What’s the strange experience of this?
I went to the hospital to see her and I tested her for no reason.
Then I heard three words, “intoxication”, “call the police”, “prepping for stomach wash,” in a semi-stunned state.
I can feel that the nurse’s attitude has become irritating and repulsive, with a small, thick-fisted tube coming through my nasal cavity, a cold tube, and the liquid swelling up to my stomach. I was sick and filled with brains, and I struggled to pull that pipe out, but my hands and my feet were held down.
Have you heard of the Shizuku case?
A girl assisted her girlfriend in the use of phorate to kill six roommates in the same room and then watched the girl die. I spent the night with seven bodies, and I was able to go out early the next day.
I’ve come across a similar case, but the truth behind it is far more cruel and complex than the Shizuku case…
Just after 2014, after spring 2015, I was rated an honorary alumni at the seventh senior high school in the city of Liang City, where I was asked to speak.
To tell you the truth, when I was in school, the headmaster saw me groan. But this time, the headmaster found a place to shed tears, and there was a sense that he had planted a tree, and it finally came to an end.
I’m finished with the applause and the headmaster. At that point, however, Director Yang, who was in charge of life, suddenly appeared lying in the head of the principal ‘ s ear and said something. The headmaster’s face sank when he reached the podium in three or two steps, one of which robbed my Mike: “All the teachers of the class, organize their own students back to class.” I’m sorry.
There was a riot down there. The kids were like headless flies.
The principal turned around and apologized to me: “I’m sorry, Chen. There’s something going on at school. You see…”
And I shall have eyes, so I will know at once, “Then be busy, headmaster, I will go back.” I’m sorry.
The old headmaster apparently didn’t think about me and shook his hand and jumped off the stage.
I’m a little embarrassed myself, getting dressed, walking down the stairs.
When I came to the playground, most of the teaching staff were standing in front of the girls’ dormitory, especially the sports teacher, and the four tall young men.
The school building is facing the bedroom building, and there are a number of students looking out of the classroom window. The police car was parked outside the school when the school building was bypassed. The two of us passed the cold and passed over.
Just when I’m distracted, suddenly my feet hurt. Look down, the soles of the shoes are covered with a piece of tea-coloured glass, and the newly purchased soles are punctured.
I went to a small pharmacy and bought a bottle of double-oxygen water.
There’s a lot going on in the station. I’ve got two interviews. One is a 70-year-old mother’s cat with two tails, and one is a 50-year-old man with a flower in the afternoon.
But soon, I felt something. Dizziness, nauseousness, accelerated heart rate, even a moment when I felt like I couldn’t make it.
I let the photographers go back and I’m going to the nearest hospital.
There’s not a lot of people in emergency care, and when I fell into the clinic, it started to blur.
“Doctor, this is my I.D. I’m sorry.
When the doctor looks at me like this, he doesn’t mind. The nurse put me on a flatbed, ordered me to take blood by the skin bed, gave me electricity by the bed before coming to the clinic.
Good thing my mind is clear.
“Doctor. I’m talking about my condition, “From 2:00 p.m., panicking, disgusting.” The sight is blurry. I’m sorry.
The doctor took a little flashlight and shook my eye off: “Did you use atropine? I’m sorry.
“None. I’ll be honest with you.
“Have you ever been in or out of a discotheque or a bar or something? The doctor asked again.
I deny it again.
Soon the nurse came back with my blood report. And I began to lose my hearing and couldn’t hear what she was saying, but in the vague words, I heard three words: “intoxication,” “call the police”, “prevent the stomach.”
And then, I felt a tiny little thumb tube coming in from my nasal cavity, and with the nurse’s “Swallow down, can you do it?” I swallowed the tube. And then the tube cools, and the liquid swells up to my stomach. The vomiting was full of brains, and I struggled to pull that pipe out, but my hands and feet were pressed.
