"Pah!"

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

Newspapers were thrown onto the desk, with extreme words on them attracting the attention of Hong Kong citizens:

["Why did Daddy kill me?" The fortune-teller talked to the ghost and exposed the truth of the murder case! ]

[West Kowloon girl Zhu Ge said there was another hidden story in the case, and the truth kept turning around! It actually pointed to 'it'? ]

[The 19-year-old son-killing devil father had such a tragic past! Terrible! ]

[Is the poisonous father Mr. Wang innocent? Exclusive revelation from our newspaper】

【Poisonous father's neighbor, Granny Wang, said: He is really strong and powerful, and he once came to my room——】

Some of the contents in this stack of newspapers completely ignore the truth, just like writing a novel; some are so outrageous that they seem to be writing erotic passages, shameless to the extreme; some, although divergent based on the real situation, are also frowning.

Guo Yongyao opened them and read them one by one, then put them into a pile and threw them aside.

I don't know if Detective Yi Jiayi is born with a fire-prone physique, but any case related to her always seems to cause a stir in the media circle.

This makes Guo Yongyao suffer. Most of the time, he has no idea how the case is developing, and he is unsure. Facing these reports, he will be really anxious.

In the case where the development is unclear, he dare not make a rash statement and can only wait and see.

When he turned his head and looked at the bright sky outside the window, he felt inexplicably panicked, as if the typhoon had never left and would come back again.

...

After pulling Wang Weiya out of despair, the detectives of Team B began to work in two directions:

1. Find evidence of Wang Weiya's innocence. The key point is the female witness who swore in her confession that she saw Wang Weiya untying the rope;

2. Collect all the evidence about the black-hearted inflatable house merchants who ignored the safety of customers and arbitrarily replaced the ropes, including even the report of the inflatable house supplier on the risk and responsibility analysis of this product;

if you want to do it, you must do it foolproof, which is what Fang Zhenyue told her when she was in the early days of the Yi Jin team.

Hong Kong law stipulates that if the prosecutor loses the trial, even if they can file a lawsuit again next time, they cannot file a lawsuit on the same charge.

Therefore, perhaps less than sufficient evidence is enough to convict the defendant, but the police must be fully prepared!

After another full day of evidence collection, when night falls, everyone suddenly realizes that it is time to call it a day. When they are a little hungry, they look up and find that the B team office is full of people. Everyone is sorting out the confessions, information and reports, sorting out the logic and thinking, for fear that there are still loopholes in these evidences.

After looking at each other for a few times, Jiayi smiled and said, "Let's go eat first."

Fang Zhenyue also stood up, stretched his waist, and called everyone, "Let's go eat meat, and bring Wang Weiya with you to cheer him up."

So everyone set out in a mighty manner, thinking about what to eat in the evening and what to pack after dinner.

The night sky was very beautiful that night. The sky was very clear because of the wind. All the dirty air was washed by the typhoon and rainstorm. Everything was very clean. Looking from afar, it seemed that you could see through the entire universe and stars.

Everyone was busy and slept well all night, but they didn't expect that the first day of the public opinion field would change again.

The jury system gives public opinion a certain amount of power, and those who control the right to speak can also turn the channels into shopping malls, selling advertising space while even selling public opinion and the truth.

In the eyes of some people, money is more important than anything else.

Those people with ulterior motives use the money they earn through dirty means to buy dirty hearts, convey false truths to the people, and completely distort the facts.

Those tongues are sharper than swords and more lethal than artillery fire.

They dug up Wang Weiya's father, a man who wandered among many women and survived by getting under the skirts of rich women. He had a good appearance, but stank inside.

What good can the offspring of such a man be? Two generations of Mr. Wang, one is a jerk, the other is a murderer. It can be said that the disciple is better than the master. The former just ignored his wife and children, while the latter killed his own son with his own hands. There are

also newspapers that Wang Weiya was caught stealing things when he was in the second grade of junior high school by the owner of a small shop opposite the school. The boss swore that Wang Weiya was a bastard who was bad from the root. He stole when he was young and killed people when he grew up. This is inevitable. There are

also people who claim to be Wang Weiya’s female classmates, saying that Mr. Wang, who killed his own son, had secretly hidden in the women’s toilet to do bad things when he was in school.

