moonlight lure

"I admire people like Sister Shi Wei very much, but I don't agree with her."

He raised his arm to reveal the wound and continued, "There are so many people around us who need help. It's not easy for us to do our part in our duties. If everyone goes to help, we won't put ourselves at risk." Are you exhausted first?"

Zhou Ran wanted to refute, but she couldn't refute the other person's point of view, and she didn't want to agree. She felt depressed for a while, so she took out a cotton swab and moistened it, and applied the potion on his arm hard.

Lin Dong grimaced in pain from her rough tactics: "Hiss, fellow debater, please be gentle! If you disagree with anything I say, you can provide evidence to refute it. Don't backbite and cause personal harm!"

The two people in the room were noisy and bickering, and no one noticed that the figure outside the door had been standing there for a long time.

She held the paper cup with her eyes downcast. After a moment of silence, she turned around and walked around the conference room, then walked upstairs from the other side of the stairs.

The air pressure in the office was very low in the afternoon, and several other colleagues did not dare to speak loudly. It was not until Song Shiwei was called away by the leader that they lowered their voices to communicate about the situation at noon. While everyone was sighing and sighing, the situation also quickly and quietly deteriorated.

The other party was obviously well prepared. They took a video of the conflict at noon and posted it online. The angle was very clever and tricky. They clearly had the upper hand in terms of numbers and force, but they still filmed a group of prosecutors violently bullying the weak. Women's perceptions.

At the same time, they also contacted the local big V to take the lead in speaking out: # Procuratorate violently prevented people from safeguarding their rights, #Prosecutor pushed the victim’s family, #花九女 died at the hands of the prosecutor # Sad! How did the credibility of the public security bureau and the law lose?

For a time, the city inspection was pushed to the forefront, triggering public criticism.

The leaders of the hospital urgently called Xu Lin for questioning. They made a decision before leaving get off work and quickly drew up a formal document. Song Shiwei was temporarily suspended for investigation as an official explanation to the outside world.

In the prosecutor general's office, the old leader sat at the table and calmly comforted the client: "Xiao Song, don't be too mentally burdened. The court will investigate this matter as soon as possible and give you an explanation."

Song Shiwei lowered her head and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

"I hope you will take a good rest during this period and also reflect on whether you were too idealistic in handling this matter."

The other party changed the topic, his voice was full of energy, his face was majestic and calm, "I appreciate young people's enthusiasm, but I hope you can go on to a long-term steadily. When we joined the company, we all swore to protect justice for the rest of our lives. Career, but if you want to protect justice, you must first protect yourself.”

He paused for a moment, and finally said earnestly: "Don't quickly consume all your passion and ideals when you first set foot on this road."

She lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "Yes, I understand."

***

As night falls, the lights are on.

After talking to the chief prosecutor and team leader respectively, it was already past the time to get off work. Song Shiwei declined the other party's kindness to drive her home. She sat alone in front of her workstation and slowly packed up the things on the table, and finally got up and turned off the phone. Computer and lighting, she picked up her small pot of green plants and quietly walked out of the door. Her figure looked particularly thin and lonely under the dim street lights.

After arriving home, she put the green plants on the balcony and even squatted down to carefully break off the yellowing leaves. There was no expression on her cold face, as if she had not been emotionally affected by today's events.

After a while, all the diseased leaves peeled off, but she still kept squatting on the ground, staring quietly at the plants in the pot without moving for a long time. The light in her black eyes was dim, and there was an unprecedented sense of depression, discouragement, and despair in her depths. Feeling cold and wavering.

The personal principles she had always firmly believed in were cracked by today's hysterical murderer.

She is not afraid of darkness or hard work. What scares her the most is the scene like today. Everyone stands in a different position and denies everything she has done from the inside out. This feeling makes her feel extremely confused.

Did she really do something wrong?

Nothing is more disturbing than a sudden shake of faith. Song Shiwei raised her head and bit her fingers hard, trying to suppress the surging emotions. However, the harder she tried to calm down and suppress them, the more those things became tightly piled in her chest and prevented her from venting, making her almost suffocated.

She took out her cell phone from her pocket and desperately wanted to call for help. Messages that had been accumulated for a day came out one after another on WeChat.

Yao Jiajia was filled with indignation and said that she would get free legal aid and vowed to peel off a layer of the other party's skin as compensation for mental damages. Xu Lin comforted her. The leaders believed that her starting point was good and things would be finalized soon, allowing her to rest in peace. Zhao Qingyu I asked her three times from afternoon to evening if she had time to answer the phone. The one at the bottom was Ji Yanchen. At noon, he said that he was leaving for training now and attached a photo from the car window.

Song Shiwei slowly put down the phone, and her dark eyes became quiet little by little.

She stood up and walked calmly back to the room, put on her pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

The person in the mirror looked weak and pale, making the redness and swelling on his cheeks even more shocking. She lowered her head and turned on the faucet, feeling a slight pain and heat when her fingertips touched it. She was silently forced to recall how embarrassing the scene at noon today was.

She washed up with an expressionless face and applied a layer of ointment to reduce swelling. When she was leaning on the sofa with her eyes open and lost in thought, Song Qingyu called at this moment and asked cautiously: "Sister, are you free tomorrow?"

She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead absently: "I have to go to work."

There was silence on the receiver for a few seconds: "Are you still in class now?"

"........."

Song Shiwei stopped and said coldly, "If you have anything to say, just say it. If you don't, I'm going to sleep."

The other party lowered his voice: "Dad is worried about you."

She sneered in her heart: "Let him not worry."

Song Qingyu continued: "He heard that you were suspended and is looking for connections to intercede for you."

She was a little impatient: "It's just a suspension, it doesn't have to be like this."

"He said that the public opinion of this incident was not good, and he was worried that if you were reinstated, you would be assigned to a bad department."

"There's nothing I can do about it. It's my own fault."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, then he said awkwardly: "Are you free at noon tomorrow? Dad said that your mother... has an old classmate who is the prosecutor general in the province."

Song Shiwei was surprised when he heard this, and then added: "That person will come to Chengdu tomorrow, and dad wants you to come out and have a meal together."

She slowly clenched her fingers on the phone, her cold face changed unpredictably, and finally said: "No time."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone and stared at the outline of the figure reflected on the TV screen. The tail of her lips gradually tightened, and her breathing became heavier and heavier. Gas gradually accumulated in her chest, squeezing her throat until it was hot and painful. It seemed like it was going to explode in the next second.