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Cheng Xuran felt a sense of sadness in his chest, and he couldn't calm down: "If we were merciful outside the law, all this might have another outcome."

"No." Song Yanqing shook his head, "There is mercy outside the law, but there is no mercy under the law."

"His revenge methods are indeed extreme, but his original intention is correct." Cheng Xuran, "This serial murder case 20 years later has attracted widespread attention from society and public opinion. Only then will the evil forces in Ningcheng be uprooted. Otherwise, the relationship will The longer the chain lurks, the more victims it will have."

Song Yanqing disagreed: "In 20 years, he could have chosen a more reasonable solution, enough not to touch the bottom line, but he did not. For both public outrage and private hatred, he indirectly killed more innocent people."

"Are his original intentions really right?"

The protagonist deliberately retaliated and illegally deprived others of their lives, resulting in the deaths of 17 people. His behavior constituted intentional homicide.

Moreover, there were secondary infringement circumstances during the crime, and the personal danger and social harm were extremely great, which was not enough to warrant a lighter sentence.

After three appeals, the original verdict was upheld.

Cheng Xuran: "It's excusable."

"Facts come first. Your empathy can't solve any problems." Song Yanqing said sharply.

"but--"

"There is no but." Song Yanqing frowned and interrupted her, speaking forcefully every word, "Why should we assume another possibility? There is only one fact in the world, that is, it has already happened and cannot be undone."

Is the murderer terrible?Yes, but so what?He has made meritorious deeds and committed crimes, and the law will not show mercy.

Cheng Xuran paused for a moment.

Song Yanqing stared into her eyes and said, "What I did is what I did. No matter what the reason is, it is not enough to explain."

The fire in his eyes caught her sight, and Cheng Xuran asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"script."

"Is it just the script?" Cheng Xuran, "Or me?"

"Let's just talk about it, I'm sorry if I offended you."

The other seven people were stunned for a moment after being told this. Seeing that the smoke between the two was escalating, they quickly stopped them.

"Why are you arguing while you are talking! It's just a script. It's normal for everyone to have their own ideas. Just communicate normally!"

Cheng Xuran said no more.

She couldn't tell whether they were talking about the script or each other.

Is this the bottom line of his disgust?

So I never mentioned it.

The script killing has officially ended. The host took a group photo of them in the huge conference room. The atmosphere at the time was very subtle.

There was a bit of a stalemate between the two, and there was no communication throughout the process.

Song Yanqing handed her a bottle of water, but Cheng Xuran didn't take it and said no, thank you. Song Yanqing retracted her hand without saying anything, slipped one hand into her pocket, and stood behind Cheng Xuran.

He is taller than her, looks at the camera, has outstanding eyebrows, and always has a casualness about him, even though his face is cold and cold.

In the photo of nine people, two people are one behind the other, wearing gray clothes, very couple style.

How should I put it, the ambiguity and distance that can be seen in the photos are different from others.

Cheng Xuran's long hair naturally fell behind her back, and a few strands of black hair were scattered on her chest, reflecting the white shirt under her gray cardigan jacket. The bookish aroma, perhaps because she didn't have a smile on her face, diluted a bit of tenderness.

Others cooperated in taking photos and competing, and they also posed in various weird and weird poses. The photos were quite funny.

When I went out, the lights were brightly lit in the dark night and the cool breeze was blowing.