[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The main door of the windowless interrogation room was closed, and the light was projected from above the suspect's head, piercing the dull darkness, and the dust particles floating in the air seemed to be stagnated by the atmosphere, sluggish.

Ding... The suspect moved his wrist, and the shackles made a crisp sound.

Calling her a suspect, the two interrogating police officers who were facing her couldn't bear to think so.

It was a lady in everyday attire, between a girl and a woman, her red-brown hair was tied up gently, and her emerald green eyes were exceptionally clear, pure and kind.

The suspect named Ren Nanase was a nurse at St. Juliana Hospital. The deceased Hirasaka Ryuji was a gynecologist at the same hospital as the suspect. The case was initially determined to be a love homicide.

After listening to the suspect's [-] statement to the end, the police concluded: "So you killed because you couldn't bear your lover's special habit in bed, because of love and hatred?"

"No, no!" Nanase shouted excitedly with tears in her eyes, "I love Dr. Hirasaka, and I still do until now."

"Then what was your motive for killing?"

Nanase was silent for a moment, then opened her lips slightly: "I—"

"boom!"

The door of the room was wide open, and the sunlight lightly penetrated into the door, and the strong light that was shaking Nanase's face shook violently.

The two interrogating police officers were also taken aback. They expected that no one in the police station would dare to act presumptuously.

"Good morning, two police officers. I am Ms. Nanase Ren's defense lawyer, rich reward."

Nanase, who didn't know that she had hired a lawyer, looked at the man in shock, and found that he was also looking at her.

This man was dressed in a black casual suit, with a slender figure and short black hair. Through the lenses of the rimless glasses, he could see that his eyelashes were also pitch black, but the dark blue under his eyes made those dull eyes look even more depressed, and the brows were ridged. Pretty, with a high bridge of nose, and looks good in glasses.

"Sorry, I didn't ask..."

"Ms. Nanase Ren." There was a polite smile on the corner of Fufu's pale lips, "From the moment I appeared, your mouth is mine, please be careful."

"..."

Fu Chou turned to look at the interrogating policeman: "Sorry to bother you."

"Then you are still interrupting? Even if you are a lawyer, what are you doing in the interrogation room!"

"Before the deceased was alive, my client suffered various inhuman abuses from the other party."

"No." Nanase insisted, "I love the doctor."

Fu Zhi ignored it and continued to talk to the police unhindered: "Now she insists that she loves the deceased, which is obviously Stockholm Syndrome, and she should undergo a psychiatric appraisal before deciding whether to accept interrogation, otherwise the transcripts of the two of you will not have legal effect.”

He speaks fast, but his enunciation is clear, the rhythm is appropriate, and his voice is calm, so he has a persuasive force that cannot be refuted.

After reacting, Nanase wanted to explain something, but was frightened by his glance.

What he said was reasonable. The two policemen only followed the procedure for interrogation, and they had nothing to do with the suspect.

"Okay, then let's lock him back and wait for identification."

"But even if you pay a security deposit, it's hard to keep this kind of murderer out."

Fuchao nodded: "Thank you, both of you."

Afterwards, the two interrogating policemen watched the rich come in a hurry, and then they left in a leisurely manner.

"I remember that he is quite famous, and he actually filed this kind of lawsuit. Isn't it usually an aid lawyer or a court appointed to defend a murderer?"

"The salary is not much and they work so hard. It seems that lawyers are not all mercenary."

"Mr. Rich!"

Not far from the police station, Fuchou just came out, and the flashlights were connected together, brighter than the sky. The reporters tried their best to put their microphones in front of Fuchou's face, but stopped half a meter away from his shoes.

The last one who stepped on the rich leather shoes has now filed for bankruptcy with the newspaper.

There is an element of coincidence, Fu Chou happened to accept the lawsuit against that newspaper, but it is better not to offend him as much as possible.

Fuchao made a gesture to silence the scene, and ordered a reporter to speak first.

The reporter who was pointed out went straight to the point: "The prisoner confessed, and there is no room for maneuver in the case. Knowing this, why do you want to defend the murderer, Mr. Fu?"

"The truth is often not what people see, not to mention that the law stipulates that murderers have human rights."

Fuchao faced the camera directly, with a correct official smile and powerful words.

"The Anglo-American legal system of the sea attaches great importance to the protection of human rights, while the civil law system emphasizes the maintenance of order. Human rights have always been our shortcoming. With my modest efforts, I hope to improve."

Asahina Ukyo, who stood far outside the reporter circle, heard Fuzuo's eloquent talk. As the public prosecutor who assisted the police in this nurse murder case, he felt extremely headache.

Since the last lawsuit, You Jing hadn't accepted commercial cases like newspaper publishing companies, but he didn't expect that the criminal case with the sure evidence of the crime would not escape him.

"Brother Youjing."

Chao Cang Fengdou passed by by chance, he was attracted by the huge battle, saw that he was the second brother among his twelve brothers, so he came to say hello.

"You look so heavy, what's wrong?"

