When a prosecutor meets a young wolf dog

Originally, I wanted to complain about Gu Yantang's handwriting, but Gu Yantang's handwriting is not good-looking, crooked, flamboyant, which kind of proves the truth: handsome guys with good-looking faces are ugly in handwriting, the more beautiful the face, the uglier the handwriting.

But after carefully looking at the contents inside, Wen Shu began to feel sad again.

The schedule is densely written and full, but it is not because there are too many courses.Class schedules are written with colored pens of various colors, and the rest filled in black are all kinds of part-time job arrangements.

On Monday and Wednesday afternoons, it is a milk tea shop in the commercial north area.

On Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights, I have to go to the computer store in the school.

On Saturdays and Sundays, I had to have two tutors. Of course, under Wen Shu's strong request, it became one.

Excluding the normal classes, all the time that should belong to a college student to make friends and have fun is almost fully arranged by part-time jobs.

For some reason, Wen Shu, who had read many important case files, felt a little sore because he read the schedule of an ordinary college student.

Because he suddenly remembered why Gu Yantang came to him every Friday evening.Because he's really only free that night.

However, there was never an idle time when he went to Wen Shu's house. He always worked hard to cook, wash dishes, clean up, and tidy up the room.And I am very happy to do these things, without the slightest reluctance.

Wen Shu's throat trembled, and his heart, which had been as calm as water for many years, seemed to feel a ripple.

Gu Yantang also moved a chair and sat over, helped Fu Wenshu's shoulder, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?"

Wen Shu smiled wryly, and asked, "Why are classes in color? Part-time jobs are in black?"

Gu Yantang scratched his hair and replied: "For me, class is a rest, so I'm happy."

After hearing this, He Haolin temporarily put down the game in his hand, leaned over and said, "God, you also find it strange? You said that there are so many college students in the school, who would take class as a rest? Do you know his nickname?"

Gu Yantang looked at He Haolin and immediately changed his face. He waved his fist and threatened fiercely: "Are you tired of living and want to die?"

"It's okay, you tell me." Wen Shu motioned for him to continue.

He Haolin continued: "Iron Man. Everyone said that it is a pity that he has such good energy and physical strength not to participate in the triathlon."

In fact, everyone’s evaluations are fair and objective, and it’s normal for classmates to make jokes.But Wen Shu not only didn't want to laugh, he was even slightly unhappy, because he could clearly hear a hint of ridicule and teasing from the students' words.

Wen Shu took out a blue pen from his pen holder, and drew a few strokes on Gu Yantang's class schedule, the only blank time period.

When Gu Yantang saw what he was painting, he immediately became unhappy.

It was a lively little cat purring.

Gu Yantang complained: "I know you want me to rest, but you can't draw me as a kitten. I am a tiger, and I am obviously a tiger, a carnivore—"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Shu interrupted him, and said with a sneer, "What I say is what I say, and I don't accept rebuttals."

After finishing speaking, he ruthlessly rubbed Gu Yantang's hair with his hands.

Of course, he didn't even think about fighting back, but it's rare that Gu Yantang didn't make any further excuses.She also let Wen Shu's hand "ravage|ravage" her meekly.

It seems that I have really become a kitten who is very satisfied with the owner's snoring and showing his belly.

Gu Yantang glanced at his roommate who was immersed in the game, but luckily he didn't see this action, otherwise the iron man's mighty image would be ruined in an instant.

……

On Sunday, when Gu Yantang was working as a tutor, Wen Shu went to the supermarket to buy some fruit, and went home to see Wen Shengli.

Wen Shengli was watching TV at home, and Wen Shu glanced at it. It was the very popular TV series in the past two years - "In the Name of the People".

Wen Shu was busy with work and didn't have time to watch TV dramas.But the circle of friends has seen many people tap the water to make sense of this drama, and the evaluation is quite high.

When Wen Shu came back, he just caught up with Wen Shengli watching such a plot.

The employees of Dafeng Factory and the police in disguise of Shanshui Group clashed head-on because of the demolition issue. At the critical moment, the veteran prosecutor Chen Shiyan rushed to the scene of the turmoil. With his own strength, he turned the tide and finally stopped a bigger casualties and losses.

Seeing the lonely white-haired background sitting on a rock on TV, Wen Shu's heart tightened.

Looking back, Wen Shengli was already wiping tears with the back of his hand.

Wen Shu quickly went to get a few tissues and stuffed them into Wen Shengli's hands, persuading him, "Don't be so careless, be careful of keratitis again."

Wen Shengli has had bad eyesight since he was 40 years old, and he needs to use eye drops to relieve dry eyes all year round.In fact, Wen Shu knew that the main cause was that Wen Shengli took his work too seriously and overused his eyes for a long time.

While wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with a tissue, Wen Shengli was still immersed in the plot and couldn't extricate himself: "It would be great if we had more good cadres like Chen Shishi in the team of our procuratorate."

Wen Shu nodded and smiled, and said, "That's right, that's right, Prosecutor Wen, aren't you?"

Wen Shu also knew that although Wen Shengli waved his hands and said something, he was actually very happy.

Wen Shu not only came to see his father this time, but also for the case mentioned earlier by the way.

Wen Shu: "I read the case of Jiang Wenlong that you brought that time, and found that there are quite a lot of problems."