I can feel the nurse’s attitude is not as good as it was when I first came in, and it’s even starting to get a little grumpy and agitated.
“You, let go!” I said hard.
But no one listened, and the liquids in the stomach were quickly pumped out again. Then we’ll get a new batch of liquids. So repeatedly, I was almost tortured, sweating around my back, and I had little strength to continue to struggle and try to pull out the tube.
I don’t know how long it took me to get pulled from the flat. The flats slid along with me, and I stomped, I didn’t stand, I kneel straight on the floor. It’s a little chilly, and there’s still a wind blowing. I haven’t heard from the police yet.
I know in my heart that it is best to speak less and not struggle.
I’m kind of a pro, but I don’t know what I’m doing, but I don’t want to suffer if I cooperate. But when I got in the police car, I realized why I had the wind. Yeah, I pissed my pants.
I’ve had a “beep” in my head, and people in their 40s pee their pants in public, and that’s already a challenge to my dignity.
I’m ashamed of myself and I’ve been dragged to the interrogation room.
“Name. The police officer asks:
“Chang Qing Lan, male, 41 years old, professional journalist. I’m used to the answer.
I heard the police officer hum: “It’s still a veteran.” I’m sorry.
As soon as I was told, the officer went on to ask, “Well, how long has it been?” I’m sorry.
“What do you smoke?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! Officer Powder’s table, “It’s been years! I’m sorry.
“I don’t do drugs. I’m in a hurry.
“Move! Here’s your blood test report. I’m sorry.
Even if I don’t know, deoxyephedrine is the main ingredient of the meth, and it’s an addiction.
But the point of the incident is that I know exactly where to start this thing, but for the rest of my life, it’s probably ruined.
In the end, it was the morning that brought me back.
On the way, Mu’s face was dark and scary.
“Musha, listen to me. I’m not a drug addict I’m a drug addict.”
That’s what every drug addict says. I’m sorry.
I looked upon the morning unbelievably, and did not think that he would not believe me.
And then a moment later, Motsun said again: “I am also for your own good, and I contacted you to a rehab. I already said hi, if you cooperate…”
I couldn’t help it. It broke out. Then why don’t you believe I’m not on drugs? I’m sorry.
“How can I believe that?” I’m sorry.
And for a moment I suddenly had a feeling of helplessness. The smell of urine spreads in a small, closed space, with a low head and a wet seat.
The car was driven straight back to his house without a sound.
I’m exhausted, almost half dragged to the building.
He flipped out a set of his clothes and threw them at me so I could change them and stuff them all in the washing machine.
All the way, he didn’t talk, the atmosphere was depressed.
In the end, Mu’s breath was suffocated: “You will never be able to go home.” You can stay here for one night. There’s food in the fridge. I’m sorry.
After that, he fell out the door.
My mind has returned to full clarity, and I have begun to take up the whole matter again, in keeping with the principle that there must be cause for error.
I looked online and the oxyephedrine thing started to peak three hours after entering the body. I have an illness around 2 p.m., three hours ahead, and I’m speaking in the seventh. But in the course of my speech, I didn’t eat or smoke anything, and the only thing suspicious was the glass that pierced my shoe!
But it was close to 12 noon, and if that glass was in trouble, it was possible that the peroxyephedrine had entered my blood directly through the wound. It’s a big cut in the peak time! And because the infection is absorbed directly through blood and is not digestive, it does not do much to my stomach in the hospital.
I figured that out as soon as I got an amnesty. At the very least, this proves that I did not take the initiative, thus excluding the possibility of criminal offences.
I couldn’t care less that I was still tired, and I was not registered, nor did the doorman stop me.
He was on the second floor in the corridor when I was panting to find Mu Sun, and he did not know what to tell a young policeman.
When he saw me, he wrinkled his frown and quickly removed the young officer.
“What are you doing here? The blogger says:
I’m like, “I’m like, I’m like, “I’m like, I’m not on drugs! I’m sorry.
