"That's his exact words. He's dead. Court-martialed."
After Ayi finished speaking, he lowered his head again. Shuoyu pinched his shoulder with one hand, making him scream.
"What are you doing?"
After Shuo Yu released his hand, he looked at the group of people who were squatting, standing, or lying down.
"I didn't do anything. Where did the law come from? What law? That law stipulates that he must die? And then, after all, he brought us all and saved so many people. Why must he die? He can't die. He can't die."
"That's right, it's very simple. When we get to court, say something nice to me, or I'll kill him! I mean, on the spot, right there!"
Milong smashed a brick with great force, and the brick hit the face of Cropper who was sleeping not far away from him, frightening him so much that he dared not even breathe. No one dared to question whether Milong would kill someone or not. His face was full of belated guilt.
Shuo Yu sighed and looked at him.
Fanla is the kind of person who is so pent up in his heart that he has to open his mouth to spread the poison. He looked at Milong with a squint.
"Excuse me, would you please give me a thumbs up?"
The white light from the door fell on Fanla's face and turned it yellowish. He used his body to block the light and looked at Milong.
Milong Benlong obviously hadn't thought about this question either. He used his not-so-smart brain to think about it and opened his mouth.
"You can erect a monument on the street and engrave something like, 'Loyalty and Martyrdom,' 'Mother-in-law's Tattoo,' or something like that..."
Before Milong finished speaking, Shuoyu raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Bean cake, beat him for me?"
"Ah?" Doubing was so surprised by the sudden call that he was a little slow to react. He raised his hands, wondering if he would be beaten or not.
"If you want to be numb, show your little brother how to beat up a guy from Northeast China!"
"Okay!" Yao Ma was very enthusiastic about beating Mi Long, and he was not vague at all. Seeing this, his good brother Bu La didn't understand it in his mind, but his body had already gone to help Yao Ma.
"No, no, no, what are you doing? Did I say something wrong?" Milong covered his head and looked at Shuoyu.
Shuo Yu gave him a ruthless look.
"Yes, I know what you want to say, but do you think this is a performance on the Northeastern stage? What about erecting a monument and engraving words, or talking about Yue Fei and Qin Hui? Brothers, don't listen to this guy's nonsense. If Yu Da Tiexue really asks you to speak, just say what's on your mind. Don't be nervous. Being nervous at this time won't help him."
"Is that so? Young Master?"
Shuo Yu closed the open door behind Meng Fanle, and like an old monkey picking lice from a young monkey, he scratched his head, trying to see what kind of big lice had drilled into his head. Why couldn't he think of something better at this time?
Ayi also agreed, it has to be a trial, not some messy thing, it has to be done reasonably, okay?
Everyone knew who Shuoyu was talking about, a guy they had just met, a guy whose death even the most heartless among them would cry for.
Everyone was silent, organizing their words as best they could according to Shuoyu's request, because Shuoyu felt that even if they were asked to speak, they would not be given too much time to speak, so they should think carefully before speaking, to avoid having a blank mind and not being able to remember anything.
"Everyone, just think more about the good things about that guy and less about his bad things. I mean, he really is a good person, right? At least a good person shouldn't die like that. So many bullets fired at Nantianmen didn't kill that guy, and we..."
Meng Fanle blocked Shuoyu's mouth in time when he wanted to say something else, because even Shuoyu himself did not realize that his voice was crying. He was always a soft-hearted guy. Everyone here had benefited from him.
Shuo Yu covered his mouth, looking at Fanla's dirty hands that could not be washed clean no matter how hard he tried. He squinted at Fanla and asked him with his eyes, "What are you going to do?" But Fanla just did nothing. In such a situation, doing nothing is the best thing to do.
Because sadness cannot be allowed to ferment any further, it has already spread into everyone's heart.
Shuo Yu just sat there leaning against him until the court session began. He didn't know how these two incompatible words were connected, but that was the fact. A scene that Shuo Yu found absurd enough, a scene that he would doubt even in his dreams, appeared before his eyes.
Even the so-called court order is that no loud noises or moving around are allowed, and if something happens, you have to shout "report", as if they are all kindergarten students who need to be controlled.
The soldiers on both sides of the line, holding their guns as clubs, shouted "Mighty!", which made him feel that someone might shout "Justice, my people are innocent" or something like that in the next second. When he was young, he watched many similar dramas with his parents about the case-solving by Justice Bao.
The place they were taken to was a large ancestral hall in Zenda City, which had a long history. The air around them was filled with the scent of sandalwood that had permeated the place, and the smell of cigarettes that had just been lit in the hands of two worldly old men not far away, intertwined and entangled with each other.
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