desensitization therapy

The meeting time of the detention center starts at nine o'clock at the earliest, which is only half an hour.

It was not yet nine o'clock, and Cheng Lei had just gone to register for the meeting, and when she came back, she saw Wen Peitang humbly talking to the paralegal at the side.

The other party obviously looked at a loss and didn't know how to reply, so he could only keep shaking his head, raised his eyes to see Cheng Lei walking this way in the distance, and then called out for help: "Lawyer Cheng?"

Wen Peitang lowered his arms weakly.

Cheng Lei approached and responded without asking what happened just now.

You don't need to guess. It has been five days since the incident and relatives are not allowed to visit during the trial. It is not easy for Wen Peitang to persist until now without a mental breakdown.

For some reason, Cheng Lei also felt an indescribable boredom in her heart.She took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, wiped the flap of the pack with her fingertips, and suddenly remembered that smoking was not allowed here, so she stopped again.

"Lawyer Cheng," the assistant couldn't say much in front of the client, so he could only gently remind Cheng Lei, "It's almost time for the interview."

Cheng Lei took the cigarette case in her hand and looked at it for a moment, then put it back: "I know."

Wen Peitang on the side kept quiet all the time, pressing his fingers tightly on his bare arm, almost making red marks.But she didn't seem to notice, she just lowered her head.

Cheng Lei looked at Wen Peitang from the corner of her eye.At this moment, Wen Peitang is more fragile than anything she has ever seen before, her eyes are covered with fatigue and bruises, those eyes have cried countless times in just a few days, and they are always swollen.

However, none of these were as shocking as the meeting on the first day of the office.

The moment she saw Cheng Lei, Wen Peitang's eyes were filled with astonishment. She probably didn't expect Cheng Lei to be the one who would end up with the next case.And when the assistant beside Cheng Lei looked at Wen Peitang's exposed wounds with no intact parts on his body, he was also surprised in the same way.

Waiting until nine o'clock, just before Cheng Lei and his assistant were going to go in for a meeting, Wen Peitang finally called Cheng Lei.

"Lawyer Cheng," Wen Peitang seemed to be hesitant, with tears in her eyes, but forced a smile, "I will trouble you."

Cheng Lei's footsteps paused, but in the end she didn't look back at Wen Peitang, but just replied "I will".

The assistant seemed to turn her head, and by the time she realized it, Cheng Lei had already walked away.

She trotted a few steps to catch up with Cheng Lei, her voice was very low: "It's so pitiful..."

Cheng Lei didn't respond.

The first time I saw Wen Peitang in the office, the assistant also said the same: it's so pitiful.

Especially when Wen Peitang stated the course of the case.Perhaps because witnessing the tragedy of his son killing his husband was too unbelievable, Wen Peitang's statement became confusing. For a while, he said that Song Feijue accidentally killed Song Yuming in self-defense from the front, but then changed his words and said yes Song Yuming picked up the vase first.

The assistant's expression gradually became hesitant to speak. She wanted to interrupt Wen Peitang's forged remarks that were becoming more and more protective, but she also cared about the expressionless Cheng Lei.

In the end, Wen Peitang couldn't continue, she almost collapsed and covered her face, burying her crying in her palms.

"If you can't provide a true and effective statement," Cheng Lei finally opened her mouth, "then I can't guarantee that I can provide a favorable defense for your son in court."

Wen Peitang raised his head suddenly, his blurred vision gradually focused.

However, after a long time, Wen Peitang still shook his head and only said one meaningless sentence.

"He did nothing wrong, please help him."

At the end of the meeting that day, Cheng Lei and Wen Peitang stood at the door of the office, and Wen Peitang kept sincerely praying to the assistant opposite him.

The assistant nodded and answered repeatedly for a long time, until Cheng Lei let her go first, she was relieved, bowed to Wen Peitang quickly, and ran away.

Cheng Lei and Wen Peitang stood face to face, they both looked at each other silently.

Suddenly, Cheng Lei said, "I'm sorry."

Wen Peitang looked stunned, and quickly denied: "Where is it, thanks to Lawyer Cheng this time."

It is often said that a tree falls and the monkeys scatter, but Song Yuming's tree fell, but other trees also showed their feet, which made people avoid it.

"What happened 11 years ago," Cheng Lei didn't look Wen Peitang in the eyes, she apologized to Wen Peitang in a flat tone, but her heart was not as calm as her tone, "I'm sorry."