There was no special reaction in the morning, and the calmness gave me a bit of panic.
“I know” said in the morning.
That’s why I choked back on the words I was ready for.
“You know?”
“Well, you’re the only one who dares to use drugs. I’m just trying to scare you. I’m trying to keep you in mind. I’m sorry.
I didn’t expect Mu Sun to kill her.
But at this point, I understand that everything has to be bigger.
As a result, I described all the details of how I was injured and how I had developed it. And I shared my speculation with him.
The eyebrows of the morning were sharpened, and when I had finished, he almost immediately asked, “Where is the glass?” I’m sorry.
I can’t carry it in my pocket. I said,
In the morning, a telephone call was made to the men at hand, who went to the door of the seventh Lieutenant Colonel and found the glass.
As it was said, the Zen came from the other end of the corridor towards the morning and took gloves while walking.
Mu Sun immediately changed his respectable attitude: “Mr. Ki, how is it?” I’m sorry.
He measured me up and down, and turned around and said, “Five, all of them deoxyephedrine. I’m sorry.
“What? I’m a little surprised.
He looked at me again and again at the morning, as if he had said this time he had failed to address me.
“Oh, five dead students, female. Modhun explained, “You died when you spoke, and you were all brushed up in your bedroom.” I’m sorry.
Mu Sun thought about it and added the following sentence: “Deoxyephedrine poisoning, a symptom of you.” I’m sorry.
“And what else?” I asked.
When I was in school, the bedroom was six. It hasn’t changed for years.
“There is one, with a clear alibi. When someone died, she left school. I’m sorry.
And doubting said I had seen too much, so I was alert to the first exit of the morning.
At this point, there was also a response from the men in Muyen. I followed an ear and said there were two people in the garden, in front of the school, at the garbage station, picking up 34 pieces of broken glass. We’re heading for the station now.
“The point is brown sand glass.” I’m sorry.
“Why?” I asked.
And then he took a look at it, and he said, “It’s about Quisha that’s good.” I’m sorry.
“No, Mu Sun, did she scold me again? “Looking on the back of the Queen, I went straight to my head.
“Well, she says you’re a pig. I’m sorry.
I put up with that for a while, on the principle that good men don’t fight women.
Since I was one of the “victims” of the case, I also had the right to know. Muhammad probably gave me the whole story of the case.
The only girl who survived was Chao, a high-level intellectual, with a father who was the head of liver and choreography at the provincial hospital, a mother who was a journalist at the daily newspaper and half of me.
However, it was a reconstituted family, with Shao’s father divorcing early and pulling her up to the age of 78 before remarrying again. The summer father was extremely harsh with regard to her and was determined to let her succeed her medical career.
As a result of the parents ‘ influence, the summer school has performed very well since childhood, and has been given seven grades in the first place in the district. But this kid, Nat, has an introverted personality and is not very good with people. At the end of the class, he went to a study room or a library, where he rarely stayed.
They realized something was wrong, too. How could a good student of this standard avoid school for any reason? So bring her back for questioning.
What is even more surprising to him is that Natsumi was indifferent to the death of her roommates, even indicating that their death was sooner or later. Nat said her roommates had things that could not see light.
“Drugs?” I asked.
Moo Sun noded, for sure.
The children’s families are rich and entitled, and the school has set them up in one dormitory to facilitate “communications”. But, of these, Natsumi has the worst family environment and has been marginalized by the other five because of his introvertity.
It’s true that these kids are not so easy to get together in the bedroom and start making little moves.
At first, cough syrup, which is visible in a pharmacy, contains a large number of caustics, and is taken in large quantities for long periods of time, which gives people the feeling that they will drift. From one bottle a day to four bottles a day…
Gradually, the girls began not to be satisfied with the pleasures of the codeine, and they looked at ephedrine. The large amount of ephedrine tablets made them more excited.
