[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

Fufu applied for a meeting with the parties under the condition that the supervisors observed.

Before that, Fu Chou got the certificate as scheduled, and Dajiang arranged for Fu Chou to take over the case. With his current qualifications, he would generally not be able to accept it, which is why he chatted with Da Jiang for so long before.

Fuchao entered a closed small room under the guidance of the supervisor. During the waiting period, the uncle supervisor seemed to have worked in this institution for most of his life, and he was very talkative. In the young opinion, the main person responsible, Ao Tian, ​​the son of Aunt Baojie, is his main target of attack.

Extreme pseudo-revolutionaries, erroneous ultra-leftists, disrupting traffic order, and violating social security regulations... Among them, illegal gatherings, illegal fund-raising, and instigation of violence, rich people gradually became suspicious after hearing this.

The guards brought Okuda, in his early twenties, with a good-looking and energetic face, quite different from the ambitious and radicals he imagined. There was no sign of lynching on the surface, and he was humming innocently when he came.

"While some lone woman stands, Empty heart, empty hands, When the time came to part..."

Fuchao asked him about the situation, did not mention his mother, and Okuda did not ask. Sometimes Fuchou answered a few questions absent-mindedly, sometimes he did not answer, and some tunes came out of his throat intermittently.

At the end of the question, even the supervisors couldn't understand Okuda's sloppy behavior: "These students have something wrong with them. They don't study hard at the university. When they are ready to study and change the country in a down-to-earth manner, they just make trouble. I think they just want to skip class."

"Well, it's right to be down-to-earth." Okuda suddenly turned his head, his young face showing hostility, "The problem is that there is an earthquake right now, and when the opportunity is lost for academic achievement, there will be no bright future. Driving at the wrong fork You didn’t fucking pull the brakes before, and you pushed the back of the train on the wrong road after you went the wrong way, and you either overturned the train or invented a time machine, I’m sick and you’re sick?”

He finished speaking in one breath, then closed his lips tightly, and did not speak again.

When he came out, the supervisor was a little embarrassed, and said: "Their booing after him is not against the official and the rich. I think they wish they were the sons of the official and the rich. Listen to that kid. What obscene words and songs!"

Fuchou agreed with him, and the supervisor blew the hot water in the thermos. Regardless of his position with the other party, he even made an appointment with Fuchou for the next time, and Fuchou fully agreed in order to dig evidence from insiders.

Although Fusou doesn't have a good impression of Okuda, even if no supervisor speaks ill of him, he doesn't quite agree with his behavior, but he never wavers in his determination to defend Okuda.

The objective direction of justice has nothing to do with Fufu's personal preferences. Their personal rights have been damaged, and Fufu must fight for a reasonable judgment for them.

The courts in this country are by jury system.

Professional judges and public jurors form a collegial panel. The origin and development of the long-established jury system has been accompanied by struggle and evolution. Its positioning has changed from centralization to democracy, and now it is wandering in between.

In addition to evidence collection, Fuchao still has some room to play. The former prosecutor Dajiang helped Fuchou get the jury list.

Of course, the law stipulates that jurors and judges, lawyers, plaintiffs, and defendants cannot have any private contact outside the courtroom, and some worlds are so strict that they cannot make eye contact.

Fu Chou casually walked into a bar that was open not far from the detention center, ordered low-alcohol red wine and packed it with brown sugar.

Before that, he was preparing for the exam and reviewing human rights-related cases in a nursing home. He didn’t stay up late for a long time. When he resumed his previous routine, he almost fell down in the legal exam room. s things.

While drinking the foolish brown sugar wine, Fuchao took out the list and pen.

The list is by name and broad occupation only, not by status or seniority.To formulate a strategy according to the situation requires more information, just use the network and spend money, which is a well-paid job.It is not difficult to target the tricky secret figure, he still has a little information channel and intelligence network left in this world.

Among the jury of ten who decided whether the defendant was guilty or not, there were property owners such as merchants, doctors, and craftsmen, proletarians such as farmers and the working class, representatives of youth, women, and clergy.

The two surnames Xu Wang and Feng of the single head are acquainted with each other. They are both businessmen who run the family business.

Some power cannot be won, cannot be won.Although it is reported that it has contacts with the Rabbit Guard under the King of Gold, the essence of capital is that milk is mother. The military government can give those capital oligarchs tax cuts and sales policies, and capital drives economic development. Productivity, they are strong and win-win , civilians only have to pay taxes to the government and be squeezed and harvested by capital.Their stance tends to be self-explanatory.

In the future, Teng Takashi Kinomoto, a practitioner in the education industry;

Mao Lilan, member of non-governmental public welfare organization;

Daniel Dickens, Doctor;

Iki Hiyori, a middle-class woman;

Shizuo Heiwashima, worker;

Misaka Mikoto, student;

Baxuan Yugo, a farmer;

Tetsu Kakuda, Fr.