Wen Peitang was taken aback for a moment, apparently understanding what Cheng Lei was talking about.

However, she was only stunned for two seconds, then shook her head with a wry smile: "How can I blame you? It's always been my choice."

Cheng Lei didn't speak.

Countless times, Cheng Lei has comforted herself in this way countless times in her heart, and even when refuting Fang Zhilian, Cheng Lei did say so——

That is her own choice.

"It was my choice that hurt him." Wen Peitang said softly.

Of course Cheng Lei knew who that "he" was referring to, but she felt so fortunate in her heart that Song Feijue killed Song Yuming, which at least meant that Wen Peitang was relieved.

It also means that her mistake 11 years ago was not so hopeless.

So she thought about using an apology to solve the problem, and then told Wen Peitang that just because I'm sorry for you doesn't mean that your son can take revenge on my son.

But at this moment, looking at Wen Peitang's face, Cheng Lei couldn't say anything cruel.

"I'll do my best," she said.

When meeting with a criminal suspect suspected of murder, it is necessary to have personnel from the investigation agency present.Cheng Lei watched Song Feijue in a blue prison uniform come out of the back room in handcuffs, until the dispatcher signaled that it was time to start, and the assistant at the side frantically flipped through the interrogation transcript.

Through a layer of transparent glass, Song Feijue stared at Cheng Lei opposite without much emotion.

He didn't need to ask why Cheng Lei appeared here, and Cheng Lei didn't mean to chat: "Let's get started."

"According to the relevant regulations, your mother, Wen Peitang, cannot see you for the time being, so I accepted her entrustment to come to see you according to the law after you were taken compulsory measures and provide you with defense. Do you agree?"

Song Feijue didn't answer.

His skin was almost transparent, and he looked lifeless in the dimly lit room.

The assistant stared at Song Feijue, then quickly lowered his head and wrote a few words.

Cheng Lei repeated it in a flat tone, and didn't continue to ask until Song Feijue answered "Yes" hoarsely.

"What was the specific situation when you were taken compulsory measures?"

"What items were seized when you were arrested? Is there any evidence to show you for identification?"

"Before meeting with you, how many times have you been interrogated? How many times have you been interrogated? Please repeat your statement in detail."

Song Feijue answered one by one without any ups and downs, and even the content of the transcript was the same as the following statement.Song Feijue's logic is very clear, including how he hit Song Yuming's head with a vase and killed him, to the letter cutter that did not cause fatal damage during the friction, and how he smashed it into pieces. The ones that were taken out of the frame were matched with all the current fingerprint evidence one by one.

Cheng Lei felt something was wrong, and she couldn't tell where it came from. In the final analysis, it could only be regarded as intuition.

The assistant was still diligently writing the investigation transcript, Cheng Lei casually glanced at it, and her eyes fell on another page.

The transcript was very detailed, from the outline to the record, the assistant even added some expressions of Song Feijue's short answers in parentheses.

But Cheng Lei didn't read that page.

In order to refer to and compare the statement of another party present, the assistant also brought another statement of Wen Peitang, but it was obvious that Wen Peitang's statement was too confusing to be used as a reference for comparison.

Cheng Lei stared at the sentence "He did nothing wrong" that Wen Peitang said unintentionally and was inadvertently recorded by the assistant.

The assistant's summary of Wen Peitang's actions and expressions at that time was also added in the brackets next to it: shaking his head, regretting.

Since he killed someone, how could he have done nothing wrong?

When Cheng Lei heard this sentence before, she only thought that Wen Peitang meant that Song Feijue had no choice but to do so.

She suddenly thought of Fang Zhilian kneeling at her feet, repeating the phrase "He promised me, he can't kill someone".

At that moment, Cheng Lei had an incredible association.

The assistant was still wondering why Cheng Lei suddenly stopped asking questions, but the next second, she heard Cheng Lei asking Song Feijue in a suppressed voice: "You mean, the brain injury that caused Song Yuming's death was caused by you?" Is it caused by picking up the vase and hitting him hard while pushing and shoving with him?"

Didn't you just ask?The assistant froze.

Song Feijue raised his eyes, and a fleeting light shone on his sharp jawline: "I've already answered."

