Chapter Eighty-Six: Fools

Lin Chuan endured this feeling of dizziness and wanted to look at his fate carefully, but the harder he looked, the more dizzy his head became, as if there was a feeling that the world was spinning, and he couldn't fix his eyes at all.

In the end, he had to give up, maybe it was all arranged by fate. Or maybe not, it's just the result of your own choice. But what's the difference, no matter what, I can't go back.

"Tiny... Little thief, do you plead guilty or not? The stammering man looked at Lin Chuan lying on top of the lobby and angrily picked up the shocking wood and slapped it on the case, picked up the token on the table and was about to throw it on the ground.

"Wait, I'll write a letter with pen and paper." Lin Chuan sat up, his expression was not a trace of fear, but very indifferent, he gently pressed his fingers on his head, and made such a request.

"Presumptuous! How dare a sinner make a request here if he doesn't bow down to his lord? The eye-catcher who had been glancing earlier was standing beside the stammering at the moment, and he was not standing facing Lin Chuan, but was leaning sideways, because in this way his eyes could see Lin Chuan, plus that pair of cross-eyed, it was very funny. Even the officials in the hall endured the secret sneering.

"As long as I see the letter being sent, I will confess my guilt, not only that, but your county government has failed to catch the criminal's cases in the past ten years, and I have confessed to it." Lin Chuan raised his head and said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, not only the stammering in the hall was stunned, but the officials also looked at him with wide eyes like fools.

Ten years of cases, I'm afraid a hundred heads are not enough to cut off.

"Crazy? This must be a madman. The officials next to him whispered.

The stammering county order couldn't say a word with his mouth open, and his jaw was about to fall on the case.

The glance snapped his eyes together, tilting his head and thinking that the young man in front of him must have something wrong with his brain.

"Ten years? Are you serious? ”

The stammering county commander actually stopped stuttering at the moment, and asked a whole sentence.

"You can go and get the case record now, and then give me pen and ink, I have written the letter, and I will draw the case of insomnia when I see you send it to the post station." Lin Chuan said without sadness or joy, as if he didn't know that once this case was signed, all that was waiting for him was death, or he didn't care that he would die, but if a person was not even afraid of death, then how terrible was this person?

Either he is fearless, or this person is really a fool.

Maybe Lin Chuan is really stupid now, maybe he is trapped by love and is so troubled by love.

But what letter will he write? What faith is so important that it deserves to be exchanged for life?

In the hearts of everyone in the county government, there is such a question.

But now no one cares so much, all they think is that the opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune has arrived.

"Pen-pen...... The stammering ...... began to stutter again.

"Pen and ink waiting!" Glancing at the stuttering appearance, he opened his mouth and hurriedly said, at this moment, he was as anxious as the stammering county order.

"Right...... To ......" stammered and hurriedly said yes.

There is a thought in Lin Chuan's heart, there will always be better people waiting for you in this world, but not everyone can let you like it from the bottom of your heart. The so-called fate, just a few times, missed the opportunity and never started again.