"

"Ahem, that, you, hello. Qiao Ziye knew Yang Seventeen's identity, and he really didn't know what kind of title to call the other party "I, I am the one, my name is Qiao Ziye." Uh, yes, it's a friend of Fusu. ”

The other party was obviously stunned on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then reacted very quickly, "Oh, what's the matter? Have you eaten?"

"........." Qiao Ziye was a little confused, what is this and what does it have to do with it, just ask me if I have eaten, what do you mean?

Puzzled, he replied, "I ate it, I just ate it." ”

"Oh, I haven't eaten yet, what's the matter, tell me quickly. After saying that, I went to eat, hungry batch. ”

Is this so down-to-earth? Aren't all Yin Poor like Brother Meng? No, no, no, people are of high rank, and they are Yin Si Chiefs.

That's even more wrong, shouldn't Chief Yin be more cold and harsh?

What the hell does she matter, it matters. Qiao Ziye said what happened in three or two sentences, and roughly talked about it.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then footsteps were heard, followed by distant conversations.

"What about Gu Tongtong?" Yang Seventeen's voice.

"Over there," a male voice said.

"Gu Tongtong, come here"

"Whoa" is a young-sounding, energetic female voice.

Then the phone seemed to be thrown straight over, "What's your problem?"

Is this a customer service? Qiao Ziye looked at Fusu with a blank face, full of confusion.

Midnight wanted to ask: Where are you in customer service?

Repeating the conversation with Yang XVII just now, the energetic girl Ma Li replied, "Oh, that's the case, this kind of situation can refer to Article 67 of the Criminal Law......"

The girl named Gu Tongtong talked about the legal problems she might encounter on the phone, and finally asked again, "Do you have any other questions?"

Tsk, Qiao Ziye smacked his mouth tastefully, this guy really has a set, there are really all kinds of capable people around him, do you dare to believe this customer service who reverses the law backwards? !

When Qiao Ziye was politely expressing his gratitude, the phone returned to Yang Qiqi's hand, and he interrupted in a choking tone, "I'll hang up if it's okay, I'm on the ground, what do you care about when you're full? In the future, just send a message to tell me about this kind of thing, don't take it upon yourself to arrest people." I've crossed the line. ”

Syllable. Yang Qiqi didn't say a word and hung up the line, Qiao Ziye was stunned by this play.

What's the situation?

Even if it wasn't the people of the Ferry Department who came and went on the phone just now, it was not the people of the Watari Department, but this is so unique, and everyone feels that it is very good just by listening to the voice.

The temperament of your special task force is really a mystery!!

"How?" Fusu didn't look at Midnight at all, with an expression as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Ah, oh, that's right, probably means that surrender can be subtracted from the original sentence depending on the circumstances. Then there is also a section that if Haiti's side accepts compensation and settles with the perpetrator as the family of the deceased, then there will be an article to be done here. ”

"Anyway, there's a lot of holes to exploit here. Moreover, a hit-and-run is not considered a premeditated murder, so it is unlikely that he will be sentenced to death. ”

After hearing this, Fusu lowered his eyelids in silence, crossed his elbows on both knees, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Actually, it is not necessary to put that person to death. Even if he knew in his heart that such wicked people deserved to die.

But does it work? Demons can't be killed.

There is good and there is evil, just like the day and night in this world.

Fusu's greatest ambition is to hope that the world will be peaceful and people will live and work in peace and contentment.

It may sound like an empty phrase, but it's true. Any person with a brain or a person who is not stupid will have such ambitions.

But this is only his hope, he is not God can do everything to eliminate evil, he does not have such a heart of kindness and cruelty.

In the eyes of the gods, both the deserving and the undeserving in the world will eventually die.

What shouldn't be interfered, he doesn't need to interfere if it's not his turn.

When people have nothing to do with the devil, they can only hope for such an ethereal thing as the judgment of hell.

But Fusu was already very sure of one thing at this time, Yang Seventeen was walking in the human world, and there must be a reason for her.

This strange woman is far from being as casual as she seems.

I am afraid that the evil spirits that have fallen into her hands, and the sinful souls who escaped the law in their lifetime, will be 'lucky' to see her for what she really is......