"The person has been hit and killed, and it has been so long since the incident, but the police department has been saying that they are investigating and collecting evidence. Isn't the whole situation very clear?
We all know who the real owner behind that black luxury car is, and now it’s just a simple statement that the car was stolen? Do you want to completely throw away the responsibility?
He is a bad gambler, how could he be the driver? I'm afraid he can't even open the door of a luxury car of this level. Can he drive this car away? How come his family members disappeared out of thin air?
What do the police do for a living? Is this how they handle cases?"
The so-called getaway driver has been caught, and I have hired a lawyer so that I can learn about the latest developments in the case. Regarding the situation I now have, I am almost crazy and shouting at my lawyer hysterically.
"I understand your feelings very well, but you can't talk nonsense. There is no evidence for what you said." The lawyer comforted me and said some nonsense that could not solve the problem.
"I don't believe it. I just don't believe it. Can I still expect a fair verdict in the future?"
"Now that the evidence is conclusive, there is nothing we can do." The lawyer continued his ineffective persuasion.
"The evidence is conclusive, does it mean that as long as there is evidence? Does it mean that without evidence, everything will be fine?" An evil thought had already taken root in my heart.
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Today, everything has finally settled legally, and he was sentenced to seven years in prison.
But our affairs are far from finished.
Now that this rotten gambler knows the truth of the matter, since he has chosen to bear the consequences, and has chosen to bear all the charges, well, then I will help him first, and he can just go in and sit through the jail. After he comes out, I will
Find him to settle the accounts properly.
So now, the real perpetrator, since there is no fairness and justice, no law to restrain you, then let me, the family member of the victim, let you get the punishment you deserve.
I know your details very well now. You have a clothing factory in the suburbs of Huangzhou, right? You spend money to find someone to take the blame for you, right? If you have money, you can still hire people, right? I will let you die in
The place that makes you money, not only will you die, but I will also destroy the place that helps you escape legal sanctions.
On Friday, I plan to go and see the actual situation on site. This is also my first time going to a garment factory, and then decide how to proceed with my plan.
The garment factory is far away from the city. I drove out of the city early and headed towards the factory.
This is my first time walking this road. When driving a long distance, I don’t have to think about it. There must be boring and repetitive lane dividers in front of me. On both sides of the road, there should be a few high mountains in the blur. But at this time,
I was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery along the way.
I parked the car far away from the garment factory and continued the rest of the journey on foot. If I had kept driving, the journey to the garment factory would have taken about half an hour.
From morning till night, I have been squatting there, observing everything going on around the garment factory.
There is a small village near the factory. Because the road has been built near the factory, the villagers will definitely pass by this garment factory when they return home from outside the village.
The factory yard is surrounded by high walls. It is impossible to jump in. There are also dogs in the yard. There must be more than one or two dogs. It is very likely that they will not be tied up at night, so if you want to go in, just
You can only go through the main entrance.
The night shift guard at the door is a fat old man with a festive look. At first glance, he looks like the kind of good guy who won't get into trouble.
When he came today, he was walking unsteadily. He must have been drinking. No wonder, most people would be afraid of this kind of job, guarding a factory alone in the suburbs. Either they are brave enough, or they have to drink to strengthen their courage.
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I observed around here for a whole day, and after doing this squatting several times, I basically figured out some of the situation in the garment factory, as well as some important time nodes.
So I started to make my plan. Maybe it is a professional habit. I will write all the plans on paper, listing all the advantages, all the disadvantages, all emergencies and all the problems that need to be solved.
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I first wrote down the words to lure you back to the garment factory on paper. After repeated revisions, I finally decided to use the following paragraph.
"I know everything about you bumping into people. I'm near your factory now. You don't have to be afraid. I just want money. You can come back right away. I only give you one hour, otherwise I will go to the province to expose you."
I decided to do it on Friday night, because after the last bus left on Friday, there was only one guard in the entire factory. As long as he didn't see me entering the factory, nothing would happen.
We have to get this fat old man some delicious food, some wine, and find a way to make him drink happily. Add some medicine to the wine. As long as he falls asleep, the next thing will be easy.
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According to the planned time, I came to the vicinity of the garment factory and began to observe every move in the next factory area.
Today's janitor arrived at the factory together with the bus that picked up the workers from get off work. The fat man stepped out of the car and his steps were obviously more steady. He probably didn't drink today.
After a while, private cars drove out one after another. The fat uncle suddenly greeted the Mercedes-Benz sedan that came out respectfully. I know that is your car, and you are the one driving the car at this time.
The workers got on the shuttle bus one after another, and as the last shuttle bus drove out, the uncle was left alone in the factory.
The time is ripe, everything is ready, I will take action now.
I was riding a bicycle, carrying two large bags of instant meat, peanuts, and wine. I planned to pass the factory gate and ride towards the village.
I deliberately stopped at the entrance of the factory, pretended to adjust the bags on the car for a while, and then continued on the road.
I just looked in the direction of the fat uncle with my peripheral vision. The fat uncle must have been attracted by me.
But I had actually loosened the mouth of the bag, and some wine and meat fell out smoothly.
I rode in front for a while, and then I heard the fat uncle shouting from behind. The louder the fat uncle shouted, the faster I rode until I couldn't hear him anymore, until I should have disappeared from his sight.
I took a look at the things that fell. It was not too much or too little, just right.
I returned to the position where I had been observing. I looked at the fat uncle who seemed to hesitate for a while, but finally couldn't hold it back and started eating. I watched excitedly and at the same time sent the edited message to you.
Sure enough, God still has eyes. My plan is actually very uncertain. I even made several backup plans. But now things are developing smoothly according to my plan. God is really helping me.
, I must let you die today.
I looked at the uncle while looking at the time. After a while, the uncle began to doze off. I calculated the time. If you can come back normally, it should be there soon.
I came to the guard room nervously and walked slowly to the window. After repeated confirmation, the uncle was indeed asleep.
"Woof...woof...woof..."
The wolfdogs in the courtyard are performing their duties, and the fat uncle is already snoring. If he can't sleep, I really won't be able to get in smoothly.