There was even a tabloid that reported in great detail that Mrs. Wang, Zhang Mouyu, had illicit relationships with multiple men, and that the child looked very different from Wang Weiya. The child was definitely the child of one of the men Zhang Mouyu had cheated with, not Wang Weiya's own flesh and blood! This is exactly why Wang Weiya wanted to kill the child - no man can be calm and peaceful after working so hard as a turtle.

They don't understand Wang Weiya, nor do they care what kind of person she is. For the sake of money, these copywriters sold their souls, treated the deepest pain of others as a joke, and randomly compiled it into an article to be published for those who also don't understand Wang Weiya.

In one day, it seemed that everyone in Hong Kong began to have ill will towards Wang Weiya.

That little turtle born from a duck should be sentenced to death! How could such a person be innocent?

That thief! Damn it! My wallet was stolen by such a person! They all deserve to go to hell.

It was the same early morning, and the desk in front of him was also full of newspapers. This time, Guo Yongyao's face was not just hesitant, but his face was livid.

Holding these newspapers, he personally went downstairs, walked into the office of Group B, and went straight to Jiayi, throwing all the newspapers on the table.

"What should I do? Others have mobilized public opinion, and look at this information. Each one has conclusive evidence, and both witnesses and material evidence point out that Wang Weiya is trash." Guo Yongyao was so thirsty that he turned around and picked up a cup of coffee from the desk of Group B. He felt some strength after taking a sip. He rubbed his hair and looked at Yi Jiayi helplessly.

Officer Yi also looked unhappy, with a sullen look between his brows and flames rising in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Yi Jiayi finally raised her head after drinking half of Mr. Guo's coffee. A hint of coldness hung on the corners of her lips, and she said coldly:

"Mr. Guo, didn't you say before that many big newspapers wanted to do an interview with me and called you every day to ask you to intercede with me?"

The black-hearted businessman who sells inflatable houses wants to start a public debate, so he must have made a wrong calculation.

This group of bastards who don't treat people as human beings just because they have a little money. Don't you even look at the name of the person standing in the enemy camp!

"I promised. As of today, I can arrange for several newspapers. You see." Jiayi stood up straight, pressed a stack of newspapers on the table, and nodded, saying, "But forget about these rubbish newspapers."

"Really?" Guo Yongyao rolled his eyes and then said, "Do you want to express your position in the interview? The case has not yet been heard in court, so you can't make a definite judgment."

As an inspector of the Public Relations Department, Guo Yongyao certainly hopes that the popular female sergeant can stand up to be the image of the police force and help him promote the police force, but he will not let Yi Jiayi do something that violates the regulations.

The police can have their own stance, but they cannot express this in interviews with formal media.

Once she appears in public opinion, she will not represent herself, but the entire Hong Kong police force.

"Don't worry, Mr. Guo, I will only speak the truth about the information that can be announced to the public now. If it violates the rules, I won't say a word." She is no longer the ignorant and timid policewoman. Now she has been to many occasions with Mr. Guo, and even participated in press conferences twice. She has already known what to say and what not to say.

"But I have a request." Jiayi added.

"You say." Guo Yongyao nodded, took out a notebook, and prepared to record it carefully.

As long as Yi Jiayi is willing, he can help her coordinate any request. Since the beginning of the year, Yi Jiayi's story has been hot for such a long time, and it has not yet subsided. She is still too mysterious in front of the public. Too many people want to know more about the story of this too-young female police officer. Why did she become a police officer? What is her personality like? What is her favorite color? What is her favorite food? And how can they be like her?

"I hope that every media that interviews me can also interview people who know Wang Weiya, and then record the description of Wang Weiya by those people. It is not to expose this murderer, but to let those who curse him know what he really looks like." Jiayi does not want to engage in public debates. It is like a verbal battle, which is meaningless.

But since the other party has made such a dirty move, she is not afraid to fight with it.

Many people have justice in their hearts and think that they will be fine if they are not wrong.

But in this world, there are too many people in power who do not have the ability to distinguish right from wrong in everything.

Some defenses must be fought and shouted by yourself, and some truths must be spoken, without the slightest laziness.

Just like Yue Fei, he had no intention of rebelling, and he was not afraid of his own shadow because he was upright, so he was particularly open-minded. However, he did not think about the evil and stupidity of human nature.

