My master is invincible

Chapter 715 Prison

Seeing this charge, I couldn't laugh or cry, holding a funeral turned out to be an activity to promote feudal superstition, Ma De, what a fucking hat you are wearing.

As for the crime of murder mentioned above, it's even more bullshit.

However, in the face of the above evidence, I do not know what to say, and I have no power to resist.

Ma De, do you really want to spend your life in prison?

Seeing that my expression was wrong, the warden patted my shoulder and said, "Xiao Jiu, don't worry, the law is fair. As long as you haven't done anything, I believe the law will give you justice."

I hummed and asked him, "When will the court start?"

"A week later!" He patted me on the shoulder again and said, "Don't worry, I'll hire the best lawyer for you. I can't guarantee that I can prove my innocence. At least I can delay the time for you."

I said thank you to him, my heart was empty, and I immediately remembered what happened when I was with Lao Wang, and I didn't know what happened to Lao Wang now, whether he was alive or dead.

At this moment, a pleasant phone rang, it was Huang Jiaju's "Goodbye Ideal".

"Sorry, I have a call!" The warden smiled apologetically at me, and took out his cell phone, "Hey, who is it!"

"What? When did this happen?"

"Okay, I see, the prison will definitely cooperate with the investigation!"

After hanging up the phone, the warden trembled, "Xiao Jiu, he's dead again!"

I was taken aback, and my heart was full of doubts. Someday in this world, no one will die, why would he have such an expression, so I asked him: "Who is dead, is it worth your nervousness?"

"Huang Yixiang!" He trembled: "The rich man who ranks seventh in the city's wealth list, it is said that his death is related to He Yaoguang!"

Upon hearing this, I immediately understood, and asked him, "How do you know it's related to He Yaoguang?"

"When he died, there were two photos underground, one was of He Yaoguang, and the other was of an old man." He explained to me, "Now the police station has sent someone over to investigate the He Yaoguang incident, He Yaoguang has been dead for so long, what the hell should I give them to investigate."

I smiled wryly on the surface, and said, "Let them investigate, anyway, the person is already dead." I was secretly relieved, for this kind of rich and unkind rich person, like many people, I wish I could die one more time, as the saying goes , the greater the ability of a person, the greater the responsibility, and for some rich and unkind rich people, the more money, the more people are harmed.

"Xiao Jiu, you don't know such a way. If...they come to investigate, I...I..." He faltered, glanced at the door again, walked over nervously, and closed the door.

Looking at his actions, I was terribly puzzled, just investigating a dead person, why is he so nervous?Could it be that he did something he shouldn't?
Thinking of this, my face darkened, and I said sharply, "Are you also responsible for He Yaoguang's death?"

He smiled awkwardly, pulled out the drawer, took out five or six bundles of RMB from it, and said, "When He Yaoguang was in prison, someone sent me [-] yuan and asked me to find a way to kill He Yaoguang. I...me,"

"You took it?" I glanced at him, feeling very disappointed with the warden in my heart. Since I met him, he has given me a pretty good impression, and he can be regarded as a clean official. But now these words have completely overturned my opinion of him. cognition.

He nodded, "I wanted to return the money several times, but I couldn't find the person's address."

I sneered, "I really can't find it, or I don't want to find it."

"This... this..." he hesitated, "When He Yaoguang was in prison, I heard about him, and I felt very sympathetic, but after receiving the money, I... kept turning a blind eye to his affairs. I closed my eyes. Until a while ago, my younger brother Zhigang called me, and I suddenly realized that I was about to return the money. How did I know that He Yaoguang died that night."

As he said that, he looked at me with a distressed expression, "Xiao Jiu, you have to help me, I really didn't do anything to offend my conscience."

I hummed, I believe what he said is true, otherwise, he wouldn't work so hard on He Yaoguang's matter.

At the time, I thought he was being kind.However, judging from the current situation, he didn't show his kindness, but felt ashamed of He Yaoguang, so he worked so hard.

After thinking about this, I feel bitter as hell. Is it true that there are no good people in this world?There are only benefits?Or is this society completely replaced by money?

So, I nodded at him stupidly, "As long as you have a clear conscience, let them investigate. I advise you to say, where does the money come from? If it doesn't work, donate it! As for He Yaoguang, we I believe he should forgive you, otherwise, you won't be able to see the sun today."

As I said that, I was in a particularly bad mood, so I returned the red envelope he had given me earlier, and said, "There are gods standing three feet above your head, and I hope you will do more good deeds in the future."

After saying this, I walked straight towards the door, and the warden's voice came from behind me, "Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, wait, things are not what you think."

I ignored him and walked out.

After going out, I let out a heavy breath. I never thought that the warden would be involved in this matter. This sense of loss is really miserable.

I froze for a while, I rubbed my face vigorously, who cares, maybe this is life, or maybe, everyone has their own persistence, I have an idea in my heart, the reason why the warden didn’t have an accident this time, Nine times out of ten it has something to do with the funeral.

"Huh!" I sighed again, and was about to leave when the warden ran out and said anxiously, "Xiao Jiu, he's dead again."

I was slightly taken aback, dead again?Grass, how many people were involved in the matter of He Yaoguang, how could so many people die in a short period of time, and even have something to do with the prison.

At that moment, I asked in a deep voice, "Who died this time?"

"Yu Yousheng!" When saying this name, the warden's face was pale, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.

When I heard the name, I was stunned for a long time. Then Yu Yousheng was a policeman at the junction of the two lakes. How could he be involved in the matter of He Yaoguang? Could it be that he stopped the car on the expressway and annoyed the deceased, which led to his death?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, if it is simply blocking a car, it will definitely not lead to death, unless...

"How did he die?" I asked the warden.

As the warden walked towards me, he tremblingly said: "From the phone, it seems that Yu Yousheng did not send He Yaoguang's body to the crematorium, but sent the body to the rich man Huang Xiangxiang. You took it back then. The ashes are nothing but He Yaoguang's arm."

Hearing these words, I was completely annoyed, and said coldly, "You mean, Yu Yousheng tore up He Yaoguang's body?"

(End of this chapter)