There was no room for excess energy, and they turned their evil eyes to summer.
Soon, the inward summers became their prey. Initially, they simply instructed Nat to fetch water and food for them, which later became bullying. They were punched and kicked in the face, and for a long time, she had no place on her body.
Slowly, the ephedrine tablets also failed to satisfy their growing greed and they began to take oxyephedrine.
To be honest, after all this, it is true that Natsumi has the greatest motive, but having motive does not mean time.
At the time of the crime, Hachan had a clear alibi. She left school and went to the bookstore near the school and purchased a comic book. She then took a cab to the coffee shop at Riverside Road, where she kept the receipt. Eventually, she went to a cake shop near Friendship West Road and had a dispute with the shopkeeper over payment.
We looked at him and he Noded towards me.
That’s right. That’s too deliberate. That’s too deliberate. In particular, after having set up an inside-of-a-man scheme, she ran off to the bakery and had an affair with the baker.
“It’s time for Chen’s reporter. The blogger says:
“Stop kidding, what can I do?” I said.
“It is now seven of us who are in danger of destroying the reputation of a hundred-year-old school.” We can’t do anything with this skin. I don’t care what you do to a common man. I’m sorry.
“I was going to give you a good night’s sleep and I’m going to tell you this tomorrow, and I didn’t think you’d come to the door.” Come on, kid.
And We drew out the hand of the morning, so that We might rub him in the earth.
At 7:30 in the morning, I’m already sitting in the principal’s office.
The old headmaster smiled at me, “What are you doing here, Chen?” I’m sorry.
“Oh, yeah. Lately, we’ve got to recruit a bunch of little reporters who can be on TV. I had four places in my hand, and I thought of giving them all to our school. When you get on TV, you say, “This story is covered by the 7-and-a-half reporter.” The reason is that I thought about it the previous night.
The headmaster smiled and pointed at me with a serious face: “Hey, where’s the school face?” This is the exercise of the student ‘ s ability to develop fully. I’m sorry.
I can only be attached.
The old headmaster also said that I should be assigned by the headmaster of the focus class to a few highly qualified and well-managed students.
And I hastened to stop: “I shall choose between myself at the end of the day. This is a matter of talent. I’m sorry.
Once again, the old headmaster agreed.
With the exception of the summer classes, I avoided almost all the focus classes, and the students chosen were the last two rows of girls who liked to talk.
It’s better to call it a mouth, actually, to use the gossip of these little girls to get a little talk.
The old headmaster contacted the parents of the students and, with their consent, I took the four girls out of school.
I took a car and took them to the television station, briefly visited the outside view, and visited the hallway in the building, where they were brought to the staff restaurant at almost noon.
Not to mention the fact that the girls were so excited that they were so excited that they said they would learn to be a journalist when they returned to school.
But my dots aren’t on it, and I’m eating while I’m talking about them.
“Have you ever heard of the summer of 9th Class? I’m sorry.
When I heard the word “shart,” four girls looked at each other and ate with their tacit heads down. That’s what it looks like.
“I’m also looking for knowledge. What if this news comes back and counts as a joint interview? I’m sorry.
As the other three remained silent, a slightly more round-minded girl jumped up at the table and said: I’m sorry.
She was in the same class, and she said to me, “The summer is famous.” I’m sorry.
“What? I’m sorry.
She looked right and left, and nobody else, so she leaned forward and down and she said, “Dig!” The whole school knows that. I can sleep for 50 bucks. And, don’t pick people.”
I can’t believe it came out of a student’s mouth and almost spilled soup.
“How do you know that? “I’ll wipe my mouth and ask.
This is obviously the idea of a young girl who was proud to pull back and sit in her chair: “What’s her roommate saying?” People saw it with their own eyes … In the alley behind the school, the video was spread. I’m sorry.
My hair swollen and a question mark began to rise in my mind. Is it true that a quiet girl on the surface is so self-deserving?
