Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

Chapter 802 Su Miao Extra Story 74

Song Hansheng thought it over clearly, no one can persuade him, the money under his name has already been dealt with, and only 8000 million is left.

Song Hansheng was imprisoned, and the Song family was gone. The people in the group had already left and scattered, and were taken over by others to continue the glory of the past.

The assistant who had been with Song Hansheng stayed with him in the hospital for two days. When he learned that Song Hansheng only had 8000 million yuan left with him, he thought that Song Hansheng kept it for use after he was released from prison.

8000 million is enough for a person to live comfortably in the second half of his life, and many people will not earn 1000 million in their lifetime.

But I didn't expect Song Hansheng to spend it in a blink of an eye, and no one knew where it was used.

He was hospitalized for [-] days, and July [-] was the day when Song Hansheng went to court to announce the verdict.

There were many reporters standing at the door that day. At [-]:[-], Song Hansheng was taken to court by two policemen. He was wearing a blue and black prison uniform, with a bald head and an obvious scar on it. He had lost his hair more than a month after the operation. It hasn't grown out yet, only black spots can be seen vaguely, the same as the stubble on his chin.

His hands were handcuffed, and the chains collided with each other and made a rustling sound every time he took a step.

Today's Song Hansheng is as decadent as he can be, like a bereaved dog that everyone shouts and beats.

Song Hansheng lowered his head, besides human voices, there were also the sound of cameras shooting around him, and the flashlights gathered around him.

After entering, it was completely quiet. Song Hansheng raised his eyes and looked at a bird flying past outside the window. He looked in the direction the bird flew past, and his eyes paused after sweeping the crowd outside.

Song Hansheng's eyes went from dim to bright for a moment, and finally turned into silent darkness again.

He had hallucinations again, just now he glanced at the crowd outside and saw Su Miao inside.

How could it be Su Miao?

Su Miao is dead.

The judge took his seat and knocked the gavel to start the trial. A series of procedures and time passed quickly. Song Hansheng didn't say a word or listen to the whole process until the trial result came out and the judge pronounced a sentence of life imprisonment.

He killed someone, but the person he killed was supposed to be a prisoner in a mental hospital. He thought he would be given a lighter sentence, but he didn't expect that he would be sentenced to life imprisonment. In the monitoring, what is the difference between this and death for Song Hansheng?

For him, this is more painful than death. From the moment Su Miao was declared dead, Song Hansheng lost his soul. He is only alive now to complete the task.

"Song Hansheng, reflect on yourself in prison."

There were too many people, and I don't know who said this sentence. Song Hansheng blinked his dry eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and replied lightly, "Okay"

I didn't expect him to be able to laugh at this moment.

Everyone present thought that this result would make Song Hansheng depressed, but he smiled in this desperate situation. When he smiled at him, the person who originally wanted to ridicule him couldn't speak.

They have witnessed a person's rise and fall, falling into the mud from a high sky. Song Hansheng in front of him is 33 years old this year. 30 years old is the beginning of many people. Standing at [-], many people only become a family at this time.

However, Song Hansheng lost everything in this year. He had no career and no home. He seemed to have aged ten years all of a sudden, with deep exhaustion imprinted on his face.

The police officer beside him gave him a push: "Let's go."

Song Hansheng was escorted out of the court. When he got into the car, he looked up at the crowd he had seen before, but there was nothing.

Today's sky is still clear, cloudless, blue and lonely.

Several police officers beside him closely escorted him and told him to get in the car quickly. The surrounding became crowded at some point.

Song Hansheng reacted belatedly, and when he glanced over, all cameras and microphones were facing him, and a group of reporters surrounded him and asked him various questions.

The flashlight kept focusing on him, and there was a constant "click" sound in his ears. Song Hansheng squinted his eyes slightly, his brain was a little cloudy, and there was a dull pain from the place where the knife was moved.

He glanced at the spectators not far away, holding an empty bottle in his hand, and he probably threw it over if there was a policeman stopping him here.

Song Hansheng's memory is sometimes good and sometimes not. What should be remembered is not remembered, but what should not be remembered appears in his brain.

For example, now he thinks of when the Su family fell from power, the scene at that time was the same as it is now.

The corners of Song Hansheng's mouth curled up, bitterness mixed with self-mockery.

"Song Hansheng, don't cry now, it's useless to cry, the matter has come to an end, you should reflect on it and reform after entering, maybe after a long time, your sentence may be commuted..." The police officer who was escorting him Say so.

cry?

me?

Song Hansheng raised his heavy wrist, and rubbed his face with the back of his hand until his hands were wet. What is this?

He stared blankly at the water stains on the back of his hand.

When I lowered my head, there were more and more water stains on the back of my hands, and some fell onto the handcuffs.

His vision was blurred, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses after staring at his eyes. He actually started crying in full view, so embarrassing!