July 5, 2:00 a.m

Fuxing Road Night Market.

The aroma of food mixed with the loud noise of diners, like all night markets, reaches another peak at 1 a.m.

Su Xi walked on the road with a light car, she turned a blind eye to the shop that was shouting and soliciting customers, lowered her head and twisted around, and after a few turns, she walked directly to the back door of a small Sichuan hot pot.

The back door was wide open, and a couple of kitchen guys were busy inside.

Su Xi walked through the kitchen, climbed up the cramped staircase, pushed open the black and shiny door panel covered with oil, and she had already appeared in the hallway of a small hotel.

The hallway was dimly lit, and a woman with a ponytail fell asleep on a table at the reception desk at the far staircase.

Su Xi took out the key and opened the door of No. 305.

The moment she closed the door, she leaned against it and exhaled heavily.

The room is a standard room with two beds.

Su Xi went to the bathroom to wash her face briefly, she couldn't wait to throw down her backpack and take out her mobile phone from her schoolbag.

After opening the phone and pressing it a few times, a black shadow appeared on the screen, and then gradually became clearer.

It was a small dark room, and under the infrared surveillance camera, the picture that could be seen was very limited, only a bed could be seen, and under the bed there were two boxes of mineral water and two boxes of books.

There was some movement on the bed.

A man was lying on the bed, turning over, the quilt had slipped off, revealing his back, and the man was wearing a sleeveless loose vest.

The man slept soundly.

Su Xi looked at it for a while before exiting the program and throwing the phone aside.

Looks like everything is working fine.

Of course, from the moment she embarked on this road of no return, the definition of normal was different from others.

Su Xi took out a bottle of water and a loaf of bread from his backpack - both had just been bought at the convenience store downstairs.

She ate in a hurry as she pulled out something else in her backpack—something more important than her life.

One is most of the physical evidence in Wei Donghe's case obtained from the Public Security Bureau.

There is also a file bag with the Municipal Prosecutor's Office marked on it.

This is her plan of action this time: to obtain the original case materials of the Public Security Bureau and the complete information of the procuratorate before the second trial. The purpose of obtaining these original materials is, of course, to find the truth, and by the way, she hopes, because of the loss of these original materials, the date of the second trial will be postponed.

Now, the most important thing is time.

She looked at the two thick file bags in front of her and breathed a long sigh of relief, now, she had completed the task ahead of schedule.

Su Xi quickly checked the documents of the Public Security Bureau and finally found it.

It was a piece of information she hadn't seen before.

The above is all the member information of the Meiyat Fitness Center Wenhui Road store last year.

A total of one hundred and eighty-eight people.

The police did not give this information to the prosecution and did not appear in court in the first instance. It is not surprising that no country has a sufficient police presence to investigate every person who has ever been in or out of the scene of a crime.

The whole point of this information is to let Su Xi see it.

On the seventh line of the fourth page.

Wang Zhixia, male, 34 years old, ×××××××× 1708, Building 1, Fu'an Community, No. 34 Tonghui Road, 135.

Su Xi only knew one Wang Zhixia, Wang Zhixia, a 33-year-old prosecutor who lived in the Fu'an community.

Wei Dong and Wang Zhixia, the prosecutor of the second instance of the case.