The look Mu Mian gave them was cruel and resentful.
Song Ci felt a chill run down her spine as she stared at him, her lips moving nervously. Song Fei covered Song Ci's eyes with hers, "Don't look, it's a dirty look."
Song Ci quickly closed his eyes.
Mu Mian looked deeply at Song Fei, who had a look of contempt.
His initial premonition was right. This Song Fei was truly a rare talent. She had enough patience, deep scheming, and the courage to fight without fear of death.
Mu Mian had been in the detention center for such a long time, and he had thought countless times about why his careful plan failed and where he went wrong.
He was not stupid and quickly figured out the problem.
This Song Fei, I'm afraid, was just pretending from the beginning. She deliberately fell into the trap and dragged him into the deep pit she dug for him. Poor him, he was full of confidence, but he actually fell into Song Fei's trap from the beginning!
Women are so cruel and ruthless.
"Walk!"
The police pulled Mu Mian, and Mu Mian only had time to take a quick look at Su Beibei before he was taken into the court.
Su Beibei popped a piece of gum into her mouth. Ever since she quit smoking, gum had become her go-to staple. She pointed in the direction Mu Mian had disappeared and said, "He's so unrepentant, he deserves a beating."
Song Ci looked at the direction where Mu Mian disappeared with complicated eyes, feeling sad.
How could someone be so completely evil?
-
At 9:40, the trial officially began.
The High People's Court held just one trial this morning, and there were quite a few people present: prosecutors, witnesses, defense lawyers, and jurors...
There are about twenty people in total.
Just as the interrogation was about to begin, the door was opened again, and a delicate woman wearing a Chanel jacket with a large lapel walked in slowly.
The person who came was Mu Qiu, who had not appeared in public for a long time. She looked thin, but her complexion was much more energetic. A healthy heart brought her health and vitality.
Mu Qiu lowered his head slightly, found a random seat and sat down, without saying a word, quietly.
Song Ci glanced at Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu noticed Song Ci's gaze, but did not react at all. She was like a blind person, hiding in her own world and pretending to be deaf and dumb.
Many people also recognized Mu Qiu and looked at her with complicated eyes.
Finally, the trial began.
"Bring the criminal Mu Mian."
Mu Mian was escorted into the courtroom by a bailiff, handcuffed on his wrists and shackled on his ankles. After being brought into the courtroom, he raised his head and glanced calmly around at the people in the seats.
When he saw his daughter, Mu Qiu, the calmness on Mu Mian's face vanished. His eyes flickered, his lips moved slightly, and he quickly turned around with a guilty conscience.
He was too embarrassed to see Mu Qiu.
Mu Qiu also looked at Mu Mian. Seeing that her father had lost a lot of weight and was still handcuffed and shackled, her heart ached. She couldn't tell whether it was Du Tingting who was feeling the pain or herself.
One charge after another was thrown at Mu Mian, and his defense lawyer had to make a reasonable and fair argument for him in accordance with professional ethics.
But the lawyer's argument still failed to change the outcome of the trial.
When the verdict of "the criminal Mu Mian was sentenced to death with immediate execution and deprivation of political rights for life" was heard, no one cheered or cried.
They just breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief.
After hearing the verdict, Mu Qiu just sat there in a daze, with a buzzing sound in his ears.
After Mu Mian was taken away from the court, Mu Qiu seemed to come to his senses, stood up, opened the door and ran towards Mu Mian.
"dad!"
Mu Qiu screamed in surprise and Mu Mian stopped.
The bailiffs exchanged glances and didn't drag Mu Mian away by force. Mu Mian turned back and looked at Mu Qiu standing in front of the courtroom. His lips trembled for a moment, and finally he shed tears of regret.
"Qiu Qiu'er." Mu Mian told Mu Qiu in a trembling voice: "Qiu Qiu'er, you must live well. Don't be like your father. You must carry your mother's heart and live well!"
Mu Qiu burst into tears, "Dad, what should I do? What should I do?" Mom is dead, Dad is about to be executed, and Brother Mo doesn't want her anymore. What should she do?
Mu Mian looked at his daughter crying helplessly, and all kinds of feelings surged in his heart. At that moment, he suddenly felt very regretful.
If only everything could happen again!
"Let's go!"
The bailiff forcibly took Mu Mian away.
Mu Mian was escorted to Wangdong No. 1 Prison, awaiting review by the Supreme People's Court. However, Mu Mian's case was so consequential, and with so many lives lost, the Supreme People's Court's verdict was unlikely to change.
Sitting in the car, Mu Mian tilted his head and looked out the window, and couldn't help but think of a question -
If he could do it all over again, would he really choose a different path?
No, he will still follow the old path.
Good people always choose the path of goodness from the beginning. Evil people always want to take shortcuts and commit crimes. If the roots of a tree are rotten, the tree will die sooner or later. The same is true for people.
-
On the third day of Mu Mian's imprisonment, he was suddenly notified that someone was coming to visit him.
Mu Mian thought it was Mu Qiu. When he arrived at the meeting room and saw Song Ci, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes in vigilance. A weasel coming to pay New Year's greetings to the chicken?
Song Ci wore a burgundy woolen trench coat and had cut off her hair extensions, leaving her medium-length hair just reaching her shoulders. She sat elegantly on a stool in the meeting room, looking strikingly beautiful.
Mu Mian sat down calmly in his seat. "You're here," Mu Mian said expressionlessly, "Are you here to see me laugh?"
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