Grace

As a result, no case similar to this one was found.After the matter came to a dead end, he was a little tired. When he looked towards the dining table, he recalled the dream in the interrogation room again. He was only distracted for a minute. He quickly adjusted his state and returned his attention to Zhong Ding's case.

This time the balance in his heart has obviously changed, he is biased towards Zhong Ting, and choosing to believe him may also be to find a reason to convince himself.

If Zhong can be helped to prove his innocence, then this murder case across time and space will be defined as real, and Zhong’s dream that he went back to 30 years ago to kill did happen.

If everything becomes true, he will have a way to help Zhong.

What is more difficult now is that he has not found the red suitcase that appeared 30 years ago. There is no record on the Internet, so he can only use the most primitive method to find the old case.

He remembered that the neighbor downstairs had the habit of collecting newspapers, which had been accumulated since he was young, and newspapers had become part of his life testimony.With the progress of the times, electronic reading has replaced the old-fashioned way of reading. The young people around do not understand the reasons for the obsession of the older generation.

Qu Zhiwei came to explain the purpose of his visit. The uncle was very generous, thinking that he only needed old newspapers to collect materials for work, so he gave all his treasures to him.There were twelve boxes full of newspapers, and Qu Zhiwei carried two boxes downstairs at a time, and carried them six times.

It is not difficult to find old newspapers, but it is the most difficult to find a case report from so many old newspapers.

From dawn to dusk, Qu Zhiwei always maintained a posture of sitting cross-legged, leaning on the sofa behind him, and there was a large push of yellowed newspapers scattered on the coffee table in front of him. Twisted ants.He finally couldn't hold it anymore, put down the newspaper, raised his eyelids and looked at the clock. It had been more than three hours before he finished flipping through four boxes of newspapers, and there were still eight boxes stacked neatly next to them, completely untouched. past traces.

He went to the kitchen to make coffee, and then took the coffee cup to the balcony to blow the night breeze, and his irritability immediately dissipated a lot.The busy street outside made him feel for a moment that the scene in front of him and the scene in front of Kang's house at night in his dream began to overlap.

These days he always thought it was just a dream, but after seeing Zhong Ting, his firm idea began to waver. Maybe those experiences were not dreams. How many years have you lived there as a man?

He thought for a while, and then called Xing Dao's cell phone.

"Hey, handsome Qu, what's the matter?"

Although Xing Dao was joking, there was a strong sense of exhaustion that could not be concealed in his voice.

"I'm trying to find a way to prove that Zhong Ping didn't kill anyone."

"Damn, are you serious?!" Then Xing Dao lowered his voice, although his voice sank a lot, he could still hear it clearly through the handset.He was talking to himself: "It turns out that what he said this afternoon was serious. Could it be that Zhong Yu is really innocent? Damn! That guy really has something wrong, right?! If he didn't kill someone, why do he insist on killing himself?" Yes, because you feel uncomfortable living outside and want to go to jail for a few days? Don’t you know that this is a waste of police resources? I don’t know if you can go to court to sue him?”

"Ahem, stop talking nonsense, I called to tell you, Zhong Ding told me that the same murder happened in Beijing 30 years ago, and I am now flipping through old newspapers..."

"Wait, what do you mean? Find out the same murder case 30 years ago, do you want to say that this murder case was committed by the same murderer, and that it is the first case of re-offending after 30 years?!" Xing Dao said. Get excited. "Isn't that the murderer we're looking for is a 60-year-old man?!"

"Probably."

"Then have you found it?"

"I have too many old newspapers here. I guess it will take me one night to find them all. Now you can quickly turn on your computer and go online to search for information about old cases of murder and dumping of corpses in red suitcases. I have already found Not a few times, you try to post a post on the forum for help, maybe someone will reply to you."

"OK, I understand."

At dawn the next day, Qu Zhiwei took off the newspaper covering his body and sat up on the sofa. It was almost three o'clock in the morning after reading last night. He really didn't have the strength to go back to the bedroom, so he just fell down on the sofa and spent the night.

He dragged his tired body into the bathroom to wash, took a hot shower, changed into clean clothes, came out and sorted the newspapers scattered on the table and the floor by date and put them back into the cardboard box.

The phone rang, and a message popped up on the screen, it was from Xing Dao, saying that he had nothing to gain.

