Zhu Yucheng was sitting in the small room of the Security Bureau, feeling like he couldn't stretch his legs and feet.
It was just after midsummer, but it was still very hot in Yancheng in early autumn. The small rooms were cramped and filled with the smell of smoke and sweat.
Zhu Yucheng also had a thin layer of sweat on his temples, purely due to the stuffy heat in the room.
He was irritated by the heat. He was constrained because the table and chair were too short and he couldn't straighten his legs. He felt very uncomfortable.
Ma Youluo, who was sitting opposite, seemed calm and calm.
She has very thick hair, which is now tied into a ponytail, and a strand hanging down from her temples is also wet with sweat.
Without makeup, her face was too pale, but her eyes were ordinary.
There was neither depression nor joy, just like the calm after a battle and victory.
"...Where did the gun come from?"
Zhu Yucheng asked this as the first sentence he spoke.
Ma Youluo: “Bought on the black market.
I bought it more than a year ago, I didn't steal it from you."
Zhu Yucheng: "More than a year?"
The two of them have only been together for a few months, and Ma Youluo's gun has been hidden for more than a year...
She was already prepared!
"Why kill?"
Zhu Yucheng asked her.
Ma Youluo: "I don't want to say it."
Zhu Yucheng snorted: "You will be shot."
Only then did she look at him, with a thin and weak light in her eyes, which was a hint of hope: "My eldest son, you promised me before that no matter what happens in the future, you will protect me from death."
Zhu Yucheng: "..."
The promise made at that time was hard to hear but not true to heart.
How could she, a good daughter of a rich family and a top student at Yancheng University, reach the stage of "death"?
Zhu Yucheng never expected this.
He was plotted.
"Does your word still count?"
she asked.
"Do you still know that you are afraid of death?"
"My classmates all said that I can have a good future.
They all said so.
I want to know if I have."
she said.
Zhu Yucheng: "Tell me, why did you kill?"
The light in Ma Youluo's eyes faded little by little.
Her eyes looked old for no reason, and then returned to normal.
Zhu Yucheng felt that his heart was swelling.
My legs that couldn't be straightened and my heart that was curled up wanted to explode.
He slammed his glasses out with a loud bang.
The figure in the line of sight is a bit blurry, but can be seen clearly.
The eldest son of the Qing Gang without glasses, his eyes are not clear, but a little sincere.
He pushed the chair away with force, stood up, took a few steps, and coldly told Ma Youluo: "You have committed a serious crime, and you should wait for the judgment of the law."
Ma Youluo raised his eyes and looked at him again: "Young Master, please..."
"I can not help you."
He said coldly.
You don't trust me, but you want my help. Am I so cheap?
You have been using me, not just for your future, but for your survival!
What a plan!
A woman who has studied has such a flexible mind, but unfortunately she is not on the right track.
"good."
Ma Youluo agreed in a low voice, "Then, I withdraw my previous request.
Young Master, just pretend that I have never asked you."
Zhu Yucheng slammed the door and left.
He met Yun Qiao and his wife in the lobby.
Yun Qiao wanted to say something to him, but Zhu Yucheng pursed his lips tightly, just nodded to her and Xi Lanting, and walked away quickly.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting entered the small visiting room together.
When Ma Youluo saw her, his eyes turned red inexplicably.
"...People from the Security Bureau, did they beat you?"
Yun Qiao asked her.
Ma Youluo shook his head and burst into tears: "I'm sorry Yun Qiao."
"No, don't say anything sorry to me."
"You asked me to come to you if I have something to do.
It happened so suddenly that I didn't care.
I have made you worry, and also made other classmates who care about me worry."
Mayuluo said.
Yun Qiao held her hand.
"...I will find a way to at least delay the trial and see if there is any room for maneuver."