Chapter 297

Push the door open,

Zhou Ze and the white warbler come out together,

outside,

the sky is clear, it should be the next morning.

The clothes on the body should be broken, even on the fingernails of my little thumbs, still bleeding. A tiny bit as like as two peas in the

book, the shadow of the book once said that the world is not everything but

. Now Zhou Ze realizes this feeling. After all, if it is false, if it is exactly the same as the illusion itself, then when it comes out, it will not be hurt, or even trace.

Holding her boss's hand, Bai Yingying breathed carefully at the wound on her fingernail, comforting: "boss, no pain, no pain, no crying, no pain, no pain."

"It's OK. It'll grow again."

Zhou Ze looked at his other hand, which had been holding a pen before, but when he came out, the pen disappeared.

The shadow said that it was fake, because the work was not finished, the eunuch;

so left a fake pen here, but the real pen is not here.

So, where is the real pen?

Is it a judge's pen?

Zhou Ze thought of the woman writer who killed herself by taking poison with her children. She wrote the story. She was also the last one who could not bear it. She was dead. Would that pen be treated as her relic? Or is it collected?

When I go back to take a bath, I have to ask the old man and little Lori to check this. That pen is really terrible, but it will be even more terrible if I let it continue to be lost outside.

Maybe a similar tragedy will be produced in the second act.

Pushing open the door of the porch,

Zhou Ze saw Zhang Yanfeng's car parked outside. Officer Zhang was leaning against the door and smoking. Seeing that the door opened, officer Zhang immediately came over and looked at Zhou Ze's sad appearance. He said:

"I can't get through to you on the phone. I wanted to go in. Think about waiting for you to come out."

"I'm glad you didn't come in."

Zhou Ze was a little lucky. If officer Zhang had gone in before, he would have gone into the book. Zhou Ze and Bai Yingying, who had already come out, would not want to go into the story again.

When I got on the bus, Zhang Yanfeng was ready for breakfast.

"It's settled?"

"What do you want to know?" Zhou Ze asked.

"I just want to know if it's man-made or for other reasons, my sister, is it really suicide?"

"It's not man-made. Your sister should have killed herself." Zhou Ze replied.

"That thing, has it been solved?"

"I'll solve it. By the way, what did you do with your sister's remains?"

"Part of my family, part of my brother-in-law's family."

"Give me the contact address of your brother-in-law's house, and I'll find someone to see it."

"Good."

"OK, that's it. I'll take a taxi with YingYing and leave you alone. As for this villa, you'd better not go in without permission. Do you understand?"

Although the story is over,

if it wasn't for the old way to go to the toilet and paste the rune paper, there would not be so many things happening in the future,

but to be on the safe side, it's better to stay in this villa for the time being. Even Zhou Ze will not live in it until he finds the pen, in case of encountering something else What's the trigger? If I go again, I really can't stand it.

Get out of the car, wave to officer Zhang's car, watching officer Zhang's car disappear in the field of vision, Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a problem and fell into deep thought.

"What's the matter, boss?"

"I'm thinking, that one, is still not in my body."

Zhou Ze thought of the mirror,

and the one in the mirror,

in the story, he was separated from him,

now that he has come out,

What about

him?

If he's not there, he's relaxed in his body and mind. Don't worry about the day when he will be changed.

But why do you feel a little empty in your heart?

Especially in this story, I can't get used to it.

At this time,

boss Zhou felt that he was a little too salty, just like those big girls who wanted to be rich and said they were in pain for the first time.

But it seems that if the pen can be found, does it mean there is a way to suppress him?

It can be a day without worries,

I think it is beautiful.

Yingying walks to zhouze, reaches out and taps him gently on the chest,"Hello, are you still in there?"

The warbler shouted to Zhou Ze.

“…………” Zhou Ze.

If you can't hear it,

Yingying actively sticks her ears to zhouze's chest,

this action,

looks like a girl who actively throws herself into your arms.

Reach out and gently tap on Zhou Ze's chest,

"please reply if you hear me."

Zhou Ze smiled and held the girl in front of him with one hand naturally.

The warbler and the warbler were stunned for a moment. They vomited their tongue and pretended to know nothing.

…………

Zhang Yanfeng did not return to the Bureau, but drove directly to the prison in Guanyinshan, Tongcheng. He made an appointment to visit the prison yesterday.

Originally, he wanted to ask his brother-in-law about the situation according to Zhou Ze's needs. Since Zhou Ze said that his sister did commit suicide, it wasn't caused by man, and the original visit to prison became sympathy.