Right now there is no key evidence to prove Zhong Ting's innocence, and the date of the first trial is set for tomorrow. According to Zhong Ting's previous remarks, he is very likely to be prosecuted, and he needs to find a lawyer to help him.Even so, Qu Zhiwei was not very worried. After all, the only thing against Zhong Ding in court was the "criminal evidence" he dictated. Without substantive evidence, the judge could not judge him guilty.

It was also like this, Qu Zhiwei somewhat understood why Zhong Tie, who had surrendered himself, was so confident.

He had already foreseen everything in advance, not to mention his real purpose might not lie in this, but he wanted to use the murder case to ferment to achieve his own purpose.

If he guessed correctly, Zhong Tie wanted to find the murderer for himself by blackmailing himself.Therefore, first of all, he must find someone who believes in his theory of time and space. Maybe he wanted to assimilate Xing Dao at first, but unfortunately Xing Dao's sense of belief was too firm, which caused his plan to fail, and then his own appearance brought him back. There is a glimmer of light.

According to the current situation, even if Zhong Ping is found innocent in the first trial and will be released in court, Zhong Ping will not let himself go. As long as he continues to confess his criminal facts and explain his murder process in detail, the judiciary will I still feel that this case must have something to do with him, so I won't easily acquit him.

Qu Zhiwei is deeply aware of Zhong Ping's scheming and understanding of the law. This move is precisely because he has done enough homework in advance, so he knows how to walk around the edge of the law, and he will not be able to deceive himself.

Thinking of this, Qu Zhiwei sent a text message back to Xing Dao, saying that he would leave the city today and tomorrow, and would not be back until a few days later.

It's just that he never expected that he would drive back to the city overnight on the day the first trial ended.The reason why he shortened his time out and drove back even at night was because of the verdict of the first trial.

He rejected all the inferences he had confidently given before.

The judge found Zhong Ping guilty, and the prosecutor submitted a key piece of evidence in court that day, proving that Zhong Ping was indeed the murderer.

Qu Zhiwei felt very annoyed. He felt that he had been tricked by Zhong Ping. Now Zhong Ping was transferred to the provincial prison and was regarded as a key guard. He needed to use some connections to see Zhong Ping.So the first person he thought of was naturally Xing Dao, Xing Dao must have a way to let him visit the prison to meet Zhong Ping.

But Xing Dao refused, saying that if the decision made by the judge in the second trial of this case does not change, then Zhong Ping will definitely be sentenced to death.

Qu Zhiwei was thinking about other things at that time, but he didn't notice that there was something in Xing Dao's words, and he didn't notice that his eyes were wandering. Whenever he turned his head to look at him, he always avoided his gaze quietly.

Since Xing Dao politely refused, Qu Zhiwei also thought about whether to let it go like this, but he was not reconciled. There was one thing he still wanted to get an answer from Zhong Ting, otherwise he would not be able to fly to other countries with peace of mind. I can't live a good life either.

So he rummaged through the files of past patients and found a woman's file. He remembered that the husband of this woman was an official, so maybe she could help him.

A week later, Qu Zhiwei came to the prison and finally saw Zhong Ting.

At this moment, he was not as confident as before, he was a little ashamed, and when he saw Qu Zhiwei, there was a gleam of light in his eyes, just like a dying person in the desert seeing a bottle of water.

"You're finally here." His pale lips whispered.

Qu Zhiwei didn't hear his words because of the glass. After sitting on the chair and pressing the handset button, he said to Zhong Duo, "Are you really the serial murderer?"

After hearing what he said, the light in Zhong Ping's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he showed a wry smile. "It seems that you believe it too. Since you don't believe me, why do you still come to see me?"

Qu Zhiwei was silent for a moment, "What was your previous plan?"

"Before I surrendered, I read the law day and night. I wanted to get myself into the situation and get out, but unfortunately I screwed up." He slapped the glass hard, "I just don't want to have that kind of nightmare Now, why would I pay for my whole life? If I was sentenced to death in the second trial, I would really have to wait to die!"

"Are you really not a murderer?"

"Of course not!"

"It's better like this, I don't want my dream to be shattered."

Zhong You thought that the dream he was talking about might refer to something like a dream, so he didn't pay much attention to it, and continued: "Until now, I can't figure out why this happened to me. I'm just an ordinary person who likes to write novels. How could I have something to do with the murderer in my dream? Sometimes I wonder if it was my past life, I committed sins in the previous life, so the retribution came to this life."

"It may not be the retribution of the previous life." Qu Zhiwei exhaled slightly. "I've had this dream just like you."

"What dream did you have?" Zhong Ping heard