The more she talks, the more she pulls out her cell phone and flips the video.
That’s the video from the school bbs, and it looks like it’s starting to spread. However, the image of the video was not clear, with a girl lying on the frozen ground, with her hair covered in disarray, covering most of her face.
The girls were accompanied by boys wearing school uniforms, and under dark street lights, the uniforms were rarely identified as seven. They’re tearing up girls’ clothes on the floor.
The coat was thrown on the side, and the thin T-shirt was turned up, and almost the sensitive part was revealed. Those hands, dirty hands on the girl, mixed with perverted sarcasm and ridicule.
The girl appeared to be a rag doll, and only when her hands touched her chest, there was a cry of collapse. But she didn’t struggle, never.
In the void of girls crying, verbal abuse was heard, and that was the voice of several girls, using the most dirty and dirty words. Slaps, slaps, rain drops. The helpless girl covers her face.
The men did not appear to have planned to let her go, and they kicked the girl on one foot and finally left with a “blowing” sentence.
The whole video, I watched the blood pour, the hands and feet cool. It is hard to imagine that the perpetrators are teenage children, and that when their three visions are not fully developed, their thoughts are entrenched.
I took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to scold, and sent the video to myself.
And I tried to be nice: “How do you know it’s summer?” I’m sorry.
She smiled: “What can you not recognize, a class, morning and evening, even if she turns gray?” And those who spoke, did you hear me? That’s her roommate. This video was taken by her roommate himself. I’m sorry.
She said, “But she said it again, with a broken shoe and her face shut.” I’m sorry.
“What is this? I pretended to be curious.
The other three girls had begun to tweak their sleeves, implying that she would be less. But Ms. Tung didn’t take it down at all, but she got more excited. The other three girls have gone and she’s still talking.
“Uncle Chan, she died the day you came to talk to her.” Who else would have killed her if she hadn’t killed her? I’m sorry.
“Killing is a big crime. Do you have any evidence? * I’m placing my voice down again and asking *
“It’s obvious that her roommate found out about her scandal and sent the video, and Nat got angry. I’m sorry.
To say that there is still a trail of bullying in front of the courtyard, the false speculation behind that is nonsense. I didn’t mean it. I just put her back.
I went to Mu Sun, and I called him and told him about the possible violence at school.
Chao was again taken to the interrogation room, and I saw the girl for the first time. She’s in plain clothes, and she’s got a white hair. He’s wearing a pair of Adi Kings on his feet. The thin hair is tied to a ponytail, and there are no extra shredded hair at the intern. With glasses, depressed gold-rimmed eyes, it’s rusty and green.
And Modh said to her, “Did your roommate overcame you?” I’m sorry.
She clearly remembers her painful experience when she bowed her head and waved twice: “No.” I’m sorry.
Moor-sun took out my phone, turned it over and handed it to her. I’m sorry.
She took a look at her cell phone and then shrunk her shoulder, and she was shaking harder and leaning back. The video was quickly withdrawn from Muqh and asked again: “Is it you?” I’m sorry.
Summer’s nodding, tears are coming down.
“Your roommate, he bullied you? This is the first time in the world.
I didn’t think Haj would still deny: “No, they were just playing with me…”
“I don’t want to rip off your clothes. And he continued to lead: “They have broken the law, whatever their point of departure, whatever their purpose, and are punished by the law, understand? I’m sorry.
And when Hachan’s psychological defence was near to collapse, she cried aloud: “Why do you not go and catch them and keep asking me?” What’s wrong with the victim? The victim is guilty! I’m sorry.
And Modh was questioned by Shaq.
The sound of these words, though small, was gathered in the hearts of me and Modh. Shearing up her sleeve, her arms can be described as shocking!
The bruises were covered with bruises, new wounds with old wounds and even a few cigarette burns.
“These…” And my voice began to tremble. I’ve actually figured out the answers. These are all her roommate’s masterpieces.