It is necessary to investigate the above-mentioned persons one by one, make insinuations, and unite all forces that can be united. The supplementary chain of evidence in the procedure must also not be left behind. It is such a cumbersome legal work to do seriously. If you are not sure about your own convenience, you are used to it. Cannot be factually verified.

The unmelted brown sugar sticks to the bottom of the cup, like sticky half-dried blood. The TV in the bar broadcasts news, and the world well and customs have been sealed for nearly a month. Some people from other worlds have been stranded, causing considerable social turmoil. , are currently being lifted one by one.

"The ban has been lifted again?" The bartender at the counter smiled, "It's like child's play to change the order."

"Administrative, judicial, and diplomatic affairs are all messed up at critical moments." Because of alcohol, the rich rewards also have some emotions, "The world of kingship used to rely solely on the kingship to form small groups to suppress people. It was inherently warlord in nature, and the kingship was still all slates. To put it mildly, it is called roulette, but to put it bluntly, isn't this just a play?"

Even the gods question the richness, let alone a piece of inexplicable granite.

"The regime is in chaos, it all depends on the character and self-consciousness of the chosen king, and there are almost no external supervision measures for the king. The source of power on these kings is that the sword of Damocles will be broken, and the same The contingency measures are not very good.”

The bartender looked behind Fuchou and shook his head vigorously with Fuchou.

"What? It's not like it never happened. The sword of Damocles fell, a city was destroyed, and the economic crisis broke out at that time. However, the reconstruction after the disaster was extremely slow, and it is still in ruins. Even if what happened has passed, the result will be later. The preparations that should be made are still not done, and then rely on the character and self-consciousness of the king..."

Fu Chou turned his head according to the bartender's instructions, and a red-haired man came to the seat at some time. With his appearance, the surrounding air seemed to heat up, and he lit a cigarette and paid attention to this side.

"Sorry, I'm not targeting you, I mean your world," Fuchou recognized Zhou Fangzun, the king, and explained, "The village committee can do it like this. The population of the world dares to do this.”

"……Oh."

His irrelevant tone made Fuchou frowned: "Actually, you didn't understand much of what I just said, did you?"

He shook his head: "I don't understand at all."

"..."

Relying on royal power to check and balance military power is unreliable, and the legal system cannot save the royal people. Should rich people be in politics?

It turns out that empowering good people is not enough to make the world a better place.

Furthermore, Fuchou felt that the king's lifespan was coming to an end.

The dying person has a state of uncontrollable chaos that cannot be pretended, and the power in the body amplifies this, otherwise he would not understand at all.

He visited the prison again the next day, and there was a prison warden he could fight for, but the rich gold could only make him not afraid of losing his job. What he was really afraid of was the military government that was about to become unrivaled after the decline of the kings one by one. This was not just his own. worry.

When leaving the detention center, a plump and lovely young lady happened to be with Fuchou. She approached him and directly took his arm.

"The injustice that hurts mankind, and the test are all excuses, right?" Fuchao asked.

She smiled sweetly.

"You are just making fun of human beings. You think it is very interesting to put together several worlds like this, just like you appear in a different image every time, just like a dress-up game, to pass your endless time."

Well...of course you can think so.

Fuchou heard her delicate voice.

"Why human beings? As a god, your vision must be extremely broad. Why are you joking with all the human beings in so many worlds? God is such a merciless thing? Why don't you use flies?"

Look at your arrogant speech as a human being.Perhaps the change of identity gave her the playfulness and meanness of an exclusive woman. She said, according to your logic, human beings should be pests.

"Makes sense."

In the process of human beings expanding their groups, how many creatures are exterminated, you never go to court for a ruling on such a trivial matter, unnecessary emotions are unnecessary.She took the rich man on her arm and walked leisurely with him under the tree-lined road.If one day I wiped you out with a wave of my hand, please remember, not because I want to, but because I can.

Fu Chou was silent for a moment: "I summoned you to make a third deal with you."

It's also the last time, have you figured it out?

"What is the price of a human life?"

30 dead, 20 dying, of course, counted in tons.

"The God Realm also has inflation?"

Reviving one person or one hundred million people is always the same to me, don't judge me by your standards.

She spoke in a steady voice, which was very arrogant by the standards of the rich.

Well, whose life are you going to change?

"You are the omniscient God."

You must speak out and make a covenant with me.

Fushou knew that this kind of resistance was very naive, so he finally spoke——

"Zhou Fangzun."

Happy Trading.

She let go of Fucho's arm, and swung the pendant on Fucho's chest with her plain hand.

In fact, the weight of the pendant could not have changed in any way, and Fu Choi still felt empty.

"The transaction is really irreversible?"

She smiled and walked away leisurely.

Fuchao tried to comfort himself, although I lost 20 tons of gold, but I got...

What the fuck did I get?