If it was her own matter, Jiayi might just think about it and forget about it, and was too lazy to waste time to argue with others. But this was a work matter, a case matter, and she seemed to have become a different person, more sincere and tough, and not giving in at all.

After the agreement, Mr. Guo went to arrange the interview, and Jiayi called Wang Weiya and asked him to wait at home, not to read too many newspapers, and not to feel scared at all.

With the police, we must believe that justice stands on the side of the innocent, and they will not lose.

The other detectives of Team B were also assigned tasks by Jiayi. Everyone began to sort out the final case in an orderly manner. They were determined to organize all the information tonight and hand it over to the Department of Justice together with the Commercial Crime Investigation Department tomorrow to sue the unscrupulous merchants.

Jiayi sat in the interview room arranged by Guo Sir for her all day, meeting one media person after another, patiently being interviewed, and occasionally cooperating to take some photos.

After interviewing Jiayi, these media people would be taken by Fang Zhenyue to those people related to Wang Weiya, or taken to the vicinity of Wang Weiya's residence to interview those enthusiastic neighbors, or taken to Wang Weiya's workplace to interview enthusiastic co-workers...

Throughout the day, the reporters recorded many interviews, recorded many inspiring words, and took many interview images and photos.

They had two tasks, one was to write about the [Inflatable House Murder Case], and the other was to write about an interview with Yi Shazhan.

In order to make this article special enough, these reporters would also do more novel angles to get to the bottom of Wang Weiya. Some went to the smelly house where Wang Weiya's mother lived, got Wang Weiya's childhood photos, and took faded book notes.

Some also ate Yi Ji every meal, observed the state of Yi's family, experienced the atmosphere of Yi Jiayi Shazhan's life, contacted Yi Jiayi's relatives and friends, and sketched Yi Jiayi as a flesh-and-blood person from the side.

The next day, the [Inflatable House Murder Case] ​​was handed over to the Department of Justice, successfully filed a case, and began to promote legal procedures.

The major newspapers also started a war of showing off their skills - some of them rely on exclusivity, some rely on sharp writing and interesting writing style, some rely on enough photos, and some rely on unique angles...

Articles that slander the suspect are still emerging one after another, and the newspapers that convey the truth are also unwilling to be outdone.

In the past few days, citizens only felt like they were in Rashomon

. For the same person and the same thing, each newspaper had a different angle and different descriptions. It seemed that every story was true, but it also seemed that none of them were true. But day after day, the competition in the newspaper industry gradually became different.

Those fabricated lies, no matter how eye-catching and extreme they were, lacked real content to support them, and became more and more suspended and scarce. Gradually, it became clear that there were no stories to write and no content to edit.

However, the real reports are becoming more and more abundant. The texts built on the truth, even if they are simple, seem simple and not boring. The stories of the "child killer" in childhood, adolescence, school, work, and even love stories are full of details, some of which are even very detailed, but seem real. The

most touching one is the story of how Mr. Wang and Mrs. Wang met and fell in love. The woman who kept crying and asking "How could he do such a thing?" and "Why did he kill Kun Zai" gradually came to her senses. She wiped her tears, tidied her hair, put on clean clothes, and met police officers and reporters one after another with strength. She cheered up, recalled the past seriously, and tried to narrate the facts.

Gradually, she began to believe Wang Weiya, and she realized that her man was not such a murderous devil.

She had already lost her son, and she was determined to stand up bravely and protect her man.

Perhaps in the days to come, because of this suffering, because of these indelible memories, she could no longer go on with him, but at least, she didn't want to watch him fall into the abyss of guilt and malice. She could no longer save her son, but she could still accumulate strength to help her man.

A week passed, two weeks passed, and Yi Jiayi's report was drowned in more and more reports about Wang Weiya.

In the early morning, Jiayi held a newspaper and stood at the door of Guo Yongyao's office, leaning against the door frame and the sunlight, reading the newspaper with a smile.

Mr. Guo handed him a cup of tea and teased Yi Shazhan, who had fought alongside him for many days, "How can you be so happy when you are not as popular as Mr. Wang?"

"A true and moving story is of course more attractive than a fake fairy." Jiayi raised her head, her eyes sparkling. She was just an ordinary person who worked a little harder, and it was impossible for her to be more charming than Mr. Wang, who was burdened with tragedy.

