If you were asked to file a lawsuit, how come you were not found guilty?

Chapter 132
Well, now there is only one last question left.

"You filed another appeal, right?"

Ren Zhen didn't think he could successfully win the case as soon as he took action. In the eyes of others, he handled several cases beautifully, and even the parties involved were very satisfied. The cases he handled were absolutely sure of success.

But he knew that it was just hard work and some luck on his side.

But the Hu Jitu case was decided 18 years ago, and the appeal was rejected. In the past 18 years, it goes without saying that Zhao Yanhong's family must have tried more than once.

But until now, there has been no second trial, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

"Yes, as soon as the other case was solved, we knew that time was running out, so we immediately went to the Public Prosecution Court to file another application, but it was still rejected."

Zhao Yanhong looked sad.

"A friend of mine gave me some advice, saying that I could ask the TV station for help. If I could make the matter bigger, maybe the case would turn around."

Yan Feng took over: "That's why we started asking reporters for help, but when our local reporters heard what happened, they all waved their hands and said that this matter cannot be reported.

We came here to try our luck out of helplessness, but we didn't expect that we actually found it. "

Yan Feng and Zhao Yanhong looked at Jiang Xinyue in unison, making her a little embarrassed.

"Since Wen Xuan's case was reported last time, mine was added to the contact number on our station's website. Unexpectedly, they randomly picked one and called me."

Ren Zhen nodded: "What's your plan now?"

"We wrote a report and the deputy director was reviewing it yesterday. If nothing else happens, it will be sent out today."

Jiang Xinyue took out her mobile phone, looked through the unread messages, and said "Yeah": "It seems that it has been sent?"

"Media reports will have some impact, but the extent of the impact is uncertain. We cannot place all our hopes on this. We still have to start from the courts and the Public Prosecution Office."

Ren Zhen thought for a while: "Have you brought all the materials? I want to read it before deciding what to do next."

"I took it with me, but I kept it in the hotel."

Zhao Yanhong nodded quickly, "Let's go back and get it now."

"I'll go with you guys."

Ren Zhen stood up: "There is not much time now, we must bring the second trial as quickly as possible."

It’s not that we don’t have much time. In another case that Hu Jitu confessed to, the real murderer was arrested three months ago. As long as he waits for this person to be sentenced, wait for the judgment to take effect, and confirm that the case has nothing to do with Hu Jitu, his death sentence will be raised immediately. On the schedule.

If the execution of the death penalty is completed, any efforts they make here will not be of much significance to the Hujitu family.

The group of people came to this small room of only three or four square meters, which seemed a little crowded for a while.

Zhao Yanhong carefully took out a pile of materials wrapped in plastic bags from a cloth bag that had been sewn countless times.

"Otherwise we should go back to the law firm to take a look. The lighting here is not good."

Ren Zhen stood at the door, flipped the switch twice, and finally found that there were no light bulbs in the house, which was a bit embarrassing.

I originally wanted to save time and start working as quickly as possible, but I didn't expect that I would have to make another trip.

The small hotel where Zhao Yanhong and Yan Feng stayed cost dozens of yuan a night, which must be quite a burden for them.

They are just farmers. For the past 18 years, they must not even have a stable job for Hu Jitu, and they will not have a stable source of income at all.

At first glance, this material looks like one day.

When the street lights started to light up on the road, Ren Zhen took a quick look at everything.

Putting down the last piece of A4 paper, Ren Zhen let out a long sigh.After listening to Zhao Yanhong and Yan Feng's stories before, he was still not sure whether Hu Jitu was just a reporter in this case.

After all, the statements of the parties cannot often be fully trusted.

Besides, Zhao Yanhong and Yan Feng were not involved, and Hu Jitu might have done something they didn't know about.

But after reading these materials, Ren Zhen has concluded in his heart that Hu Jitu cannot be the murderer of this murder!
But the problem now is that his appeal application has not been approved, and he doesn't even have a chance to defend Hujitu. What should he do?

Turning on the computer, Ren Zhen searched for some keywords.

The more things he found, the more Ren Zhen frowned.

18 years ago, Province A launched a “campaign to crack down on various illegal crimes.” During such a period of activity, City E naturally dealt with cases within its jurisdiction strictly, severely, and quickly.

This may be one of the reasons why Hu Jitu's case was solved in just ten hours.

This is another issue left over from history.
Ren Zhen felt more and more troubled.

In some special periods, there were indeed some less rigorous problems. If we put it now, these problems would be relatively easy to correct.

But when such laxity is placed in that context, and after so many years, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to correct the error.

Not to mention that the people who were in charge of this case have now been dispersed somewhere.

I looked through the report that Fruit Channel just published today. The text report was posted on various platforms, but it had very few views.

Some of the few comments expressed grievances for Hu Jitu, but there were also voices of doubt.

After all, official conclusions are often more powerful than those of the media.

What's more, the influence of Fruit Station in City H cannot even fully cover Province C, let alone the more distant Province A.

At this moment, Zhao Yanhong's candy bar phone rang.

"Hello? I haven't seen you again? Oh, I understand."

Zhao Yanhong's face was slightly disappointed for a moment, but there was not much surprise on her face. She was obviously used to it.

"My old man has been contacting the City E Public Prosecution Court recently, trying to get them to initiate a protest, but now he has been rejected again."

After hearing Zhao Yanhong's words, everyone was silent.

"Have you not tried to go to the High Court or the Public Prosecution Court of Province A for a response?"

Ren Zhen asked, if the relevant agencies at the municipal level are not feasible, going higher up would be a way.

"I've been there a few times, but after people heard about it, they said they wanted to do some research, but they basically left it alone."

Zhao Yanhong shook her head: "Two or three staff members responsible for receiving us have reminded us that there may indeed be problems with this case, but they are under great pressure to handle it, so they delay it as long as they can."

An angry look appeared on Chang Jiahang's face: "How could these people do this? Are they worthy of the clothes they are wearing?"

Jiang Xinyue nodded wildly on the side, that's right!

Ren Zhen, who was not surprised, did not join them in condemning, but began to think about the breaking point of this case.

If the appeal application is not approved, it is now a dead end.

If there is no one to take care of it locally, maybe we can try jurisdiction in another place?

　In the end I resigned. I have been busy with various things these past two days, and all I have posted is saved manuscripts.
　　After that, I should prepare for the exam at home. The exam will be in January or March, not sure yet. During the preparation period, I will update 1 words every day. After the exam, I will return to the previous word count.
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