"Tell me," Wen Shengli finally shifted his attention away from the TV. Looking at Wen Shengli's eyes shining with wisdom, Wen Shu had to admit that although Wen Shengli's eyes were old, they were not at all. The hindrance reveals a kind of radiance that has been precipitated by lead brilliance.

Wen Shu: "The case itself has a lot of doubts. There are several places where evidence collection is illegal, and it doesn't constitute a complete chain of evidence."

Wen Shengli nodded and said, "Yes, the only key piece of evidence is the fingerprint on the wine bottle, but it's unreasonable for a finger to be facing up."

Wen Shu went on to say: "There is another thing that particularly puzzles me. The testimony of the witness Fang Yucai, the two statements are inconsistent. The first time he said that they were still repairing the car together after [-] o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Wenlong had no time to commit the crime. But in the second record, Jiang Wenlong left after seven o'clock, so the suspect has time to commit the crime."

Wen Shengli asked, "Is it possible that the witness made a mistake in his memory?"

Wen Shu shook his head and said, "Combining the many doubtful points in the whole case, I think it is more likely that the police will induce a confession."

Wen Shu took out the thick stack of files, showed the relevant information to Wen Shengli, and said, "The transfer from the procuratorate in charge of this case is also illegal."

Wen Shengli asked, "How?"

"In December 2007, the Shangqiu City Intermediate People's Court of First Instance sentenced the crime of intentional homicide to death with a two-year reprieve. Jiang Wenlong refused to accept it and appealed. The Provincial Higher People's Court found that the facts were unclear and the evidence was insufficient, and sent it back for retrial."

Wen Shu took a sip of water and continued: "Then in November 2008, the Zhashui County People's Court retried the first instance and found the crime of intentional homicide guilty, and the sentence was commuted to 11 years in prison. Jiang Wenlong refused to accept it and appealed to the Shangqiu City Intermediate People's Court. In February 15, The court dismissed the appeal and upheld the original judgment."

Wen Shu finished stating the case in a calm tone and asked, "Dad, have you seen it?"

Wen Shengli nodded and replied, "The retrial violates legal procedures."

Wen Shu agreed, and continued: "Our country's Criminal Law No. 20 stipulates that criminal cases that may be sentenced to death or life imprisonment should be tried by the Intermediate People's Court. Jiang Wenlong is suspected of intentional homicide and may be sentenced to death. The death penalty. The Shangqiu City Intermediate People's Court is obviously a court of first instance, and the Municipal Procuratorate also violated the law and downgraded the case. The handling here is seriously inconsistent with the regulations."

Wen Shengli sighed, and said: "Because our country adopts the system of two-instance final judgment, the city court can take control of the case to avoid the supervision of the provincial court."

The two chatted about the case again. Wen Shu looked at his watch. It was eleven o'clock. He expected that the children's tutor would be back soon, so he left in a hurry.

Before leaving, Wen Shengli also deliberately mentioned Ye Lan's situation.I heard that her father's crime of embezzlement and bribery has been implemented.

Wen Shengli sighed with emotion, and said, "It seems that you are not with her now, otherwise, if you have more contacts with corrupt elements, it will inevitably be affected subtly."

Wen Shu: "..."

Wen Shengli: "It's a pity, Ye Lan is actually a good girl. She hasn't contacted you recently, has she?"

Wen Shu had a bad premonition, which made him want to leave quickly.

Sure enough, Wen Shengli continued as expected: "I was on the dating website and noticed that several girls are very nice, and I have made appointments with them to meet."

Wen Shu immediately refused: "Dad, you don't have to worry about my affairs, you are going to meet and you will see yourself."

Wen Shengli: "It's just nonsense! I'm almost sixty, it's just a fantasy!"

Wen Shu just opened the door, and remembered something, turned to Wen Shengli and said, "Isn't it popular to marry young and old now? Maybe girls like handsome old men like you, and you are single anyway. Look at Yang Zhenning, isn't it? Did you just marry someone very young?"

"He is a physicist, you say you kid—"

……

After Wen Shu left, Wen Shengli turned off the TV, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to write a letter to the Intermediate People's Court of Shangqiu, writing down all the doubtful points of the case in detail, and applying for a new trial.

Wen Shengli took out his reading glasses, and after writing less than two hundred words, his eyes began to dry out and hurt.

He closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa to rest his eyes.The haggard and stubborn face of the prisoner Jiang Wenlong appeared before his eyes again.

Wen Shengli is 57 this year, and has been working as a prosecutor at the grassroots level for more than 30 years. He has seen all kinds of prisoners in his life.But the tearful cry of being greatly wronged still left a deep impression on him.

Hidden in that resentful and desperate look is a complaint against the whole society.

The warden told him that Jiang Wenlong had served nine years in prison and had another six years left. The reason why the sentence was not commuted was because he thought he had never killed anyone. He refused to accept the sentence, so he never applied for a commutation.

When Jiang Wenlong stated his case, he said: "You are prosecutors and judges now, but you cannot guarantee that your son and grandson will also be prosecutors and judges in the future. If your son has never killed anyone, but you want to Bearing the charge of murder, can you still listen to me calmly like now?"

At that time, what Wen Shengli thought was, if as a prosecutor, he couldn't even maintain the fairness and justice of this society, how could he be worthy of the prosecutor's badge pinned to his body?

So Wen Shengli began to cheer up again and continued to write letters.