Chapter 115 It's not that I don't report it, the time has not come
I saw He Chen walking in with two policemen.
"Both police officers must have heard what he just said."
The policeman nodded and looked a little strange. They were standing outside the door just now, but Song Zhixing's voice sounded in their ears very clearly, as if he had a trumpet.
Including all his criminal processes, very detailed.
However, looking inside, there didn't seem to be any amplification equipment.
very strange.
Also, they have never seen such a cooperative prisoner, and they all confessed before even being tried.
Probably because I didn't know they were there.
"Then take him away and deal with him impartially." Jiang Tang yawned and said casually. With a flick of his fingertips, he threw another truth talisman to him, extending the time limit and ensuring that he arrives at the court hearing.
At the last moment, everything I said was true.
Although the police also have means to find out what he has done, and they can tell even if he wants to lie, it has been more than ten years since this incident, and the dead soul should rest in peace.
So it's better not to procrastinate, and just work hard for him to cooperate more.
Seeing his son being taken away, Mr. Song came back to his senses instantly, looked at Song Chun pleadingly and said: "Chunchun, your father has been gone for many years, and there is no resurrection. Please let your uncle go.
Grandpa, please kneel down and beg you, okay?"
As he spoke, he knelt down tremblingly, his cloudy eyes full of tears.
Song Chun hugged the urn and covered her ears, as if they were her father's ears, not wanting him to hear these words.
He was killed by his own brother, and his own father said such things.
Song Chun was heartbroken beyond measure, and the expression on her face became increasingly cold.
They don't regard their family as family, so why should she be soft-hearted to them.
They don't deserve it.
Thinking of this, she turned her head away without even looking at Mr. Song. She looked at the police and said, "If you need my cooperation in anything, you can come to me at any time. I'll be here when you call."
"Um."
They were about to take Song Zhixing away when Jiang Tang suddenly stopped him, "Wait a minute."
Several people stopped and looked at her doubtfully.
Jiang Tang looked at Song Chun, his eyes fell on the urn in her hand, and said, "The evidence is still inside."
Hearing this, Song Chun trembled, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his hands began to tremble slightly.
Jiang Tang raised his hand to hold her arm.
Song Chun slowly came back to his senses and looked down at the urn in his arms, barely able to restrain the chill in his heart.
When the police heard this, they immediately stepped forward to take over the urn, opened the lid, and took out a piece of brown paper from inside while wearing gloves.
The outside of the kraft paper was still stained with white powder. He glanced at Song Chun, who was almost collapsed, and carefully used a brush to sweep the ashes into the jar bit by bit. After they were completely gone, he opened the kraft paper.
Song Chun also hugged the urn again, with deep pain in his eyes, but not a single tear fell.
They actually put the evidence in his father's ashes and made him look at the evidence that killed him every day, but they could do nothing.
They are so cruel!
Seeing them taking out the contents, Mr. Song collapsed on the ground and could no longer open his mouth to plead for mercy.
Song Zhixing also felt weak in his legs, full of panic, "Dad, please help me, I am your only son!"
Hearing this, Mr. Song held his head in pain.
It was him who was wrong.
It's all retribution.
Song Chun looked up at them, the hatred in his eyes almost eating them alive.
How can people like them have the nerve to beg for mercy!
Are they the only ones who want to live?
Doesn't her father want to?
Why do they still have the nerve to claim to be alive?
Why!
Jiang Tang raised her eyelids slightly, and suddenly held her hand. The spiritual energy flowed to her along the fingertips, suppressing the evil energy that spread around her body, and said warmly: "Chunchun, you still have your mother."
That's right, Mom.
Song Chun's eyes that were eroded by hatred slowly returned to clarity. Of course she still hated her, but she still had to take care of her mother, so nothing could happen to her.
Thinking about it, she looked at the table.
The police had also opened the brown paper and exposed the contents inside.
It's a driving recorder.
Song Chun's father was in the car at the time and recorded the entire process.
Song Zhixing only thought of this when he was about to push the car down, and hurriedly dismantled it. Before he could destroy it, the police came to the door, so he had to hide it in a hurry. Later, Mr. Song accidentally discovered it.
At that time, he beat him up and called him a wolf-hearted man, but so what, he only had one son left, would he dare to give him away?
Not only that, he also helped him hide the evidence.
If it hadn't been for the emergence of ginger candy, I'm afraid this thing would never be known to anyone.
Under the influence of the truth talisman, Song Zhixing confessed everything.
Song Chun listened word by word, feeling more and more numb and calm.
She pointed at Mr. Song on the ground and asked, "Uncle policeman, in this case, he can be regarded as an accessory."
Even if the gang leader hid evidence and failed to report what he knew, he would not be able to escape punishment.
The policeman nodded, "Forget it, he knew the details and helped hide the criminal. According to the Criminal Law, he will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years."
Hearing this, Song Chun slowly laughed, "Then please take him away too, and we won't let anyone who commits a crime go."
Hearing this, Song Zhi looked at her suddenly, "Song Chun, are you crazy? That's your biological grandfather!"
She was also completely stunned. She didn't expect that so many things would happen so early in the morning.
But in just a few minutes, her father became a murderer and her grandfather became an accessory. So what will she do in the future?
No, absolutely not!
She doesn’t want to be the daughter of a murderer!
Song Chun looked at her mockingly, really shocked by the shamelessness of these people. She said: "Then you should ask them first. When they did this, they thought that my father was their brother and son.
?"
Don't they think it's ironic to tell her about kinship at this time?
Too lazy to talk to them anymore, Song Chun tilted his head expressionlessly, with a non-negotiable expression.
Seeing this, Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then started cursing hysterically, and the words he said were extremely unpleasant.
Jiang Tang frowned and glanced at He Chen. He Chen understood and asked people to take the Song family father and son away.
Song Zhi chased after him, trying to stop him, but what was the use?
Jiang Tang looked at her with cold eyes and said calmly: "It's okay, don't worry, you will be punished like them soon."
Hearing this, Song Zhi turned around and looked over, her eyes full of hatred, and said in a hateful voice: "I didn't do anything! You have no right to punish me for any reason!"
It's really selfish.
Jiang Tang raised her lips and smiled, nodded slightly, and agreed with her words: "Indeed, you didn't break the law, and the law can't punish you. It's just that people are doing it, and God is watching. You enjoyed the benefits of Song Zhixing's killing of Song Chun's father.
, how can you feel with peace of mind that you don’t deserve to be punished?”
Even though she didn't know about this, didn't she also bully Song Chun after her father passed away? When she swiped her credit card to go shopping, wasn't she glad that he died early, and everything in the Song family belonged to them?
She cannot avoid the retribution of karma.
Since you have this cause, you must accept the effect.
Thinking about it, she glanced meaningfully at the evil spirit in her Yintang, stretched lazily, and said slowly: "It's not that I won't retaliate, the time has not yet come."