[Comprehensive] Bewitching life

Zhou Yifei took a lot of photos with her mobile phone, and even took a photo with Bu Guodong and their colleagues when she was interested.This is one of the items that I have gained a lot of interest since seeing a psychiatrist. It is said to learn to remember and share the happy things in life.Bu Guodong also knew that she had acquired such a hobby, and she would post the photos on Facebook when she got home to show Wenwen her mommy's daily life.

Bu Jiawen will ask daddy to give Mommy a thumbs up after reading it, and comment if there is nothing wrong.

Afterwards Zhou Yifei would reply, and Bu Jiawen would reply or urge Bu Guodong to reply, and the family of three had a great time.

In the past, Zhou Yifei basically didn't use Facebook very much, and occasionally used it to contact her classmates. After all, her work has nothing to do with social networking on the Internet.Bu Guodong is even more exaggerated than her, there is no such thing as Facebook, and now this account is newly registered.

But this does not mean that Bu Guodong is an old man who rejects new things. He is very familiar with computers. He always looks up information or reads various news to absorb knowledge. Some people call him a "walking encyclopedia". Simply because he knows almost everything.

Zhong Xuexin, who is almost as knowledgeable as him, not only has Facebook, but also plays it well.She belongs to the kind who doesn't post much on her own, but follows a lot of people. The second day after Bu Guodong registered an account, the two of them followed each other.

When Zhou Yifei asked casually, his answer was: "Oh, when I replied to you, they saw it."

That's right, apart from Zhou Yifei, Bu Guodong has a lot of colleagues on his watch list.

But the first one is Zhou Yifei, the second one is Zhong Xuexin, and the rest are the others.

Sometimes Zhou Yifei wondered, did he do it on purpose or not?

She really wanted to believe him, but now she couldn't understand what he was thinking more and more.

After returning home from the party, the two of them washed up separately, and Bu Guodong went to bed early.

Zhou Yifei uploaded the photos on the Internet and wrote nonsense about how happy she was today, expressing that she is really a happy person.

Then close the webpage, open the text, and start thinking about the number of novels for today.

Before she thought for a long time, how could she get closer to the person who killed her without arousing suspicion, and then she thought, since it is easy to attract people with malicious intentions when writing a real case, it is better to write a fictional one.

These three words, Zhou Yifei, are more or less well-known in the legal industry. She asked a client in the publishing industry to act as an intermediary to help contact the newspaper, and offered to try the draft first, and then publish it in the newspaper after passing it.

After reading part of the manuscript she had written, the editor-in-chief over there quickly agreed.

She told her husband about it, and the latter said helplessly that she really was a restless person.

Only Zhou Yifei knows that not only is she restless, she is also a person who does not want to be unknown.When writing a novel, in addition to secretly observing the murderer, I also want to increase my exposure and increase my leverage.

She has always been a person who takes a step ahead of time when doing things, this time she will take ten or a hundred steps first.

The phone on the table was flashing and vibrating, Zhou Yifei picked it up, and looked back at the bed, Bu Guodong was unconscious.

Quietly walked out of the room, closed the door behind her, pressed the answer button, and just scanned the screen, it said BenTong.

She was a little strange, it was already past one o'clock, it was early in the morning, why did he call her?

"Hi, hello." Zhou Yifei said into the microphone.

The person on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you were asleep."

"You didn't call to ask if I slept or not, did you?" It's better to get to the point.

There was silence for a few seconds, the atmosphere was a little stagnant, and Zhou Yifei felt something was wrong.

She felt that what the other party was going to say might not be good news.

Sure enough, after the silence, Tang Jiaming's deep voice revealed a sense of desolation.

"It's nothing, I want to tell you, maybe you are right - justice is judged by the judge, not by God."

After finishing this endless sentence, Tang Jiaming said sorry for disturbing her rest, and hung up the phone.

Zhou Yifei was a little puzzled.

Until the next day at work, someone told her something.

Zhao Songde, the family member of the coroner's deceased, killed the doctor who operated on his son.

Just after ten o'clock last night.

Mr. Zhao couldn't expect justice from the judge, so he went to get it himself.

He also lost the rest of his life.

Murder, of course, is considered a criminal case. The case is in charge of Fang Zhihao, who is at the same level as Zhou Yifei. He is a strict person and insists on accusing Mr. Zhao of murder.After several people discussed, Lin Meiqi nodded, and of course Zhou Yifei had no other opinions.

The defense lawyer is still Tang Jiaming.

Zhou Yifei went to listen to the scene on Saturday morning, and Zhao Songde's mental state was obviously not the state of a normal person.

I also know how Tang Jiaming will fight, and the Zhao family is indeed worthy of sympathy.

As a result of the case, Mr. Zhao was convicted of manslaughter, and the circumstances were unfortunate, and he was sentenced to ten years in prison.

"A mistake made by a doctor has hurt three people and two families. I feel helpless about the whole thing."

In the bar, Tang Jiaming dangled the wine glass around, not taking a sip for a long time, and finally said these helpless words.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Yifei suspiciously, as if wondering why she just sat and didn't speak.

"Don't expect me to express my opinion," she sighed: "Usually I stand in your position, and then my husband will tell me in a straight line that no matter how unfortunate it is, this is not the reason for his murder. "

Every time she heard such words, she didn't know whether to be angry or laugh.Could it be that she, Zhou Yifei, has studied for so many years and been in so many courts, can she not understand this truth?Everyone understands.

However, the majority of homicides are the most impulsive homicides.Is it because they don't understand this truth?

After a long time, she would try to avoid talking to him about things that required distinguishing between black and white, because it was unclear.

Everyone has different positions, and talking too much is just a quarrel. She never wanted to quarrel with him, and she didn't like to quarrel.

Tang Jiaming was a little speechless after hearing this, and said ambiguously: "I met him last time, and I already know who he is."

He stared at Zhou Yifei for a long time, until he stared at the latter: "Actually, I still don't understand why you and him are at the south pole and the north pole, two completely different people together? Could it be that you lacked some men when you were growing up?" The role of the elders, or is there any other reason? Tell me, let’s do some research.”

"Hello!" Zhou Yifei squinted, and stopped: "I don't seem to know you well enough to discuss my marital status, huh?"

"OK, it doesn't matter if I listen or not," Tang Jiaming raised his hands in surrender, and said meaningfully: "But if someone keeps avoiding the problem and doesn't solve it, that problem will become bigger and bigger like a snowball, huh? "

"How do you know that some people are not solving problems, but avoiding them? Maybe the solution to the problem is getting bigger and bigger like a snowball?" Zhou Yifei retaliated at him, raising his eyebrows aggressively.

Her expression was not well managed, and when she was about to recycle, Huang Yaohui, who had gone out to make a phone call, finally came back.

"What were you two talking about?"

Tang Jiaming's smile was not a smile, and he looked even less like a good person: "Let's talk about whether it will snow in Hong Kong in winter."

"Do you still need to think about it?" Huang Yaohui was very serious: "Of course not, but my mother said that it seems to have been played in six or seven years."

"Really? Maybe there is a miracle..."

That's right, it's not that maybe, it has already happened.

To live again is not what a miracle is.