First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 180 The Eve

Lyra, evening.

Qiao stroked the smartphone on his finger, and pushed open the door of the meeting room again, "Help me find Zhao Zemu again."

After a whole day, the guards were already familiar with the young master, so they were not surprised to hear this.They admired the young master's perseverance in their hearts. Although they pouted and shook their heads, they still led Zhao Zemu into the meeting room.

If Yan Suizhi or Gu Yan were here, they would be surprised by Zhao Zemu's changes.

Zhao Zemu, who was on the beach of Yaba Island back then, although he would occasionally look at the coast in a daze, but most of the time he was talking and laughing. He was well dressed and behaved like a successful businessman.

But now, his complexion is gray and haggard, his chin is full of blue stubble, his hair has not been taken care of for a while, his temples reach the tip of his ears, his bangs are drooping, and his eyes are hidden in the shadow cast by the bangs.

For a whole day, every time Qiao saw him, he had the urge to find a pair of scissors to cut off all his bangs. He always felt that the ends of his hair could get stuck into Zhao Zemu's eyes with a flick.

The guard brought them here, greeted Joe, then left the meeting room, and closed the door tightly for them.

As soon as the others left, the entire meeting room became quiet.

Zhao Zemu, as always, looked out the window without saying a word.I don't know if it's in a trance, or it's pure refusal to cooperate.

Facing his cold treatment before, Joe would always play both hard and soft, earnestly speak out, and babble non-stop at the limit level of a talker, trying to persuade him with a three-inch tongue, but in the end he would always be blocked by his appearance Feeling out of breath, he slammed the door and walked out.

But this time was different, this time Joe hadn't spoken since he entered the door.

He leaned back in the chair, fiddled with two fingers with downcast eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

There were birds whizzing by outside the window, Zhao Zemu blinked his eyes gently, and for a moment, he almost had an illusion——Joe seemed to have given up.

Zhao Zemu's gaze fell outside the window for a long time, and finally he took it back and turned to look at Qiao.

"What are you looking at me for?" Joe stopped his fingers and raised his head to ask him.

"...You don't seem to plan to ask me any more questions." Except for the greetings and pleasantries when we met in the morning, this was the first sentence Zhao Zemu said.

After staying in the detention center for a long time, his voice became hoarse, and it seemed to be full of fatigue and worries.

Joe thought for a while, then nodded with his mouth curled up, "Almost, it's useless to grind you all day. You know me, the most annoying thing for me is tossing and tugging. It's boring, really."

He spread his hands and made a comparison to Zhao Zemu, "I figured it out just now, if you really don't want to say it, even if I make you open your mouth, you may tell a bunch of lies. Twisted melons are not sweet, I still understand that."

Zhao Zemu asked hesitantly, "Then why are you still here?"

Joe glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "I'll take the shuttle back to Decama at 9 o'clock in the evening. You know, I'm worried about leaving Ke Jin elsewhere for too long."

"Ok, I know."

Joe added, "I have been persuading you intermittently for nearly 8 hours since I entered the detention center and walked out of the interview room in the morning. There are still more than two hours before I leave for the port. I don’t know when I will have the time to come to Tianqin when I return to Decama this time, so I will sit with you for a while. It has nothing to do with the case, just as a... long-time playmate Bar."

Zhao Zemu didn't know what to think of, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.This made him look complicated, as if he had a lot to say, but he seemed unable to utter a word.

Qiao said again: "Don't be too moved, playmates have to add a qualifier - once. In the past few years, let alone playmates, all they talk about together are hypocritical polite words. In the current situation, the scene can't be said , I have nothing to talk about, I can only sit with you, in a literal sense."

What he said was very straightforward, but he didn't know which nerve of Zhao Zemu he had hit.After listening in silence, he suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Zemu shook his head, "I just tried to recall, since when did I become boring."

Joe sneered, snapped off a few fingers half-truthfully, and said, "It's been too long, and it's been too long to count. It seems that I had a horse race appointment with you alone in middle school, right? To be honest, I didn’t have much to talk about that time, and it was quite a difficult afternoon. After I went back, I thought to myself, I will definitely not look for you alone in the future, it’s too embarrassing.”

Zhao Zemu raised his eyebrows.

When making this expression, he had his usual appearance again, "Everyone, each other, after that, I never asked you out alone again."