And when the summer rose up, and there was despair and sorrow in their eyes: “They beat them, they were hot!” I told the teacher that after he had criticized them, they were more aggressive. I told my mom that she asked me to think about myself, why don’t you just bully me? I… what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me? I’m sorry.
She was asked intermittently, and there were tears in her voice.
The plan to get a break from the hajong bullies was finally blown, and the only way to get her back was to drive her back in the morning.
Watching Shaolin walk into the school, Mu Sun fell down and said, “Oh, my God. “
And I went into deep meditation: “What is justice?” I’m sorry.
And I was asked in the morning: “What? I’m sorry.
“A little girl was bullied by a group of people, but no one stood up for her. The people she should have trusted, the teachers, the mothers, even the police…”
And he took it seriously: “Let the law punish evil, that is the bottom line, and no one can overstep it. I’m sorry.
And when I looked at the way of Modh, I appeased him: “I am just kidding. What is the matter with you?” I’m sorry.
That’s what I’m talking about. At the beginning, two classes in physical education were surrounded in front of the school building. Next, more students came out of the building and looked up.
The old principal was in the middle of a crowd, rushing straight to his feet.
Me and Modh looked at each other and immediately got off and ran to the playground.
As expected, Nat sat on the roof and could fall at any time.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! “What can I do for you? I’m sorry.
“Setting what? Take me back to the police station and question me as a murderer? “Sharwyn shouts at us.
“A murderer, what are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
“Just jump if you want, don’t delay us in gym class! I’m sorry.
“A broken shoe, threatened with suicide. I’m sorry.
A growing number of students are starting to woo, and teachers, principals, are almost impossible to organize.
“Hallow, listen to your uncle. You did nothing wrong. It’s the people who are bullying you. Uncle apologizes. Uncle apologizes to you in front of the whole school. “If you’re good, the teacher apologizes to you.” I’m sorry.
At almost the same time, a sports teacher suddenly grabbed her from behind the summer and dragged her back.
We’re just relieved.
The summer that had been dragged down the stairs remained unstable.
At that time, the suspect surrendered himself to the police on the telephone call.
And We returned with him at once, and, unexpectedly, the headman was the Father of the Nativity.
It’s a man of the kind, my age, and he’s got a golden-side eye. The shirts are all wired and shoes have been sewn up several times.
Nat turned in a set of modus operandi. Distilled bottles, drip tubes, alcohol lamps, etc. are all available at chemical stores. These things have been tested.
“I have caused you trouble, my roommate, I killed him. In the interrogation room, Nat smiled.
Motives? “The statement was recorded in the morning.
“My daughter has been bullied. I know this. I reacted to the school, but it didn’t. I don’t know if you have a daughter, but as a father, you see the scar on your daughter and the video…”
“I have broken the law, but I only hate that I did not let the bully die more painfully.” I’m sorry.
“I’m a doctor and it’s easy to prescribe. After Shao told me that her roommate might have taken drugs, I had a lot of cold medicine in the hospital and then used it to extract meth. Before I did the crime, I let her skip school and get as much attention as possible and then put her roommate in the back door of the school to make a deal. I’m sorry.
The story of Nat’s father can almost resonate with the case.
At this point, the results from the test over there. These tools are indeed full of Nat’s fingerprints.
“That’s the end! I’m a little excited.
“But it’s not true.” I’m sorry.
“Mrs. Ki, you say. The blogger says:
“As a rule, taking a test tube, you take the upper part, but this test tube has a very messy fingerprint, which is half of it even at the bottom of the tube, which is very much printed in a panic. I’m sorry.
“Sir, what do you mean, “Hafu wants to take the summer” I’m sorry.
“Not excluding this possibility. He said he took the tube back.
Again, Mu’s morning did not look at me well: “Let’s do a play.” I’m sorry.
Soon, the news of his murder came to the school, and the news that he was likely to be sentenced to death was blown up.