Zhang Yanfeng's heart is very complicated. He thought his brother-in-law was wronged at first, and now it is confirmed by Zhou Ze.

My brother-in-law is so pitiful that his wife and children are dead. As a result, he is mistaken for a perpetrator and put in prison.

As for how to exonerate his brother-in-law and give him freedom, it's really difficult. It's hard not to let Zhang Yanfeng take the initiative to tell the judge that it's not his brother-in-law's violence, it's ghost's violence?

Sitting outside the glass partition,

the brother-in-law in prison clothes came in accompanied by the guards.

My brother-in-law is thin and tall. He has been in prison for several years, which is more obvious. However, the whole person's mental state seems to be OK, and he doesn't feel like he has given up.

"Brother."

Pick up the phone and start talking.

"How are you these days?"

"I'm fine."

Zhang Yanfeng nodded and comforted: "don't give up hope for life, never."

Officer Zhang's consolation is always so stiff. It was the same when he "comforted" Zhou Ze in the detention center, but it's just this kind of hardness that makes people easily feel the sincerity inside.

My brother-in-law nodded and even smiled at Zhang Yanfeng.

The circle is no longer around,

my two children are no longer around,

but I always feel that they are still around me watching me.

I'm going to travel after I get out of prison, take their photos and go around. I used to be busy with the factory and seldom have time with them.

When I get out, I'll take them on a family trip. "

Zhang Yanfeng said with a long sigh, "I'll pick you up the day you get out of prison."

"OK, brother."

The two men were silent for a long time.

There is not much time to visit the prison, and Zhang Yanfeng is not a prisoner on trial.

At the end of the day,

my brother-in-law said wistfully, "thank you for believing me, brother."

After all,

Zhang Yanfeng said nothing for a while. In the end,

he was sorry for him,

as a policeman, there was no way for him to be innocent.

"It's time, officer Zhang." Accompanied by a prison director came to remind me.

"OK, thank you."

Zhang Yanfeng nodded and watched as his brother-in-law was taken away from the prison.

It's impossible for ordinary people to be accompanied by leaders when they come to visit the prison, but the director and Zhang Yanfeng did know friends a long time ago. They used to know each other because of their working relationship. Later, they had the same temper and occasionally came out for a drink.

They walked out side by side, chatting casually.

"Lao Zhang, do you really believe that he was wronged?"

Zhang Yanfeng nodded.

"Well, it's your family business. I won't talk about it any more. In fact, I think he may have been wronged. He has a good attitude and performance in prison. He really set a good example. After several successful commutations, it's estimated that he will come out in another year."

There is a honor list beside the corridor,

at the beginning, it is the commendation column for the advanced Party members and workers in prison,

at the back, it is the pioneer column for transformation,

Photos of my brother-in-law are at the top of the list.

"In prison, he often releases and encourages other prisoners to actively participate in the reform, which helps us a lot.

Besides, he wrote books and published them, which had a strong influence. "

"Oh, writing a book?" Zhang Yanfeng said curiously.

"Yes, he wrote a book" the road to salvation ", the protagonist is a prisoner, the background is our city prison, which is about a prisoner's mental process from crime to legal punishment.

How to correct one's mistakes from the beginning of incomprehension and resistance to the subsequent active acceptance and recognition,Actively accept transformation, strive to get commutation,

strive to return to society as soon as possible, be a useful person for the society, and face the future life path of prison life with a positive attitude.

I've read the book, too. It's really well written. "

"That's great."

Zhang Yanfeng nodded, very satisfied.

"There are still several in my office. Would you like to take one back?"

"I said Lao Chen, do you see who is going to send a copy of it to publicize your prison?"

"Hey, you don't appreciate the gift, do you? Go to the bookstore and buy it yourself."

As the two men bickered and walked on,

"is he writing a book every day?"

Zhang Yanfeng remembers that his sister used to tell him that they met online because they wrote novels together, and then fell in love.

At that time, however, both of them had relatively low incomes and their brother-in-law had poor family conditions, so they became their son-in-law to take over the small mooncake workshop in Zhangjia. After giving birth to their children, their sister concentrated on creating at home, and later produced many books in succession.

So,

my brother-in-law also gave up his dream for love. If you think about it,

it's really not easy.

Now,

his talent can only be displayed in prison.

"I'll tell you, our prison has its own computer room. I originally approved him to go to the computer room to write in addition to his daily renovation activities.

Today's writers don't use computers to write stories on keyboards,

but he doesn't want to,

he said that he likes to write stories on paper with his pen,

he said that the stories written in this way are more grounded,

more real. "