Chapter 802 Su Miao Extra Chapter 74
Song Hansheng thought it through, and no one could persuade him. He had already dealt with the money in his name, and only 80 million was left.
When Song Hansheng was imprisoned, the Song Group was gone. The people in the group had already left and scattered, and were taken over by others to continue their former glory.
The assistant who had been following Song Hansheng stayed with him in the hospital for two days. When he learned that Song Hansheng only had 80 million left on him, he thought that Song Hansheng was saving it for use after he was released from prison.
Eighty million is enough for a person to live comfortably for the rest of his life. Many people cannot earn ten million in their entire life.
But unexpectedly, Song Hansheng spent it all in a blink of an eye, and no one knew what he used it for.
After being hospitalized for forty days, July 10th was the day when Song Hansheng went to court to announce the verdict.
There were many reporters standing at the door that day. At eight o'clock, Song Hansheng was taken to court by two policemen. He was wearing a blue-black prison uniform and had a bald head with a very obvious scar on it. More than a month after the operation, his hair had not grown back. Only vague black spots could be seen, just like the stubble on his chin.
His hands were handcuffed, and the chains rustled with each step he took.
Song Hansheng is as depressed as he can be now, like a stray dog that everyone wants to kill.
Song Hansheng lowered his head. Besides the voices of people, there were also the sounds of cameras filming and flashes of light around him.
Only after entering did it become completely quiet. Song Hansheng raised his eyes to look at a bird flying outside the window. He looked in the direction the bird flew, and his gaze paused after he saw the crowd outside.
Song Hansheng's eyes went from dark to bright for a moment, and finally turned into silent darkness again.
He was hallucinating again. Just now, when he glanced at the crowd outside, he actually saw Su Miao inside.
How could it be Su Miao? Su Miao is already dead.
The judge took his seat and struck the gavel to open the court. A series of procedures passed quickly. Song Hansheng did not say a word or listen during the whole process until the trial result came out and the judge sentenced him to life imprisonment.
He killed someone, but the person he killed was a prisoner in a mental hospital. He thought he would be given a lighter sentence, but he didn't expect it would be life imprisonment. That means he will never be able to leave prison for the rest of his life, and his every move will be under surveillance. What's the difference between this and being dead for Song Hansheng?
For him, this was more painful than death. From the moment Su Miao's death was announced, Song Hansheng lost his soul. He was alive now just to complete the mission.
"Song Hansheng, reflect on your mistakes in prison."
There were too many people, and I didn't know who said this. Song Hansheng blinked his dry eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and replied lightly, "Okay."
I didn't expect that he could still laugh at this time.
Everyone present thought that this result would make Song Hansheng depressed, but he smiled in this desperate situation. Facing this smile, those who originally wanted to ridicule and mock him were unable to say anything.
They witnessed a man's rise and fall, falling from the sky into the mud. The Song Hansheng in front of them is 33 years old this year. 30 years old is the beginning of many people's lives. At the age of 30, many people have established a family.
But Song Hansheng lost everything this year. He had no career and no home. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, and deep fatigue was imprinted on his face.
The police officer next to him pushed him and said, "Let's go."
Song Hansheng was escorted out of the court. When he got into the car, he looked up at the crowd he had seen before, but there was nothing.
Today's sky is still clear, cloudless, and blue and lonely.
Several police officers beside him escorted him closely and asked him to get on the car quickly. They didn't know when the surroundings became crowded.
Song Hansheng reacted belatedly and looked over. He was faced with cameras and microphones. A group of reporters surrounded him and asked him all kinds of questions.
The flash lights kept focusing on him, and there was a constant "clicking" sound in his ears. Song Hansheng squinted his eyes slightly, his brain was a little cloudy, and there was a dull pain in the place where the operation had been performed.
He glanced at the people watching the excitement not far away, holding empty bottles in their hands. He thought that if there were no police stopping them, they would probably throw them at him.
Song Hansheng's memory is sometimes good and sometimes bad. He can't remember what he should remember, but things he shouldn't think about appear in his brain.
For example, when he thought about the fall of the Su family, the scene was exactly the same as it is now.
The corners of Song Hansheng's mouth turned up, bitterness mixed with self-mockery.
"Song Hansheng, don't cry now. There's no use crying. Things have come to this point. Once you go in, you should reflect on yourself and reform yourself. Maybe after a long time, you will be given a reduced sentence..." said the police officer who was escorting him.
Crying? Me? Song Hansheng lifted his heavy wrist and rubbed his face with the back of his hand. His hand became wet. What was this? He stared blankly at the water stain on the back of his hand.
When he lowered his head, more and more water stains appeared on the back of his hands, and some of them fell onto the handcuffs.
His vision was blurred and he stared for a long time before coming to his senses. He actually started crying in public. How embarrassing!
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