Chapter 792

Zhao fuming never thought that the scene at that time would be photographed. At that time... There was no one around. And since there is such evidence, why didn't we take it out at that time? We had to wait until now, especially now?!

Zhao fuming thought that this incident had to end as an accident because of insufficient evidence. Although he was forced to leave the school because of the school rules, he did not cause any other big losses. This incident has come to an end. Unexpectedly, more than a year later, this incident has been turned over again, And there's still evidence of this death.

Zhao fuming's face was blue and white, white and green. A moment later, he said coldly, "what does this mean?"

"What does that mean?" Yao Qingtao obviously didn't realize how shameless and terrible the man he was facing, "can't this prove it? You killed my sister, and you pushed her down the stairs! "

"No, you are wrong!" Zhao fuming suddenly cried out, as if he could look more confident.

"You're wrong, you're wrong. Photos are the easiest thing to forge. Now the technology is so powerful that it's easy to make such a few framed photos. Do you want to convict me just by these photos? A joke

Zhao turned to look at the old man with a sad face and said, "grandfather, you must believe me. I'm your own grandson. Would you rather believe a stranger with unknown origin than believe my own grandson? It must be that someone wants to frame me, frame me up and make me bear the charge of murder. You must shine your eyes and make the decision for me

Zhao fuming said that if he had a look at the direction of Zhao Yulin, the meaning is self-evident.

In fact, he does think that Zhao Fulin deliberately designed the incident. Apart from other things, Zhao Fulin just blocked Yao Qingtao behind him. Zhao Fulin felt that there was a problem.

Today, all this must have been arranged in advance by Zhao Fulin, in order to get rid of herself. As soon as I take over the position of president, I can't wait to get rid of myself. It's really a good idea.

Zhao Yulin naturally also noticed Zhao fuming's eyes, and suddenly felt sad. This man kept saying that he was wronged, but he didn't know that he was really wronged.

It's easy to think more about whether Zhao fuming has any delusion of victimization. Even if someone really designed to bring him down, that person is not himself!

Knowing that after the anniversary, the old man will settle with Zhao fuming for this matter. She is not stupid!

Zhao took a deep breath, and decided to tell Zhao an obvious thing: "minister Zhao, the technology is really powerful now. You can imitate something in the photo according to what you want. But as long as it's imitation, it's bound to leave traces. "

Zhao Fulin said, pointing to Yao Qingtao's more than 20 photos: "since minister Zhao doubts the authenticity of these photos, I'd like to trouble my grandfather to invite some experts in this field to identify whether the things in these photos are true or false. If it is true, the truth of the matter will come to an end, and if it is false, it will be able to return minister Zhao's innocence. What do you think of it? "

As soon as Zhao Fulin's words came out, Duan Yarong nodded one after another, but Zhao Fulin's face suddenly changed. As the client, of course, he knew whether the things in the photo were true or false. He mentioned this just to delay time. How could he have thought that Zhao Fulin had given him a general instead? That's good. Even the back road was blocked!

"That..." from the question about Zhao fuming's complaint, the old man was very disappointed with the people in front of him. He was going to follow Zhao Yulin's idea and ask someone to identify these photos. When he blocked Zhao fuming's mouth, there was a sudden noise outside.

Zhao Fulin and others were stunned when they heard the noise: "what's the matter?"

As soon as the words came out, the hall opened, and a group of police quickly penetrated from the outside, surrounded several people, and behind them were some helpless security guards.

Zhao Fulin and others were frightened by this sudden change, especially Zhao fuming and Yao Qingtao.

The old man's face suddenly sank and asked in a low voice, "who called the police?"

Duan Yarong shook his head, and his eyes suddenly gathered on Zhao Fulin.

"It's not me. I didn't even bring my cell phone today. How can I get the chance to call the police?"

A few people wrung eyebrows, more puzzled: "is it difficult to be just chaos when someone was too afraid to call the police?"

"... not without this possibility."

Anyway, now that they have called the police, they have to wait and see what happens.

Zhao didn't expect to meet her acquaintances in this group, and she didn't expect that they would meet again under such circumstances.

"We meet again, Miss Zhao."

The smile on Zhao Fulin's face stiffened: "it's time to meet again, officer Jiang."

"I find that every time I meet Miss Zhao, you seem to be in the same situation."

"... that's because under normal circumstances, I don't meet you, officer Jiang."

Mu Chen Zheng Zheng, recalled that he and the parties to those events may meet the situation, let alone, really quite reasonable.

"Excuse me for asking, officer Jiang, how did you come here?"

With Zhao Fulin's reminding, Mu Chen remembered his real purpose of coming here. He coughed softly and said, "sorry, everyone. We received a call to the police saying that someone hurt someone with a knife here. Is it true?"

Yao Qingtao, the protagonist who stabs people with a knife, trembles when he hears the words. He holds the photos in his hand uneasily and hesitates to hide them back in his pocket.

Zhao fuming stood at the back, the wound on his body was bright. Zhao Yulin just wanted to say that there was no persuasion, so he could only nod his head.

"Since it's true, please come back to the police station with us after dressing the wound, make a record, and discuss how to solve the problem by the way."

The police all said so, and they couldn't say anything to refuse. They had to divide into two groups. One group sent Zhao fuming to a nearby clinic to bandage the wound. The other group followed Mu Chen back to the police station to record his confession.