Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 801 Teacher, Your Handcuffs Are Off 50
Zhu Huaijin didn't quite understand what they said at that time, but at least he could hear the faint envy in the adults' voices and the malfunctioning door.

... But he knew that the door wasn't stuck because of the heat, it was obviously locked from the outside.

Zhu Huaijin intuitively felt that this was very important, so she tried to tell the adults the truth, but no one was willing to listen to what the child said in a panic, and even if she understood it, no one would believe it.

After all, in their eyes, children are pure-minded, so when they hear that the door cannot be opened, they feel that the door is locked.

But their adults understand that whoever would pay back a few innocent people must be because the door manufacturer cut corners and made defective products, which led to this tragedy.

When Zhu Huaijin was a child, no one believed what Zhu Huaijin said, but when he grew up, and finally someone was willing to listen to him and believe his judgment, the murderer's power was already intertwined, and it was not so easy to uproot.

Zhu Huaijin's hand holding the material was a little hard, and a few palpitating wrinkles were formed on the paper.

The truth that was covered up under the "accident" was finally unearthed at this moment, and placed in broad daylight, waiting to be judged again and be wronged.

After looking through the information, I realized that this matter is far more than just one case.

Zhu Huaijin's stack of materials, every page and every line, are all similar, sensational and immoral activities.

... If it wasn't for the underdeveloped technology at that time, various identification methods were still relatively backward, and Si Jianshu and Shi Gang were too cautious, these two people would never have jumped so smoothly to the present.

But later, when the identification methods could keep up, a lot of evidence had been intentionally buried in the long river of history.

——Time can indeed dilute many things, including numerous blood debts.

But after diluting, there are still some traces that cannot be erased.

The blood that has flowed has penetrated deeply into the ground, and rotted into a man-eating swamp. One day, it will return to the ground and drag the demon into the ground.

Zhu Huaijin stared at the documents scattered on a table, recalling the past scene, a little lost in thought.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the study door.

He raised his head suddenly, and after recognizing Si Yu, he relaxed a little, his thoughts gradually returned, and he remembered that he had taken her home to stay temporarily.

Although he has long understood that Si Yu and Si Jianshu are not the same kind of people, but when he sees Si Yu, he can't help but think of Si Jianshu...

Zhu Huaijin closed his eyes and forcibly suppressed his spreading emotions. He stood up and lowered his head to sort out the documents on the table. His forehead hair slipped slightly, casting a shadow of moderate depth in front of his eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he realized how messy the table had been made by him.

Maybe it was just when I was extremely angry, I couldn't help but dropped the materials like I was doing my homework, not only were they all over the table, but even a few sheets were dropped on the ground.

Fortunately, these materials are just photocopied, as long as they don't leak out, it doesn't matter if they get crumpled...

After Zhu Huaijin finished tidying up the table, she bent down to pick up the paper on the floor, but at this moment, a hand pressed down on the paper first, and gently picked it up.

Zhu Huaijin was startled, and looked at Si Yu, who was silent across the way.

The aura around the girl was not much more relaxed than his, and she lowered her eyes and did not speak, but her eyes flicked over the paper over and over again.

Zhu Huaijin realized that these should not be shown to her. He was about to raise his hand to retrieve the information, but suddenly saw the other party gently touching the black and white photos on the paper.

(End of this chapter)