"Senior, don't leave. I'll tell me." Wu Xiuzhong quickly got up and pulled Jiang Suhe back.

Jiang Suhe looked at him quietly and didn't say anything.

"It's over for private settlement. The key is that there is something wrong with false proof." Wu Xiuzhong finally spoke.

"Has been discovered?"

"Yes." Wu Xiuzhong nodded.

"Xin Zimo was discovered by the store manager when he went to the pharmacy to pre-order the medicine with a fake medicine list."

"Tell me more carefully."

"Originally, Xin Zimo's diagnosis was about schizophrenia, but the medicine list prescribed by the doctor was a cold medicine with a strange name."

"Then when he went to prescribe the medicine, the store manager found out that he was doing fake certificates."

Jiang Suhe understood the whole story of the incident this time, "So the store manager was so full of justice that he reported to you?"

Wu Xiuzhong nodded repeatedly.

"Then let Xin Zimo continue to use the money to settle it privately with the store manager."

After hearing this, Wu Xiuzhong smiled bitterly: "It's not that simple. The store manager happened to be the leader of the illegitimate child of the female idol."

Jiang Suhe's face was strange, and he looked like he wanted to laugh but was holding it hard.

Wu Xiuzhong sighed: "Senior, just laugh if you want to laugh."

Jiang Suhe laughed and shook his head: "Where are you shooting TV series?"

"So senior has to help me..."

Jiang Suhe smiled for a long time before his face returned to normal: "What can I help you?"

"Mainly, I don't know what to do now..."

"Let me find me for offending people, right?" Jiang Suhe laughed and scolded Wu Xiuzhong with annoyed.

"Sir, did you agree?"

"It depends on your sincerity."

Wu Xiuzhong's face stagnated and he asked carefully: "What do you want for senior?"

"I owe you first. I'll deal with this matter because you have been helping me with the previous cases."

"Who are you going to help?"

Jiang Suhe stood up impatiently: "Of course I'll help Xin Zimo."

"He has money."

Of course Wu Xiuzhong knew what to do, but...

When Jiang Suhe saw Wu Xiuzhong's face was entangled, he patted him on the shoulder: "Are you still considering the sense of justice?"

Wu Xiuzhong didn't speak, but Jiang Suhe knew what he was thinking.

Jiang Suhe smiled: "It's been a prosecutor for several years."

"You look quite like me." Jiang Suhe looked directly at Wu Xiuzhong's eyes and found that there seemed to be something indescribable.

Jiang Suhe is too familiar with it.

It's a sense of justice.

It is a sense of justice that has not yet disappeared.

"I have also heard of my original deeds." Jiang Suhe sat down in his seat and mentioned the past to Wu Xiuzhong.

Wu Xiuzhong nodded slightly, but his eyes were a little distracted: "I've heard it."

"How is it? Did you admire me very much at that time?" Jiang Suhe smiled happily, "How come you feel brave now?"

"I'm still not young now."

Wu Xiuzhong nodded again and said, "It was not just me at that time, but also your juniors from Seoul University, who also admired you very much."

Observing Jiang Suhe's face, Wu Xiuzhong said tentatively: "You are the first prosecutor to sit in the chief position within five years."

Wu Xiuzhong breathed a sigh of relief without touching Jiang Suhe's pain, but he felt a strange feeling of loss in his heart.

"What about now?" Jiang Suhe asked with interest.

"I should be the only one left."

"You still admire me?"

"I don't know..." Wu Xiuzhong lowered his head, Jiang Suhe couldn't see his face changing clearly, "I don't know if he admired the senior or just the senior at that time.

He gritted his teeth: "Or it's just the achievements made by his predecessors."

"I really don't know."

Jiang Suhe pursed his dry lips: "What do you think is the most important thing to be a prosecutor?"

"just."

"rigorous."

"sense of justice."

Wu Xiuzhong thought for a while and said several abstract definitions.

Jiang Suhe waved his hand: "I know why you have the ability but haven't promoted it."

"You are like me at that time. You just thought that the prosecutor just needed to handle the case."

"Isn't that the case?" Wu Xiuzhong's tone trembled.

"You have understood in your heart for a long time." Jiang Suhe raised his head and looked at Wu Xiuzhong.

"Just don't want to admit it."

"Really speaking, prosecutors who have been in the industry for a few years have long been in a state of ease."

"As for you," Jiang Suhe looked up and down, "There are only a few friends of the same period."

Wu Xiuzhong shook his head: "No one."

Jiang Suhe was interested: "Then you are even worse than me at that time."

"I had a subordinate at that time..."

Jiang Suhe suddenly thought of the little girl who had been following his butt, and his face stuttered: "It's better not to mention it."

The scene became silent.

Wu Xiuzhong said with a tough forehead: "I still want to keep a little sense of justice, and someone must stick to something."

Jiang Suhe's mouth trembled slightly, as if he was patient.

but……

"The sense of justice is nothing!"

"Do you think it's enough to handle a case by just a sense of justice?"

"Do you think the case only needs to find the murderer?"

"Not fucking useless."

"Of course, it's not that the murderer is a powerful person, you don't dare to arrest him, but that you can't arrest him."

"There is nothing to do with the sense of justice. Money is the boss!"

Jiang Suhe's sudden outbreak caught Wu Xiuzhong off guard.

Seeing Wu Xiuzhong's confused performance, Jiang Suhe slowed down his tone again:

"Hurry up and put away your pitiful sense of justice."

"Stop being used as a gun anymore."

"otherwise……"

Jiang Suhe stood up, "There will only be regrets left."

Turn around and leave.

Wu Xiuzhong sat in the seat and rubbed his hair with both hands.

He didn't want to believe what Jiang Suhe said today, but there seemed to be a voice in his mind warning him that what Jiang Suhe said was correct.

Wu Xiuzhong didn't know when he could hold on, just as Jiang Suhe said that his pitiful sense of justice was useless.

It is impossible to even give yourself some spiritual comfort.

He has been in the industry for a long time. Of course, he knows the filthiness and filthiness in the industry. It is not the first time he has encountered something like Xin Zimo, but it is the first time he has dealt with it himself.

Wu Xiuzhong knew that sometimes a little tolerance could make him go smoother, but his remaining sense of justice that had not yet been erased was still shiny.

Own……
To be continued...