That afternoon, Nat came to the station.
She asked for a paper and a pen, and she wrote on it. A moment later, she passed the paper to the lumbar: “It’s the molecular formula of deoxyephedrine. I’m sorry.
Then Shaq looked to Modh: “It was I who killed them, not my father. I’m sorry.
“Why should I trust you? There’s evidence of this. Your father was first. I’m sorry.
The summer was filled with deep breath, and it seemed like a great deal of determination: “My roommates forced me to produce meth for them. The video, the one you saw, was used by them as a threat because I refused to submit to them and spread it to the Internet. I can only do that. I’m sorry.
“What about killing people? The blogger says:
“They forced me. I’m sorry.
For the first time, I felt something called a chill in the summer’s intermittent narrative.
Her roommate forced her to make her meth, but feared that she would not be controlled, and then, after the first meth was finished, they pressed her on the bed for testing. Natharine was watching his own hand-made drugs flow into his veins.
She described how she felt at the time, beginning with dizziness, boredom and nausea and then, immediately after that, felt like she was drifting, like stepping on cotton.
Her roommate saw her all right, and that was when he started to suck. She was the first to inject, and naturally the fastest to spread ice, and that’s when the machine was planted.
She stole a tea-coloured sandshield bottle from Nat’s father because it did not leave fingerprints. This time, she refined two pure levels of meth. She placed higher concentrations of meth on the bottom of the bottle, while lower concentrations were placed on the upper layer of the bottle.
When roommates smoke, they find this time less intense. This leads to re-ingestion, and the second is the key to putting them at the door. The second high concentration of meth, combined with the first-use measurements, was sufficient to cause the girls to die unconsciously.
On the other hand, she, Nat, could use this time difference to forge an alibi.
In fact, she went back to school once during that time, and she wanted to dispose of the bottle. But the glass bottle was so glamorous, it was so easy to be found, she wanted to go, she smashed it and left it in several places. But unfortunately, she dropped a piece and I stepped on it.
When he came out of the interrogation room, Modh said to me that, had it not been for Natsumi, they would have been unable to convict her. Because of the paucity of evidence and the fact that Hafu’s “prevented surrender” is probably going to jail.
And when Nat and Nat met again, the noise was almost full of the office.
“This is how I taught you! Shame! I’m sorry.
“Do you have a whole fucking brain full of mud? I’m sorry.
“Crime, you killed five people at a young age. How can I be? I’m sorry.
Say something! I’ll fucking let you talk! I’m sorry.
Then, the low-sobbing of the summer came out. Me and Modh came in, and the summer father was twisting his arm. Where it is, it’s a bruise. And I finally know that a significant part of the bruises on summer’s arm is actually the result of his abuse.
I can’t even connect this obnoxious, violent man and that gentle father who is willing to take the blame for her daughter.
Mu Sun brought out his father, who pushed his glasses with handcuffs. He would also face severe punishment under the law if he was suspected of harbouring suspects and perjury.
He smiled, “Let’s both laugh.” I’m sorry.
It’s the speed with which you’re ashamed of yourself.
He went on to say, “It’s not too heavy, is it? I’m sorry.
“This is the judge’s verdict, the details of which we do not know. This is the first time I’ve heard anything.
“What’s going on?
End
Once again, when I saw Shaolin, the trial was over. The kid was sentenced to life imprisonment and I went to an interview.
She’s blind, looking at my direction.
“Do you regret it?” I asked.
“Give me another chance, I’ll do it.” I’m sorry.
“Do you think killing is the best solution? I’m sorry.
She looked at me, and there was a radiance in her eyes. She said, “In a way, I’m innocent. I wanted them to confess, but they wouldn’t listen. I wanted them to apologize, but they didn’t. What else can I do? What else can I do? I’m sorry.
What are the strange experiences in the process? – I’m talking to the cat.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
