Xia Jingze has been sitting here for an hour. During this hour, the dazzling incandescent light above his head did not sting his eyes. However, when he saw the content of the photo clearly, his eyes suddenly hurt so much, as if they were hit by two knives at the same time.
It penetrated the retina and the pain made him want to cry.
He was still in the same posture, leaning back on the chair leisurely, but his clenched fists betrayed his leisure. He closed his eyes, and those unbearable photos were still flashing in front of his eyes.
My heart hurts so much.
His beauty, he has finally brought her down.
After a long silence, he slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were bright red, and his voice was as cold as a popsicle just taken out of the ice cellar: "These photos...who gave them to you?"
Seeing Xia Jingze's painful expression, Lian Jun really smiled. He also leaned on the back of his chair, very relaxed: "Young Master Ze is such a noble man who forgets things. Didn't you break Zhang Yuanwei's arm?"
Xia Jingze's pupils shrank. If the photos were given by Zhang Yuanwei to Shen Zizhuo, it would make sense. When Song Jiaren was in trouble, it was Zhang Yuanwei who arrived in time to save her, but he never thought that he would actually take these photos. I'm afraid even Song Jia
People themselves don’t know that Zhang Yuanwei did not destroy these things.
Such an intuitive and penetrating photo clearly showed the truth of Song Jiaren's abuse back then. Xia Jingze's heart ached more and more, and even breathing felt pungent.
He shouldn't be soft-hearted, he should kill Zhang Yuanwei directly, and save these photos from being taken away by Shen Zizhuo.
"Master Ze, do you think that if these photos are leaked online, will Lawyer Song become famous overnight? His traffic should be on par with you, the movie king, right? Hmm? Let me think about it, the level of sensation will be no less than that of the pornographic photos scandal, right?
.Tsk tsk, this kind of photo of a girl has been viewed by countless men, do you think Lawyer Song can withstand the rumors? Will Lawyer Song, who prides himself on self-improvement, commit suicide?"
Lian Jun's every word was like a knife, going in and out of Xia Jingze's heart. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the knife was bloody.
Xia Jingze's face was as pale as if he had lost too much blood, and suppressed anger squeezed out from between his teeth: "What do you want to do, just say it!"
Lian Jun was also happy: "It's very simple. As long as Mr. Ze admits that he takes drugs, our young master guarantees that these photos will always be a secret."
The anger on Xia Jingze's face suddenly cooled down.
What a vicious game!
Hitting the snake seven inches, Shen Zizhuo threatened Xia Jingze with Song Jiaren's reputation, and hit him seven inches.
Admitting to taking drugs would not only ruin his reputation, but also Xia's father would be implicated. Such scandals would happen again and again, and it would be difficult for Xia's father to rise to power if he wanted to.
Killing two birds with one stone can't be said to be innocuous.
But does he have a choice now?
Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety. Either choose Song Jiaren or choose his parents. There is no way to get the best of both worlds, and Shen Zizhuo will not give him a third choice.
"How about it, Mr. Ze, do you want a beauty or a father and mother?" Lian Jun seemed to appreciate the feeling of having a knife piercing someone's heart.
Xia Jingze tried to calm down and asked: "Why don't you just let me admit that I'm selling drugs? The crime of selling drugs is bigger. If it's just taking drugs, you should know very well that I can go out tomorrow at most."
"Haha." Lian Jun laughed when he heard this: "Master Ze, Master Ze, are you insulting our young master's IQ, or are you overestimating your own? Drug trafficking is not a small crime. The police can't find your source of goods, and in the end...
We can only release you due to lack of evidence. With Lawyer Song’s rich experience in criminal prosecution, it will not be difficult for you to successfully clear your name. But drug abuse is different. As long as you admit that you are a drug addict, no matter how hard others find a way to punish you,
It’s useless to cleanse yourself.”
Xia Jingze regretted Shen Zizhuo's thorough consideration. He originally wanted to make the matter bigger. The bigger the crime, the more evidence needed to be collected. Before the crime was established, he was just a suspect and had a chance to prove his innocence.
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"As for you, please stop playing tricks in front of our young master. As long as you admit that you take drugs, our young master doesn't need you to do anything else." Lian Jun slammed the table and warned Xia Jingze not to try to play tricks.
Xia Jingze clenched his fists again, knowing that he had no choice but to do as Shen Zizhuo said.
He couldn't let these photos of Song Jiaren be exposed. No one knew better than him how fragile Song Jiaren's heart was. Under her strong appearance, there was no matching strong heart.
Xia Jingze nodded painfully under Lian Jun's warning and only replied with one word: "Okay."
Lian Jun didn't say anything else, he put away the photo with satisfaction and left.
After going out, Lian Jun didn't stay long. He said hello to an anti-narcotics team leader and left.
After the captain sent Lian Jun away, he immediately arranged for the police to re-interrogate Xia Jingze.
This time Xia Jingze was very cooperative and did not ask to contact a lawyer again. As Lian Jun requested, he admitted that he was taking drugs and that the white powder in his coat was carried by him and had nothing to do with other artists.
Unable to protect himself, he could only choose the lesser of two evils, taking all the bad things on himself and preventing other artists in the studio from suffering along with him.
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When Ye Lancheng and his party arrived at the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau, Xia Jingze's confession had already been recorded. They were all stunned when they heard from the Narcotics Enforcement Police that Xia Jingze personally admitted that he took drugs.
"Impossible." Song Jiaren was the first to not believe it: "He has never taken drugs, and he will never touch those things!"
"But he admitted it himself." The policeman said in a businesslike tone.
Xia Ning said anxiously: "There must be a misunderstanding. I am Xia Jingze's sister. Can you let me meet him?"
"Sorry, I'm afraid not. Taking drugs is a violation of the Public Security Law. We will detain him for 15 days and observe the extent of his drug addiction. If he is addicted to drugs, he will also need to undergo compulsory detoxification." The policeman said.
He rejected Xia Ning's request in a very formulaic manner.
"Even so, I am his lawyer, I always have the right to see him." Song Jiaren is more familiar with the legal provisions than the police. She is also familiar with the rights of citizens. The murderer still has the right to see a lawyer.
"Sorry." The policeman still shook his head: "He doesn't want to see you."
Song Jiaren was in disbelief: "How is it possible? Don't try to deprive citizens of their legal rights privately. I want to see him."
The policeman refused with a straight face: "He himself is unwilling to see a lawyer, nor is he willing to see his family and friends. What can we do? If you think we are abusing our private rights, you can report us to the relevant departments. We have surveillance videos during the interrogation.
As evidence.”
Song Jiaren stamped her feet anxiously, and An Zhisu hurriedly pulled her back, telling her not to worry and letting Ye Lancheng negotiate first.
"I am Ye Lancheng, let me go and see him." Ye Lancheng's negotiation was extremely simple and straightforward.
The name Ye Lancheng is a pass in many cases, but tonight the anti-narcotics policeman did not sell his account, and still said in a lukewarm tone: "Sorry, we respect his personal wishes."
Ye Lancheng looked at him indifferently, not embarrassing him as a small policeman, and did not make any further requests, but just waited quietly.
The policeman felt the pressure inexplicably. Ye Lancheng's aura was so strong that even if he didn't speak, he felt as if he was standing in front of the chief, waiting to be lectured by the chief, with an unknown fear.