Qiao simply counted down the years with his fingers, "I have been hanging out with Gu Yan and the others since college, but I will still invite you to parties."

"Is it a courtesy invitation?" Zhao Zemu poked at it.

"Yes, courtesy." Joe laughed, and asked casually, "Who were you getting close to at that time?"

"Manson." Zhao Zemu paused for a while, then added: "Brewer, Milo...and George, the whole Manson family."

Hearing the names of Brewer and Miro, Joe snorted politely, but didn't linger on the topic too much, "Anyone can see this. I'm asking about friends, real friends."

Zhao Zemu shook his head: "No, no real friend."

Joe nodded, and commented, "I guess so, your luck is really bad. It's a wonderful feeling to have a few true friends. It's a pity not to experience it."

Zhao Zemu said: "I know."

After saying this, he suddenly fell into a long silence, looking out of the window and remembering something.

After a long time, Zhao Zemu suddenly whispered: "People are really strange..."

According to his definition all along, only those who can tell the truth as they like can be considered friends.In this way, there was really none before.But now he suddenly realizes that starting from a certain sentence just now, the conversation between him and Joe has no pretense of hypocrisy. do not mind.

Suddenly, it will give people the illusion of "still friends".

So people are really weird...

When he was five or six years old, he was in a hurry, and he could fight and catch snakes for each other, regardless of his own safety, as if having one or two life-and-death friends in a lifetime was enough.

But when they were fifteen or sixteen years old, in just ten years, they had drifted away and parted ways.The address of each other gradually changed from "friends of life and death" to Fa Xiao, then to childhood playmates, and then to polite old acquaintances, and it seemed that this would be the case for a lifetime.

But now, Zhao Zemu is 40 years old, Joe and young master Manson are 35 and [-] years old. They have been fighting for more than [-] years. One is just out of the hospital and is recuperating, the other is running around for a huge case, and the other is in the detention center.It's a world of difference, but I have vaguely regained the feeling of a friend again.

Zhao Zemu didn't speak for a long time.

Joe looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "You're shaking, I can see that."

Zhao Zemu raised his eyes and admitted after a moment of silence: "...Yes, I am wavering."

"Won't you get dizzy if you shake it?" Young Master Qiao asked, "What's there to hesitate? If it were me, I'd already be talking about it."

"The matter has come to this point, who cares if we don't talk about it?" Zhao Zemu said, "It doesn't make any sense anymore."

"Indecision and nonsense!" Joe said unceremoniously, "You used to catch snakes and twist their heads so neatly, why are you so ink-stained now?!"

Zhao Zemu shook his head, "You don't know, the roots of Brewer and Milo Manson are too deep, and too many people are involved, and every one who comes out and stomps his feet can shake three shocks, what about him? The network that has been compiled for nearly 30 years is not something I can subvert with a few words."

Joe: "Oh."

Zhao Zemu: "..."

"Thirty years of intertwining, I know," said Joe. "Not only do I know, I know very well. Who's dead at their hands, who's at risk, who's united with them, who's trying to Check, you may not know this, but I know it very well. Not only do I know it, but I also have evidence."

"Do you have evidence?" Zhao Zemu finally got serious.

"Yes, there are quite a few."

"How much is a lot?" Zhao Zemu pondered for a moment, then couldn't help reminding, "They are not so easy to be beaten, one or two things can't bring them down."

"It's okay." Joe said modestly, "It's enough for them to stay in prison until the end of the world, or each of them can eat a lost gun."

Zhao Zemu: "..."

"Tell me, is this level of evidence enough to pry your mouth open?" Master Qiao asked jokingly.

Before Zhao Zemu could speak, Qiao called up the screen of his smartphone and found a screenshot that Gu Yan sent him, "If the evidence is not enough, then add this."

Zhao Zemu saw all kinds of data from that picture, such as "surface signal source" and "essential signal source", which made him a little confused, "What is this?"

"Manson's minions have been sending threatening emails to our people." Joe said, "Do you know what the consequences will be if something of this nature is investigated?"

Zhao Zemu: "I know."

"As long as you know it, what you mean by this picture is that although your family sacrificed so much for Manson, they have no guilt for cheating your family. They even sent threatening emails and interfered with several smart phones. , I have to put on your family’s shell, I’m afraid your family’s death is not thorough enough.”

Zhao Zemu's face darkened, and Qiao took another thing and put it on the table, "If these are not enough, then add this."