"Remember the lawsuit I got into last time?"

"Remember, Brother Zao's absence from the trial as a witness is a means by the opposing defense lawyer."

Speaking of this, Fengdou recognized the person in the center of the crowd, and subconsciously stepped back half a step.

"My mother is actually him...Later, brother Zao was so angry that he went to look for him, but after pushing him, he was brought to court and charged with several crimes, such as intentional injury, sexual harassment, even if he touched him, it was crazy, and the out-of-court settlement was just... Brother Zao has stolen [-] yen."

There is such a wonderful thing in the world, Fengdou will never forget it.

"It's him." Ukyo smiled ironically, "Now he has become a shining figure who speaks out for human rights."

Fengdou was amazed.

Shouts came from the once again chaotic crowd over there.

"What about the police?"

"The police rejected my application for bail pending trial for the client." Fu said solemnly, who never offered the bond or applied for the reward, "I have always believed that any form of pre-trial detention before trial and conviction is contrary to the spirit of natural human rights. "

You Jing guessed out of thin air: "I can guarantee that he didn't pay even half of the security deposit."

"Then what money did he earn from this case?" Feng Dou was puzzled.

Indeed, under normal circumstances, it is thankless and you can't make much money.

You Jing shook his head, stared at the faintly visible person in the crowd, put his finger on his chin and began to think.

The case that the rich paid won't make any money, the probability of the impossible event is zero, and the probability of this event is still below zero.

Suddenly, a reporter over there asked.

"Did you take into account the mood of the deceased?"

The tone was angry and full of questioning, such an emotional tone made the scene dead silent for a while.

The mood of the dead...

Fuchou stood still for a moment, and then his eyes swept over.

"When you chewed the human blood steamed buns, no matter the living or the dead, who's mood did you consider?"

Just when he was at a loss, Fuchao smiled at him.

"The dead are gone, thank you."

Before finishing the interview and leaving the person, Fu Zou came to the bridge where he had an appointment with him.

Leaning against the railing, Fufu looked around to make sure no one was there, took out his phone and waited for something.

In the hot summer, the air is sultry, and it is definitely a wise decision to stay by the humid river.

As the breeze engulfed in water vapor blew, Fu Chou unbuttoned the top button of his neckline, took a long breath and then exhaled.

The phone vibrated, and the caller picked it up without even looking at it.

Calling at this time, the only one who can't hold back can only be that woman.

"I saw your speech on TV, it was wonderful."

The other party's voice of praise could not hide its indifference through the radio waves.

"Principal of Jingu Temple, you are the patron, so just speak up if you have something to say."

"Okay, then I'll just say it straight." Jinguji's tone did not fluctuate, but he was aggressive, "I have already prepared the money you want, and you know how difficult it is to raise that amount, but I just want the police not to investigate. Go to my hospital and gag Nanase Ren, even if she goes to see Hirasaka, I will not hesitate. If you can't do it, it's not just about money...you should know who is above me."

"nature."

Hearing the other party's threats, Fufu leisurely tilted his head and clamped the phone, took out the cigarette case in his hand, and lit the fire familiarly.

"I will do my best."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chou glanced at the time before taking back the phone, and at the same time exhaled light-colored smoke, which was short like a sigh.

Cigarette smoke drifted away, mixed with the steam from the river, forming a strange smell.

Enoda didn't find it annoying when he smelled it.

"Two minutes and 16 seconds late."

"How sure are you that I'll be there?"

Enoda dyed fashionable blond hair, but cut a mushroom head. Fortunately, the young man was handsome and not too tragic.

"Of course because your father is generous and wise."

Fucho had bought information several times from Enoda, who had a congressman's father, and it took a lot of effort to get his father through Enoda this time.

Who made the relationship between Enoda, who became independent as an intelligence agency, and his father complicated and confusing, opposite yet united.

"If I can come, it means the cooperation is confirmed. You don't have to flatter my father."

Although Enoda didn't know much about the interest relationship between them, he paid a little attention to the nurse murder case this time.

"You used to be very happy blackmailing big companies. Why did you take this case? The chances of winning are not high, and the winning streak is hard to keep." Enoda was sincerely curious, and also complained genuinely, "I bet you eight consecutive times in the black market. Victory."

"Catch up with a good case."

Just when Enoda cared about himself, Fukuo turned around and leaned on the railing, stretched out his hand and flicked the soot into the river where the fish swam, and drooped his long eyelashes again, feeling a little sleepy.

"Before doing one thing, I received one share of the money, but this time I do one thing and receive four shares of the money. Why not do it."

Four?

Enokida confirmed again and again that he didn't know the number, and there was still a share left.

"And I deserve the reward for my job." Fuchao pointed his finger on the railing, "No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, it's still meat."

Enoda smiled helplessly, and raised his chin at him.

"Give me a cigarette to try."

"Do not."

"I'm old enough, don't worry about me."

Fufu still refuses.

"Strangely expensive."

"..." Scrooge.