[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Fuchou followed Kodama around the complex of St. Marian Hospital, passed through the peony bushes in the garden, and arrived at the East Ward Building. Fuchou estimated that the hospital covers an area of ​​one square kilometer.

Jinguji's lifelong struggle is still considerable.

"Aren't her family members coming?" Fu Chou asked.

"Not once."

Kodama is in charge of taking care of the girl who has just been transferred to the hospital, and often chats with her, talking to such a cute and strong child, she seems to have the courage to face the past.

"It's also a child, how can we abandon her? Since there is money for her to stay in the hospital all year round, why can't the biological parents come to see her?" Kodama knew her family situation and felt sad, "I called her home secretly. Phone, do you know what they say? My son is about to start his freshman year of high school, and he tells me what's going on, and he doesn't have time. Parents' minds can be so biased."

Listen to Fucho, it's hard to say anything.

"Here we are, this is the room."

Opening the door, Kodama stood by the door with downcast eyes.

"No need for protective clothing and masks?"

"She wants to see you, go in quickly." Kodama blinked, and the faint tears faded, "At this time, you don't have to care about those."

Fufu understood what she meant.

And when he saw the slender and pale figure on the hospital bed that seemed to be melting into the snow-white bedding, Fu Chao, who had always been eloquent, didn't know what to say.

"You... how are you doing here?"

"Very well, sister dean is cold-faced and warm-hearted, and she takes special care of me."

Unexpectedly, she gradually regained her energy, her speech became coherent, and she stopped panting.

"I put all the things you gave me in the dean's sister's office as you said." She took out the small box given to her by Fu from under the pillow, "I also asked sister Kodama to help me get it back."

Fufu opened the box, and inside was a dark red-eyed spider, mechanical artifacts, and a pair of glasses with silver bright borders with simple patterns.

The pinhole camera he embedded in the recessed pattern around the eye frame, Fuchao asked her to put the mirror face upright on the Jinguji table, so that she can take pictures but cannot record.

And the fake spider was converted into a recording device to improve the sensitivity of voice recognition, and it was placed in a potted plant next to the bookshelf.

"I think you'll look better in these glasses, but the frames should be thinner."

She said with a smile, who has senior research on hospital fashion magazines.

"By the way, why didn't I see the dean's sister, I also asked her to come."

Frequent treatment and long post-treatment pain made her have no time to touch electronic products and social news.

"The dean of Jingu Temple is busy."

"Yes, she is the dean." She gazed longingly at the pale ceiling, "Maybe I will become such a powerful person in the future."

"Here's a multiple-choice question for you." Sitting on the chair beside the bed, Fuchou lowered his head and picked up the corner of his clothes to wipe his glasses. "If you choose glasses, the bad guys will get what they deserve, except for me; if you choose spiders, all the bad guys will be wiped out, including me."

"Let me think about..."

Fuchao waited patiently for a reply.

She was stumped, and at the same time, she suddenly had a vague premonition that she didn't have time to think long.

"I choose glasses."

Listening to her gradually difficult and weak breathing, Fu Chou asked, "Why?"

"It must be a bad thing to let a bad man get away with it, and I finally did a bad thing before I died."

She is young, and she has to bear this kind of unfair treatment without doing a single bad thing. Life and death are just self-consolation. She began to cry, and her breathing suddenly became short of breath.

"The end of life is natural and sudden. I always knew...knowing me, I will die, everyone will die, but I will die much earlier than ordinary people."

It seemed dark before her eyes, like a fish out of water, she couldn't help scratching around.

"I am afraid……"

Fu Chou caught her waving hands, and her hand was scratched a little by the nails, and her malnourished nails were also broken, but neither of them cared.

"My classmate who jumped from the building, I think she still has nostalgia for this world in the end. She landed on the ground with her elbows on the ground, which means that she was struggling before she died. She didn't want to go, and I didn't want to. I was scared and didn't want to die It's..."

She took a big breath, and her breathing made her dizzy, but it gradually calmed her down.

"It's too ugly, the appearance of me relying on immortality is too ugly, isn't it?"

She was so angry that he could only hear it clearly if he tilted his head to her face.

"No." Fufu categorically denied, "According to superficial statistics, there were 3.4 million depression patients in the world four years ago, with a growth rate of 18.4% and a mortality rate of 16% within ten years, indicating that at least 1000 million people are alive today."

"So many people live because they fear death."

The comfort was effective, the corners of her mouth moved, and she could see that she wanted to laugh, but she lost her strength. She said something vaguely, and her voice gradually became lower and lower, until it was silent, and it was so low that there was no breath left.

Click.

Open the door with the key, the door made a specious noise, but the person holding the key failed.

In the night, the man was dressed in black, almost melting into the shadows that the moonlight could not reach. The owner of the house changed the door lock. Must have noticed.

It's not that there is nothing to do, after all, the purpose this time is not as simple as last time.

The man in black groped down the loaded gun at his waist, and took out a standard master key and a piece of tinfoil.

Wrap the key tightly with a sheet of tin foil and insert it into the lock hole, the shape will be shaped by the tin foil to fit the key hole.

The door opened.

Dodge in, the light is on, the target should be inside, and you should be more careful.

