Rebirth Mission

Xu Weiliang and Lawyer Zhang are in the same university. In a friendly basketball match between psychology major and law major, the two players faced off and neither gave in.

The key to victory was Xu Weiliang's buzzer-beater, which won the game by one point.

Lawyer Zhang said congratulations but hit his shoulder unwillingly, only to find that he actually had muscles!

I thought that students majoring in psychology were just like students majoring in law, who would spend their days reading books, reading cases, reading analysis, and discussing specific situations, so their physical fitness would definitely be average. But watching Xu Weiliang, who played the entire game and was still in the best mental state among all the players, I couldn't help but sigh at his physical fitness.

In the words of lawyer Zhang: If you become a psychological criminal in the future, you must be very difficult to deal with, good at fighting, and good at professionalism. You are simply "both civil and military".

Xu Weiliang was still a sunny and cheerful boy at that time. He did not comment on what Lawyer Zhang said, but responded with "If you want to be a lawyer, you should first learn the correct usage of idioms."

The two became brothers who could talk about anything, and even helped each other to chase girls, but all ended in failure.

Some kind-hearted classmates couldn't bear to see the two people at a loss, so they pointed out the blind spot: One is using psychological tactics, the other is talking about legal regulations. Are you planning to send them to jail?

Although the two lack experience in this area, it has to be said that they have learned their majors very well and are both top students. They also left the campus with the honor of being outstanding graduates. They are young and full of ambition. They both want to use their own strength to help the suffering people and boast that they can change this society.

Xu Weiliang joined the police station as a psychological counselor. He is cheerful, outgoing and has strong professional knowledge. Many criminals relax their vigilance because of his young age, which makes it easier for them to reveal their flaws. When he completes a task and is praised, he smiles brightly, with the youthful vigor that is unique to young people.

Lawyer Zhang joined a law firm. He didn't get many cases at first. After all, he was a newcomer and still at the bottom of the pyramid, doing odd jobs. This didn't have any impact on him. His calm personality satisfied his master, and he began to assist his master as an assistant in handling some case appeals.

The barbecue restaurant is 800 meters away from the university campus. The store is not big, and there are small stools and folding tables at the door in summer. Although the taste is not the best, it is economical and affordable. They started eating here in college and gathered here when they first entered society. Even after they became independent in their own ways, they still came here.

A plate of barbecue, two bottles of beer, and a chat under the moonlight.

From the lofty ambitions and goals in his youth to the difficulties in the workplace and the wickedness of human nature later on.

Their changes are due to every setback and every social experience, which have smoothed out their youthful edges and faded their high spirits. Even so, they have never given up on the dreams in their hearts.

One uses his brain's logic to fight with courage and wisdom in order to make the criminal confess his crime. The other uses the laws in his hand to argue with scholars in order to protect the interests of ordinary people.

Both of them have had their moments of glory, being praised by those around them, relied on by the public, and envied by their peers... They don't care, but it makes them rise to the occasion.

But reality gave them a loud slap in the face.

The last time they met five years after graduation was outside a barbecue restaurant. Two men in suits were huddled on stools. On the table was a plate of barbecue and a pile of empty wine bottles at Lawyer Zhang's feet.

Lawyer Zhang was wearing a black suit on a stool beside him, a blue shirt, and a light grey tie. He was drunk but very quiet. He rested his knees with his arms, one hand holding the bottle, his head down, his eyes full of loss and helplessness.

"They are innocent and I know they are telling the truth."

"But I don't have enough evidence."

“The judge didn’t believe me.”

"..."

Xu Weiliang watched him mumbling while drinking bottle after bottle of wine. He felt like a stone was pressing down on his heart, and he couldn't breathe smoothly. He couldn't get the evidence he wanted, so he could only accompany him and send him home drunk.

The next three days were filled with memories that he had not dared to touch for many years.

On the first day, Lawyer Zhang sent him a message: My lawyer has found evidence! Aliang, I will definitely win this time!

Xu Weiliang smiled and waited for the court to share the results with him.

That night, instead of receiving a call from Lawyer Zhang, there were overwhelming headlines on the Internet.

Zhang, an elite lawyer in the industry, was paid to fabricate evidence!

Does providing false information in court constitute fraud?

An insider revealed that lawyer Zhang used threats and inducements in order to win the case!

Xu Weiliang panicked and called Lawyer Zhang, but the call went unanswered. Zhang was not at home, let alone in the law office, so he drove to the downstairs of his house and waited all night with the charger connected.

The next day, Lawyer Zhang sent a second message: Don't worry, I'm fine. I've been filing and checking information all night, so I'm a little busy.

Xu Weiliang breathed a sigh of relief and drove back to the police station, somewhat absent-mindedly. Although he believed in Attorney Zhang, the online heat had not subsided, and there were even more and more headlines, with a mixture of truth and falsehood, and many of them were media outlets that took advantage of the situation. He asked several authoritative people in the police station, and the answers he got were very consistent. All the problems were centered on one point:

How to prove the authenticity of evidence?

After work, Lawyer Zhang's phone call still didn't go through. He hadn't slept the night before and fell asleep on the sofa.

On the third day, Xu Weiliang woke up, looked at his phone with blank messages, washed up and went to work. He didn't know what was going on, but he was very nervous and depressed the whole day. When it was time to get off work, the police station arrested a stubborn fugitive. Xu Weiliang dutifully entered the interrogation room and began to break down the other party's psychological defenses.

After several years of experience, facing different criminals every day, Xu Weiliang already has his own set of experience and routines. The effect may not be 100%, but more than 80% of them are useful. This time the battle was over in less than ten minutes.

The smile on her face when she walked out of the interrogation room completely disappeared after she saw the third message from Lawyer Zhang.

He said something to his colleagues and rushed out of the police station, driving at full speed. In front of the law firm building, the alarm lights on the ambulance and police cars were flashing, and the vehicles were surrounded by people and reporters were reporting on the scene.

Xu Weiliang walked over, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step was so heavy that it oppressed his heart. He was stopped outside by the cordon. The man lying on the ground was wearing a black suit, a blue shirt and a light gray tie. He had been so busy for the past three days that he had not even changed his clothes.

"Time of death: 7:25 pm."

"The cause of death was initially determined to be suicide."

The forensic doctor examined him and spoke to the assistant beside him, who recorded the time of his death on the document in his hand.

The person who had eaten with me three days ago is now recorded by others with a string of numbers and a page of text.

Xu Weiliang watched his body being wrapped and carried into the car, and kept staring at the car as it drove farther and farther away until the red and blue warning lights disappeared.

The screen of the phone in his trouser pocket was unlocked.

On the WeChat interface, there is a chat page with the note "A Gongchang". Below the green chat bubbles with unconnected voice messages is a white chat bubble:

Aliang, I'm a coward, I'm going to run away.