Feminism and donkeys

With Xun Hui's relationship, the formalities were quickly completed within a week.

Zhimai ran to the police station again despite the blackness in her eyes, she couldn't wait any longer.

This time, she consulted well-known lawyers in the industry in advance. There have been related cases before. This time, Qingxuan will definitely come out.

In criminal detention, family members are not allowed to visit, and only lawyers can go in to meet.

Qingxuan was brought out, still wearing the same clothes, and the number on this glass wall was No. 1.

Holding the phone, the lawyer briefly asked about the situation, and Qingxuan nodded and cooperated, and at the end the question was almost finished, and then Qingxuan slowly confirmed: "You didn't tell my family about this, did you?"

The lawyer said no, Qingxuan let go of his high-slung heart.

It was very cold, and it was 4 degrees indoors. She quietly put her hands in her pockets.

She touched an amulet folded into a triangle, which Zhimai asked her for last time when she was in Ganniu Mountain, saying it was for safety.

She forgot whether she had asked Zhimai's signature, maybe it was a signature.

She suddenly remembered what she didn't say when watching the sunrise with Zhimai that day, and she couldn't find the right time to say it later, and she regretted it a bit.

Qingxuan wanted to ask something about weaving wheat, wanted to meet her very much, had a lot of things to say, but forgot what he said, and finally hesitated to ask a lawyer to pass on some bits and pieces on his behalf, so that she would not have to worry.

This winter has been cold and longer than ever.

Zhimai stood guard at the door and stomped her feet under the eaves. Finally, when the lawyer came out, she rushed to meet him.

There was no snow today, only rain that seemed to freeze the bones off, and the wind cut her like a blade.

Based on past experience, the lawyer vowed to give a professional conclusion, which immediately relieved Zhimai's heart.

"Ms. Qingxuan's original words were, 'I hope I can watch the sunrise with you every day in the future.'"

When Zhimai heard this, he burst into tears.

The separation made her miss Qingxuan very much. She hugged her knees every cold night, suffering from loneliness, and all the cells in her body were clamoring for her.

She can't live without her.

She is also regretting why she didn't insist on asking her to add an extra cotton coat when she went out that day. There is no heating in the detention center, how cold she must be.

The next thing is to wait.

But Qingxuan still did not come back.

The case is ready to be prosecuted, and the materials will be transferred to the court after being reviewed by multiple parties.

When Zhimai heard the news, his heart was smashed down from a high place, and it was broken into pieces.

She was already in a state of aphasia because she was too shocked.

The lawyer was also very surprised. He was at a loss and didn't know what was going on. Logically speaking, even if the procuratorate accepted the case, it should have returned it and suggested dismissing the case.

He immediately asked his friends who worked in the court, and he was surprised that the case was so efficient that it entered the prosecution stage so quickly.

If the public security organ has confirmed the violation of the law and the crime under conclusive evidence, then the efficiency of the procuratorial organ is taken for granted, and the judicial organ will finally make a decision on punishment after being responsible for the trial.

But why is the fact of the crime established?

The facts are not clear enough. As a college teacher, Qingxuan thinks that he is making drugs, and subjectively has no intention of making drugs.

Moreover, the submitted documents have proved that the newly invented chemical has never harmed others, why is it still not released?

"Don't worry, the court will find that the facts are not established during the trial, and it will definitely be acquitted in court."

Hearing the lawyer's relief, Zhimai was extremely pessimistic. She stared blankly with her mobile phone, not daring to think about whether Qingxuan was really going to be sentenced. She only had one thought in her mind--it was the last time she went out that day. , I should give her one more kiss.

A middle-aged man in the bureau once met Qingxuan alone, maybe not from the bureau.

"Mr. Qing, it's a pleasure to meet you."

The man was wearing a very ordinary black cashmere jacket with a lapel collar, a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, thick lips and a square forehead, without a trace of gray hair, he was very energetic.

Qingxuan couldn't tell his age, she guessed that his hair should be dyed black like all the older cadres and leaders.

"I have seen your case. You can develop effective drugs at a young age, and the future is boundless."

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"Thank you."

"Scientists shouldn't be here. You should continue to do research in the laboratory and make due contributions to the country. That's where you should go."

Qingxuan didn't speak, she felt her mouth was a little dry, and she squeezed it a little, only to find that the skin was peeling.

She remembered that she shared a lipstick with Zhimai, she smiled and helped herself apply it, it was strawberry flavored.

The man on the opposite side clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the table: "Unfortunately, according to the criminal law, the minimum sentence for the crime of manufacturing drugs is fixed-term imprisonment of less than 3 years, criminal detention or public surveillance."

"Teacher Qing, I think you've stayed here long enough, and you're still short of an article to be able to comment on an associate professor?" The man changed the subject, flicked his tongue suddenly, and said with emotion, "You are young and promising."

"So, you don't want to go to jail and have a criminal record."

The interrogation room was very dark, and the light source was stingy, Qingxuan didn't say a word at the junction of light and dark.

"This case draws a line between medicine and poison, and all the evidence has been submitted. Now, whether it is medicine or poison is at your fingertips."

"It depends on whether you choose to cooperate."

Obviously, the man represents a certain core power class and holds the power of judicial interpretation. He has a well-thought-out plan, and he stares at Qingxuan without blinking, directly exerting pressure.

"What do I need to do?" Qingxuan swallowed, she wanted to drink water.

"Two things." The man smiled, "Give us all the information you have. From now on, you can no longer participate in the research of artificial wombs."

"You can give it. You have seen the materials on the desk and the USB flash drive. I only have so much." Truth transcends national boundaries, and knowledge should be shared, not monopolized by a few people.

Although she doesn't know much and is of little help, she also hopes that more people will master the most cutting-edge and cutting-edge technology, and even push human civilization further.

Qingxuan's throat became more and more dry, and her throat rolled: "But, sorry, I can't do the latter."

The man seemed to give her the right to choose, but in fact he forced her to the point of no return.

Scientists shoulder the mission of innovation and breakthrough in the new era, representing the infinite possibilities of the future of mankind.Their vocation is to explore unsolved mysteries.

Since she is recognized as a scientific researcher, why should she be prohibited from doing research and force her to give up the significance of this lifelong responsibility?

"You can continue to shine in other fields, and the country also needs talents like you." He didn't explain too much, but just issued an ultimatum, "But artificial wombs, no."