He closed the door lightly, the kitchen and the master bedroom were brightly lit, the living room was dark and there was no movement.

From this angle, you can see the brightly lit kitchen, the door of the refrigerator is not closed tightly, the air conditioner is running hard in this midsummer, the faucet in the countertop is not tightened, and there is a fork and spoon on the induction cooker that is heating something beside the counter , with plain curtains hanging beside it, he sniffed carefully, only to be relieved that there was no smell of gas in the air.

Compared with the kitchen, the living room is not so lively, except for a glass of water on the coffee table.

There is a TV remote control, a fruit knife and dots of water beside the water glass.

When he got closer, he found that there were blood stains at the junction of the knife handle and the knife body. The hand with the snake pattern dipped some water on the table, put it under his nose and sniffed it, it was just ordinary boiled water.

Leaning slightly to change the angle, he found that those water marks were a line of words that were about to dry up by the light of the kitchen, which read: Turn on the TV.

He immediately put one hand on the gun at his waist... Did Fufu expect someone to come and kill him?

At this time, there was no point in hiding. With the other hand, he picked up the remote control in doubt, and turned on the TV with an alarm clock on the coffee table.

The screen turned from black to bright, Jinguji's face appeared from the center, and the man on one side whose face was not clear but recognizable was his employer, Senator Narita.

The whole video was silent, and I saw Mr. Narita leaving the door. Jinguji kept making phone calls with his back to the door. Another man nodded at the door with Mr. Narita. Entering, the hands wearing transparent gloves stroked the hemp rope in his hands, strangled Jinguji's neck, and waited for her to die without moving, he hung the rope on the light tube, hung the body in the noose, and kicked her with shoe covers. Down the chair at the foot of Jinguji Temple.

Before the man could react, the subsequent news rolled out.

He didn't notice that the video just now was part of the news.

Then there were huge news headlines, "Lawyer's rich compensation and justice reveal Narita congressman's shady scene." "Narita congressman faces resignation."

The alarm clock was connected to the water bladder that was blocked by the TV, and the back of the TV under the water bladder was covered with pins. The vibration caused the water bladder to burst, and the TV entered the water, causing the image to be distorted smoothly up, down, left, and right.

Electric sparks flickered at the electrical socket where the TV was connected to the kitchen, water was sprayed from the heat-sensitive fire alarm on the kitchen ceiling, water entered the refrigerator and air-conditioning electrical switches that were not closed tightly against the wall, and the magnetic force in the magnetic field of the induction cooker that was heating things and the above The iron spoon and fork reacted, heating up at a high speed, and the nearby curtains reached the flammable point——

Instant news in the early morning: "At midnight, an electrical explosion occurred in a detached villa in the city center, killing one person."

The second trial was held again.

"The scum is killed, the good people are wronged, the accomplice takes the blame, and the culprit is free. This is what happened before I announced the truth. It has changed to the state before this moment. It is all about profit and fortune, and it is full of variables."

In the courtroom, Fufu's hand stretched out towards Nanase, and the scene of the same trial overlapped in a daze, the difference was that there were a few bright red scratches on the back of his hand.

"Here, I claim that Nanase is a victim who was framed for murder. The arrested former Ministry of Health and Welfare official Narita used her schizophrenia to give her psychological hints, making her think that she killed Hirasaka Ryuji, but Narita instigated it People are silenced.

"The evidence is that Narita conspired with others to forge Jinguji Narumi's suicide scene to take the blame, but he didn't want me to accidentally record the evidence, so Narita repeated his tricks, and I was assassinated by Narita, but it was a blessing in disguise, on the body of the killer who died unexpectedly The murder weapon that has not been found in the Hirasaka case has been found.

"In the end, Nanase is actually the biggest victim of this conspiracy."

The plaintiff was not so active in refuting, but the defendant had reasons and evidence.

Kodama, the witness of the incident in the sick building and the murder of the nurse, confessed that she did not see Nanase stabbing the fruit knife into the chest of the deceased, but only saw her holding the knife.

Kodama was a rich man very early on, Ukyo Mingwu, otherwise how could the murder weapon disappear, and once found, he would be in the rich man's house with the so-called real murderer?

Kodama, the first witness to the crime, took advantage of Nanase's murder and was in a trance to take away the murder weapon and hand it over to Fu Fu who asked him to blame Narita.

In other words, Fushou has instigated Kodama's rebellion since the start of Jinguji's sick building project?

Or it would be more reasonable for Fusou to get to know Kodama and understand the truth after she was included in the plan and endured Hirasaka's abuse, and then Fushou waited for an opportunity.

At that time, Nanase committed the crime.

Ukyo struggles to reveal the truth that Fusou already knew. It is only after the incident that he realizes that he has been used. It can even be speculated that Narita's killer was also designed by Fusou... Unfortunately, he understands too late.

The end result was no surprise, Fufu won the case.

The verdict was not guilty, and Ren Nanase was released in court.

Xi Jing's needle drop could be heard from the sidelines, and Yachen Yujie Fengdou and Ang Qiqi, who came to watch the final trial, were silent, almost having the same thought.

Fu paid this man, really awesome.