From Body to Love - Chapter 107

The door that has been closed for a long time, the most frequent one is the doctor. Many sketches of teenagers have been accumulated on the table. The teenagers look different, either laughing, quiet, or wronged

One by one, outline a miss.

The door was suddenly opened. Hearing the sound of opening the door, Ye Yan didn’t look back, but quickly covered the painting with a book. He didn’t want Meng Yu or the doctor to see it. He had to pretend to be a straight man.

The visitor is not Meng Yu or a doctor, but Ye Ting.

She said, “brother, something happened to mom.”

“What happened?” Ye Yan didn’t understand his meaning.

“Xiao Yi is dead. His mother is falsely accused of killing Xiao Yi. He will be tried in court tomorrow.”

A short sentence, such as a sharp sword through the heart, instantly dark, instantly surging over the surging tide, instantly residual wind falling all the leaves, instantly pouring rain, all he can do is slow consciousness and slowly sinking into the darkness.

“Tingting, what are you talking about?” He forced a smile.

Laughing is more ugly than crying.

“Mom’s in jail. Brother, mom is in prison. Now you have to go to Meng Fu to prove that it’s just a false accusation. It has nothing to do with mom. ” Ye Ting pulled Ye Yan’s sleeve.

The sound of chain dragging the floor was harsh.

Ye Ting takes out the unlock key and squats down to unlock it.

Ye Yan murmured and was dragged into the dark. “Tingting, do you say Xiaoyi… Is dead?”

“Yes.”

The iron chain that bound the ankle was broken.

Ye Ting hurriedly dragged Ye Yan out, and Ye Yan threw away, “no, how could Xiaoyi die? How could Xiao Yi die! ” He ran out barefoot.

Ye Ting followed.

As soon as he looked back, he severely questioned Ye Ting, “you lied to me. Where is Xiaoyi? Where is he! ”

“Brother, he’s dead. Now the most important thing is that my mother has been wronged. Only you have a good relationship with Meng Fu. Go and beg him.”

Slowly, quickly.

Fall into darkness.

Ye Yan’s hand pounded heavily on the wall, “no, Xiaoyi is not dead.” Tears streamed.

……

All the prisoners have been arrested and the evidence is fully prepared. The public security has transferred the case to the prosecutor / court. Meng Fu is waiting and waiting.

Finally, on the day of trial, Meng Fu got up early and rushed to the court early. He sat in the seat outside Criminal Court No. 1.

He desperately wanted to smoke to suppress something.

But smoking is not allowed in places like courts.

He was uneasy, which turned into empty eyes.

The court session officially opened at nine o’clock. He sat down. Ye Ting and ye Fu sat in the seat not far from him. Soon, the three prisoners were taken in turns for interrogation, and then Meng Yu was brought up by the bailiff with handcuffs.

He felt the bitter eyes of Ye Ting and ye Fu.

But he should be a more resentful person.

The judge stated the case without emotion / color, saying that on which day Meng Yi was taken away, that he was raped by three men, and that he was finally killed.

Meng Yu’s lawyer argued hard.

But in front of the facts, those debates are so weak.

Meng Fu always had a cold face. He was waiting for the trial and the final result.

A hand quietly clenched his hand.

After more than two hours of court investigation and defense, the judge adjourned the court for five minutes, and then waited until the verdict was pronounced.

Five minutes is so long and painful.

Meng Yu looked back at him and said, “Meng Fu, Xiao Yi should die. He should die!”

“No,” he stood up abruptly, “no!”

Guze pulled him down and whispered, “Meng Fu, the results will come out soon.”

Yes, he wants to wait for the result. He wants to wait for these people to go to hell.

He put his hand in his pocket.

The judge came out and struck the mallet, “… According to the provisions of articles 232 and 237 of the criminal law of the people’s Republic of China, it was decided to sentence the defendant XX, XX and XX to life imprisonment, and the principal criminal Meng Yu was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve… Did the defendant hear clearly?”

“No, I was wronged. I want to appeal.” Meng Yu roared, “they deliberately framed me. They are all Guze and instructed by Guze.” She turned her head and pointed to Guze, with crazy struggle in her eyes.

Several bailiffs took Meng Yu out.

Meng Fu suddenly stood up, made up his mind and went to Meng Yu. He said to the two bailiffs, “I want to talk to my aunt.”

The bailiff stepped back two steps.

Meng Yu no longer begged Meng Fu as before. He probably knew that Meng Fu identified her as the murderer and would never help her. He sneered, “what do you want to say to me?”

“Aunt, it’s just a reprieve.”

The death penalty is suspended for two years, which means that if you perform well within two years, your sentence will be commuted to life imprisonment. Imprisonment means that the number of years may be shortened, shortened again, or 25 years.

In this respect, the law is particularly human, willing to give people repentance, willing to believe that human nature is good, and some people can be good enough to slander their sins.