"Then let me put it another way," Cheng Lei met his gaze, glanced at the scouting officer standing behind her out of the corner of her eye, held her breath, and said in a straightforward tone, but deliberately bit the last two words, "The question is the subject, who is it?"

This time Song Feijue didn't answer right away.

He stared at Cheng Lei intently, and the almost meticulous calm seemed to be broken.Those dark eyelashes froze, and there was only one emotion left.

is a warning.

On the day Fang Zhilian left the country, only Zhu Wen sent him off.

He dragged a suitcase to Linchuan, dragged a suitcase to leave Linchuan, nothing changed.

After checking in, they sat side by side on the McDonald's seat next to the customs.

After a long silence, Zhu Wen suddenly asked without thinking: "Have you read the news a few days ago?"

In October 2013, the scope of the Syrian war has expanded to the capital Damascus, causing more than 10 casualties.For a long time in a row, both TV news and online news have been reporting the latest progress of the war situation.

When the accident happened, Fang Zhilian saw news about Song Feijue on the Internet, in a small section of social news on a website.The combination of Song Feijue's top scorer in the science college entrance examination and the word "father killing" or "murder" became the most eye-catching part of the news headlines.

Someone below commented that it is useless to raise children with good grades, their personalities are distorted, and having a child is not as good as giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork.Fang Zhilian didn't dare to read any more, he turned off the webpage, and hugged his knees in a daze in a dim room with the curtains tightly drawn and no light at all.

For a long time, Fang Zhilian dared not go out.He was afraid to see even one person in this city pointing fingers at Song Feijue on the news at that time.

The heat of this matter passed for a while, until the verdict of the first trial came out not long ago, Cheng Lei applied for the second trial and then appealed, and reports of domestic violence that had lasted for many years before Song Yuming's death began to appear one after another.

Fang Zhilian shook his head, but did not answer.

Zhu Wen was silent for a while, then changed the subject abruptly: "You don't know the place over there, did you rent a house?"

"The agent helped contact Homestay."

"Oh... that's good. It's only been four years, and it's gone in the blink of an eye."

"Yeah, it's only four years," Fang Zhilian said in a low voice, "it will make up for the extra four years together."

Zhu Wen was so busy that he rubbed the toe of his shoes on the ground. He didn't hear the second part of his sentence clearly, and said to himself: "Maybe we are all too young, and we think four years are too important."

"I told You Li," Zhu Wen raised her head, "I'll go to Pingyi to look for her during the winter and summer vacations, and I'll go there on November [-]st and [-]st. .”

Fang Zhilian glanced at Zhu Wen.

On the day the college entrance examination scores came out, a group of them were still in Linyu Island. Zhilian didn't know what exactly happened. In the end, I only knew that Zhu Wen went to the last school that he had chosen and stayed in Linchuan.

Fang Zhilian patted Zhu Wen's shoulder to show comfort.

About an hour before boarding, Fang Zhilian bid farewell to Zhu Wen at the gate.

Zhu Wen seemed never to be discouraged. He was caught in the crowd of people sending him off to the airport, wearing a colorful jacket, and waving at Fang Zhilian in a very lively and eye-catching way.

Fang Zhilian also waved at him, then turned and left.

He pinched his fingertips until they turned red, and a dull pain surged up, and he tried his best to prevent him from turning his head for the last time.

Everything went smoothly through customs, and so did the security check.

Fang Zhilian took out the coat from the basket that passed the security check and put it on again. The security check officer was a girl, and she smiled and wished him a safe journey.

He also responded with a smile and said thank you.

However, no matter how much he lowered his head, Fang Zhilian couldn't take the next step.

A row of signs were posted on the tiles on the floor of the security check, saying: Please go ahead, don't stop here.

Fang Zhilian squatted down slowly.

He gently stroked the slogan stuck on the ground with his fingers, and he heard the worried voice of the security officer, asking him if he needed any help.

Fang Zhilian wanted to shake his head, but in fact he couldn't make any sound or make any movements. The only thing he could feel was the hot tears flowing into his neckline.

He was walking towards the future, but Song Feijue stopped at the step behind him.

stopped there forever.

In December of the same year, the Intermediate People's Court of Linchuan City made a second-instance judgment on the homicide case of the number one scholar in the college entrance examination, which was hotly discussed on the Internet, and revoked the original first-instance judgment.

He was sentenced to six years in prison for intentional homicide.

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