Dong Zimei, who had refused to communicate since entering the police station, was surprised when she learned that Jiang Yunyan had pleaded guilty.
"What did you say?"
Her voice was a little hoarse after not speaking for a long time.
Dong Zimei leaned forward, her tone extremely anxious, "Yunyan confessed? Why? Are you lying to me?"
Before, no matter Suman mentioned her daughter or her two husbands, she had no reaction.
Now, when Dong Zimei learned that Jiang Yunyan might be sentenced to death, she was completely thrown into disarray.
"Officer, you must be lying to me. Yunyan couldn't possibly commit suicide. Besides, he has mental problems. He killed someone out of his mind and won't be sentenced."
Seeing that she didn't cry until she saw the coffin, Su Man said coldly, "The harmful consequences caused by a mentally ill person when he is unable to recognize or control his own behavior can be exempted from criminal responsibility after being determined through legal procedures."
"But Jiang Yunyan said that he was conscious when he killed someone, which means he needs to bear legal responsibility for it."
Dong Zimei didn't believe it, or rather, she didn't want to believe it.
But when Su Man showed her the judicial results, Dong Zimei had to believe it even if she didn't want to.
Dong Zimei murmured, "How could it be, why is it like this..."
She suddenly became excited. "He's talking nonsense. He has mental problems. You can't believe what he says. I want to see him. I want to see him now!"
Su Man slammed the table and warned, "Behave yourself!"
Dong Zimei's body shook, and two lines of tears fell. Her eyes were blank and she looked distraught.
"Yunyan, why are you doing this?"
When Jiang Yunyan was arrested, Dong Zimei did not show much reaction.
She was probably certain that Jiang Yunyan could use mental illness to get away with the crime, but now Jiang Yunyan suddenly admitted that she was the one who committed the murder, which disrupted all her plans.
Dong Zimei started crying.
"Why is he so stupid?"
Look at the way she is crying, as if she is the victim.
Su Man felt disgusted. "Do you have the right to ask this question? You have ruined so many people with this pitiful face."
Dong Zimei cried and shook her head, "No, it's not like that. I just want to get along well with them."
Su Man sneered, "Get along? It's more accurate to say training. You trained them all to your liking, even your own daughter."
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