Chapter 715 Prison (Central)

Seeing this charge, I was so funny that I was so amused and crying. Having a funeral became a feudal superstitious activity. Made, this hat is so fucking.

As for the murder mentioned above, it is even more nonsense.

However, facing the evidence above, I didn't know what to say at all, and I couldn't even resist it.

Madd, do you really have to spend your entire life in prison?

Seeing that my face was wrong, the warden patted me on my shoulder and said, "Xiaojiu, don't worry, the law is fair. As long as you haven't done it, I believe the law will give you a fair."

I said no, and asked him, "When will the court start?"

"A week later!" He patted my shoulder again and said, "Don't worry, I will hire you the best lawyer. I can't guarantee that I can prove my innocence, at least I can delay your time for you."

I said thank you to him, my heart was empty and immediately remembered what happened when I was with Lao Wang. I don’t know what Lao Wang is doing now, whether he is alive or dead.

At this moment, a pleasant phone ringing rang, which was Huang Jiaju's song "Goodbye Ideal".

After being stunned for a while, I rubbed my face desperately. What if it was him. Maybe this is life, or maybe everyone has their own persistence. I have an idea in my mind that the reason why the warden didn't have any trouble this time was probably related to this funeral.

I was slightly stunned, and people died again? Cao, how many people involved in He Yaoguang's affairs? How many people died in a short period of time? They were all related to prison.

At that moment, I asked in a deep voice: "Who died this time?"

"Xiaojiu, you don't understand such a trick. If... they come to investigate, I... I..." He stammered, glanced at the door again, walked over with a nervous look, and closed the door.

As he said that, I was in a bad mood and returned the red envelope he had given before and said, "There are gods on your head, and I hope you will do more good deeds in the future."

After hanging up the phone, the warden said vibrato: "Xiao Jiu, someone is dead again!"

"Did you take it?" I glanced at him, feeling very disappointed with the warden. Since I met him, he gave me a pretty good impression and could be considered a clean official. Now these words completely subverted my understanding of him.

When I heard this name, I was stunned for a long time. Yu Yousheng was a policeman at the junction of the two lakes. How could he involve He Yaoguang? Could it be that he stopped a car on the highway and annoyed the deceased, which led to death?

He smiled awkwardly, pulled out the drawer, took out five or six RMB from it, and said, "When He Yaoguang was imprisoned, someone sent me 60,000 yuan, asking me to find a way to kill He Yaoguang, I...I,"

"This...this..." He stammered, "When He Yaoguang was in prison, I heard about him and felt very sympathetic. But after taking the money, I... turned a blind eye to his affairs. Until some time ago, my brother Zhigang called me, and I suddenly realized that I was about to return the money. I didn't know that just that night, He Yaoguang died."

I smiled bitterly on the surface and said, "Then let them investigate, anyway, the person is dead." I felt secretly happy in my heart. Like many people, I wish I could die more than one more. As the saying goes, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and for some rich people who are rich and unkind, the more money, the more people they will harm.

I sneered, "Do you really can't find it, or do you still don't want to find it?"

As soon as I heard this, I immediately understood and asked him: "How do you know it has something to do with He Yaoguang?"

I ignored him and walked out.

So, I nodded to him dullly, "As long as you have a clear conscience, let them check it. I would like to advise you to go wherever you come from. If it really doesn't work, I will donate it! As for He Yaoguang's side, I believe he should forgive you, otherwise you will not be able to see the sun today."

As he said that, he looked at me with a depressed look on his face, "Xiaojiu, you have to help me. I really didn't do anything that I'm sorry for my conscience."

"Okay, I understand. The prison will definitely cooperate with the investigation!"

He nodded, "I wanted to return the money several times, but I couldn't find the address of that person."

"What? When did this happen?"

"Yellow one!" He said vibrato: "The rich man ranked seventh in the city's wealth list is said to be related to He Yaoguang!"

After saying this, I walked straight to the door, and the warden's cry came from behind, "Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, wait, things are not what you thought."

"Huh!" I sighed again, and was about to leave when the prison chief ran out and said anxiously: "Xiao Jiu, someone is dead again."

"When he died, there were two photos underground, one of He Yaoguang's photos and the other of the old man." He explained to me, "Now the police station has sent someone to investigate the He Yaoguang incident. He Yaoguang has been dead for so long. What should I do to investigate for them?"

"Yu Yousheng!" When he said this name, the warden's face was pale, with a few traces of fear in his voice.

After thinking through these, I felt so bitter. Is there really no good people in this world? All they have is benefits? Or is this society completely replaced by money?

Looking at his actions, I was so confused that I was just investigating a deceased. Why did he be so nervous? Could it be that he did something he shouldn't have done?

Thinking of this, my face darkened and I said sternly: "You have a share in He Yaoguang's death?"

I said no, I believe his words were true, otherwise, he would not have worked so hard on He Yaoguang's affairs.

"Sorry, I'll answer the phone!" The warden smiled apologetically at me and took out his cell phone, "Hey, who!"

At that time, I thought he was kind-hearted. But judging from the current situation, he was not kind-hearted, but felt ashamed of He Yaoguang, so he worked so hard.

After leaving the house, I breathed heavily. I never thought that the warden would get involved in this matter. This feeling of loss was really painful.

I was stunned, and my heart was puzzled. One day in this world, how could he have this expression? I asked him: "Who is dead? Is it worth your nervousness?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible. If you just stop a car, you will never die unless...

"How did he die?" I asked the warden.

The warden walked towards me and said tremblingly: "I heard from the phone that Yu Yousheng did not send He Yaoguang's body to the crematorium, but sent the body to the hands of the rich man Huang. The ashes you took at the beginning were just one of He Yaoguang's arm."

Listening to this, I was so angry that I said coldly: "What do you mean is that Yu Yousheng dismembered He Yaoguang?"
Chapter completed!