appendix!Closing report

Extorting confessions by torture is a serious matter in the judicial system.

It's okay if they don't find out, but once they are found out, it will definitely be a terrible situation for the police, and maybe it's because of this reason that ordinary forced confessions will not stand.

At least the public security investigation department will not cooperate.

Obtaining evidence is also very difficult.

When Zhao Sun was about to go to court, he suddenly retracted his confession, which was not considered high in terms of admissibility. After Xin Jian asked Meng Jun and Wu Gang, he didn't make much statement, but let them go back after getting a general understanding of the situation.

Before leaving, Meng Jun handed the paper that he had been clutching to Fu Zhi.

It is a certificate.

Probably their criminal investigation captain proved that he had never had any bad records during the interrogation process. It was not considered a formal document. After reading it, Fu Zhi handed it to Xin Jian, who just smiled.

"Go to the jail tomorrow?"

Before Zhao Sun was interrogated, nothing could be concluded.

Fu Zhi had no objection to this, he sorted out Wu Gang's confession, and then lay down on the table to catch up on sleep.

Xin Jian just turned around to pour a glass of water, and when he came back, he saw that he was already on the ground, raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and he sat opposite Fu Zhi: "Have you slept enough for half a month?"

There was nothing else to do in the hospital bed except sleep, so he thought Fu Zhi should have had enough of lying down anyway.

Fu Zhi buried his head in his arms, and his voice was muffled: "It feels different."

"Wouldn't you feel dizzy if you sleep like this?" Xin Jian would feel dizzy when he woke up if he slept for more than six hours a day.

"I get dizzy when I don't sleep enough."

After moving slightly, Fu Zhi turned his face sideways and raised his eyelids: "A workaholic like you can't experience this kind of happiness at all."

Xin Jian is the complete opposite type to him.

Saburo works hard when he starts to do things, and he looks energetic at any time when he has a job. The overtime time is probably longer than the vacation time.

In fact, since getting to know Xin Jian, his holidays have dropped exponentially.

"I'm a workaholic?" Xin Jian took a sip of water, and said with a mocking face, "Who wants to drive after having a stomach piercing?"

No matter how workaholic he is, he doesn't risk his life...

Fu Zhi closed his eyes, not very interested in this topic: "I didn't feel any pain at the time."

In fact, this is also true.

When driving at that time, he really didn't feel much pain, but he felt very tired and had no strength in his body.

But that was his normal behavior, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

Thinking of that shirt, Xin Jian's face was a little gloomy, and he walked over and stood next to Fu Zhi: "You need to check your stomach."

"No." The person lying on the table answered very simply.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of needles?"

"I'm afraid of everything in the hospital, and I can't beat myself to death."

Fu Zhi even rejected the physical examination.

He has a physical repulsion to the scene where someone compares him with a bunch of equipment. I don't know if it is the psychological shadow that fell from his childhood. In short, he will not go to that place unless he can.

Regarding his insistence, Xin Jian frowned. Fu Zhi would sometimes display a speechless stubbornness towards some very trivial matters. He had experienced it once before, and the other party refused to go to the hot spring.

But if he continues to let it go like this, he doesn't know how much he will toss himself next time...

Xin Jian put down the teacup, stretched out his hand and pushed Fu Zhi: "Then don't live in the dormitory in the courtyard, the basement is already cloudy."

"Don't live in the basement and I sleep on the road?"

The person who couldn't sleep because of the noise raised his head and looked at Xin Jian contemptuously. The latter smiled and said, "Stay with me."

In fact, I wanted to mention this before, but I was very busy, so I got off the hook.

The dormitory of the procuratorate is really not for people to live in.

No basics except beds.

Fu Zhi raised his eyebrows: "No."

"why?"

"No reason."

After Fu Zhi finished speaking, he continued to bury his head back, no matter what Xin Jian said, he didn't bother to answer, his closed eyes covered all his thoughts, and made the people around him confused.

Xin Jian always felt that Fu Zhi was not easy to understand.

It seems that he doesn't care about anything, but when he gets in touch, he feels that the bottom line principle is very special. Although he is very close, he still feels that there is something separated.

However, he also knew that it was useless to force someone like Fu Zhi.

He took another sip of water in moderation, and after a short rest, he sat back in his seat and continued to deal with other cases.

Fu Zhi had special approval to put aside his work and focus on Zhao Sun's case, but Xin Jian did not.

He also has a lot of stuff in his office.

The time for the interrogation was arranged, but it started to rain early the next morning.

The foggy weather looks very uncomfortable, and the temperature with humidity is even more frowning.

The so-called one winter rain and one cool, especially in the north.

Xin Jian was sent to a meeting by the director, and Fu Zhi waited for him standing at the stairs in the courtyard of the building. He couldn't stand the cold anymore, so he took out a cigarette and lit it, biting it in his mouth and staring at the rain outside in a daze.

When the wind blows, he gathers his coat and shrinks it in.

After smoking a cigarette, I light another one. The rain is continuous, and the waiting people seem to be unable to feel the passage of time.

When Xin Jian came down the stairs, he saw Fu Zhi's back standing at the door.

A person who is obviously quite tall, usually likes to curl up into a ball.

He vaguely felt that every time it seemed that Fu Zhi was standing in an obvious place waiting for him, and he didn't even need to look for it deliberately, he was always standing where he should appear.

"Sure enough, when it's raining, I like to lose my mind..."

A little surprised by his divergent thinking, Xin Jian muttered something to himself, then smiled, stepped forward and pinched the back of Fu Zhi's neck habitually.

The person next to him shrank even more, and turned to stare at him.

Xin Jian asked casually, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Just arrived."

Without raising his head, Fu Zhi pinched out his cigarette and left it on the lid of the trash can.Xin Jian didn't expose him, he put the coat on his head casually, and the two trotted all the way to the garage.

When getting into the car, Xin Jian covered Fu Zhi with his coat: "Let me drive."

The latter didn't refuse, hugged his coat and curled up on the co-pilot and closed his eyes again.

Whenever going out, Xin Jian is the driver.

As for why, I can't pursue it anymore. In layman's terms, it's just a habit.

——Obviously not too long.

Xin Jian felt that he and Fu Zhi had formed many habits together...

Fu Zhi got into the car and caught fire, and was pushed up by Xin Jian when he was almost there. He glanced out the window in a daze, and frowned: "So fast?"

"How about I drive you around again?"

Xin Jian's tone was similar to coaxing a child.

Fu Zhi glanced at him, jumped out of the car without saying a word, Xin Jian's coat in his arms was full of warmth from his embrace, and it was just right when he put it on.

On the contrary, Fu Zhi probably kept his clothes on in the car and shivered when he got off the car. Before Xin Jian could say anything later, he rushed all the way into the building by himself.