This was what Jiayi had expected. Since public opinion was determined to suppress that poor man and to push the teenager who was already struggling in the quagmire to the bottom of the quagmire, she had to give it a try and praise him.

He was still a small person, but he was the most touching small person who tried hard to grasp hope.

He lit up the sympathy of the citizens of Hong Kong, aroused everyone's compassion, and made everyone who had nothing to do with him have a common desire - to restore his innocence and not let the poor child suffer more hardships.

There has never been a person like Wang Wei-ya who made so many people have such a unified wish at the same time.

People are far less concerned about the fate of the heroine in the prime-time TV series than about the fate of Wang Wei-ya.

The word "real" is enough to support a good story.

All Hong Kong citizens are immersed in this story, chasing it every day, unable to extricate themselves.

On the morning of the trial, the Public Relations Department, which has nothing to do with criminal investigation, also went to the court.

The latest newspaper left on the desk of Sir Guo's office has a big and bold headline, which is very eye-catching -

"In the flames of misery, ignite the spark of hope"!

…

In the court, Jiayi saw the legal person of the unscrupulous business who refused to admit his guilt, the front desk rental service staff who actively cooperated with the police, and the manager who had been vague and optimistic about the decision to replace the ropes.

Each of them had a timid expression on their face, and their gray faces showed that they knew in their hearts that the situation was over.

The evidence was complete, and there were so many witnesses that the trial of this case lasted an unprecedentedly long time. The defendant also had no chance of winning in terms of public opinion. The jury had seen too many reports and stories from different angles and different arguments, and decided to abandon all influences and only look at the legal evidence and testimony during the trial process to make a purely rational judgment.

During the trial, Wang Weiya sat on a small stool, curled up stiffly.

His naturally curly short hair was cut very neatly. He inherited his father and mother's handsome looks, but under the torture of sadness and anxiety, he looked even more pitiful and sigh-worthy.

When the gavel hit the table, the defendant, the unscrupulous businessman, was completely defeated, and the whole audience burst into a unanimous roar.

Justice will eventually triumph over evil.

Nie Weiyan, the chief editor of the Orange Daily, remained seated even as people around him stood up and were stopped by the guards.

He was concentrating on writing in a notebook:

[This lawsuit seems to have gathered the strength of all Hong Kong citizens. Those emotions of justice, enthusiasm, compassion and kindness have gathered into a huge wave, defeating the evildoers.

When the case was settled, I reflected on the power of public opinion. As a writer who can manipulate public opinion, I felt greater responsibility and pressure.

It also warned everyone who reads and listens to be careful of those sentences that manipulate people's hearts and to retain absolute independence and sober judgment. We must be the east wind that inspires the sails, not the knife that pierces the sails.

The victory of this public opinion war is the victory of justice, the victory of powerful public opinion protecting the weak, and the victory of the truth and the truth that cannot be corrupted by wealth and wealth...】

When he recorded all the inspirational sentences and raised his pen, he felt someone walking by, bringing a small fresh breeze. The fresh smell and the high-spirited gait of Yuguang scanning the documents seemed familiar, so he turned around and saw the female police officer who was as cheerful as a flower, chatting and laughing with her colleague detectives.

It turned out to be her. During the interview, he had smelled that kind of breath, fresh, with a certain spiritual energy that could make people who were with her feel relaxed, happy, and as if they also had the same vigorous vitality.

It was Yi Jiayi Shazhan.

He unconsciously picked up the camera hanging on his chest and took a picture of her back.

The policewoman faced the sun outside with her back to him. The golden light was embedded all over her body, outlining her slender and powerful body lines.

"So pretty." He whispered softly when he put down the camera. Just looking at her, it seemed that he had already felt the hot sunshine outside and the refreshing sea breeze.

...

Surrounded by reporters, Wang Weiya cleared his grievances and watched the black-hearted businessman who killed his son being brought to justice.

He seemed to be redeemed when he walked into the sunshine.

Freedom, he regained his freedom.

Walking into the blue sky and seeing the vast sea behind the building, a certain string in his body suddenly broke, and when he came to his senses, his face was already full of tears.

There was pain in the tears, but also a completely released, extra-strong smile.

His hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and when he wiped the tears, he accidentally shook the ash onto his face, and his face was covered with dirt.

Live, live...