“Death reprieve, Meng Fu, Meng Yi, damn it, damn it!” Meng Yu said mercilessly, gnashing his teeth and making a noise in his handcuffs, “like you, he is a bitch who likes to hook up with men. It’s bad to seduce anyone. He seduced my son! He deserved to be raped to death! ”

Those disguises were completely released.

In the past, behind the kindness was a ferocious face stained with poison. She shouted “damn”!

Meng Fuqi’s whole body trembled and his face was pale. It seemed that a thick layer of frost fell suddenly.

The hand in the pocket, clenched.

He approached Meng Yu and said, “Meng Yu, you are not my aunt and Xiaoyi’s aunt anymore. You don’t deserve it.” With that, he quickly took out a fruit knife from his pocket, and the tip of the knife was ruthlessly inserted into Meng Yu’s heart.

It was almost instantaneous.

Without hesitation and determination, it fell out of a move everyone expected.

He thought of a fatal blow. People like Meng Yu shouldn’t live. It’s not enough to stay in hell all his life. Only death can redeem a little for her.

Meng Yu herself is determined not to atone. She even feels that she has no sin, because Xiao Yi “deserves it”. In this case, he can only do it.

Xiao Yi is dead. He has nothing to fear.

Guze once said again and again that he was a murderer. Now, it should come true.

Meng Yu’s blood stuck to the back of his hand. He was sad and even smiled with some pride. He gradually retreated to Guze’s chest and looked back at Guze’s incredible eyes.

He mumbled, “Guze, help me take good care of my flowers.”

The world began to become blurred and distant. Meng Yu’s blood dripping from the back of his hand seemed to divide time and space.

Those people are getting farther and farther away from him.

He heard vaguely in his ear that Ye Ting and ye Fu rushed around Meng Yu and shouted excitedly. The bailiff called 120 in a panic. All this had a sad beauty.

“Meng Fu, why, why did you do this? You’ve already planned it? ”

“When the killer is found, I’ll kill her myself, as I said.” He answered softly.

Gu Ze’s heart suddenly sank badly. In the screening of things frame by frame in his mind over the past few days, this person took the initiative to ask for doing / love. This person said that it was too late. This person kept wiping the fruit knife. This person asked him to take good care of the potted flowers, which was a careful premeditation.

Meng Fu, he walked on the edge of the cliff and rushed to death.

He glanced at Meng Fu, smiled miserably on his face and choked in his voice, “Meng Fu, why are you so cruel to me?”

While talking, a pair of handcuffs had been put on Meng Fu’s wrist.

Touch the scar on your wrist.

He looked up slightly, shed tears and said with a sarcastic smile, “Meng Yu is dead. What kind of punishment should be given for intentional homicide? Is the death sentence suspended? ”

The policeman didn’t answer and pushed him outside the court.

There, a police car is waiting.

When a person kills in court, he is mostly in a state of death.

Gu Ze followed him, “Meng Fu, don’t go. When the case is over, we have to go back to the town. I want to open a restaurant not far from the library. After work, we will walk home slowly together. In the evening, I’ll cook and make your favorite pine nuts…”

Before he finished, there was an alarm bell in his ear.

Before getting on the bus, Meng Fu looked back and smiled. The smile was like the last goodbye. “Mr. Gu, don’t cry for people like me. It’s not worth… These can’t be.”

You can’t say that anymore.

He got into the car and Guze stood in place cold all over.

The cold wind blew and the sharp knife scraped on his face. The police car went farther and farther. Gu Ze covered his chest, squatted down / body and vomited violently

“Mr. Gu, no lawyer is willing to take the case. Meng Fu is in court this time. The witness is the bailiff. The evidence is conclusive. There is no way.”

Apartment, bedroom, Guze leaned against the sofa and sat down on the ground. His fingers trembled, sent the cigarette into his mouth and took a sip. There was no way, no way

How can there be no way

“No, he can’t go to jail. He can’t be sentenced to death.” He suddenly grasped Secretary Wang’s collar, as if he had the last hope, “he didn’t want to live long ago, and the death sentence was his intention. He hasn’t liked me yet. He can’t die. ”

“Gu Zong…” Secretary Wang sighed helplessly.

Guze let go of him and smoked hard, “go to a lawyer, no matter how much it costs, go to the best lawyer.”

“Yes.”

I can’t bear to tell him, Mr. Gu, that all the lawyers have been found and there is no hope. Meng Fu’s best result is to be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment, but if Meng Fu goes to prison again, he will only die.

Secretary Wang left. For a long, long time, Guze stood in the police station. “Is he still unwilling to see me?”

“Yes.”

“How’s he doing in there? It’s cold. Is the quilt thick? Did he eat the food I sent? ”

The policeman frowned and looked at Gu Ze. He was impatient. “He pleaded guilty and said he wanted to be sentenced earlier. I think he just didn’t want to live. He didn’t move the things you sent. Don’t bother. ”

Guze squeezed out a smile, took out a check and stuffed it into the policeman’s hand. He asked, “at least, don’t let him have a chance to commit suicide in prison.”