【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

Chapter 15

I just want to ask you one question, does what you said on the night of the tenth still count?

Sun Chaozhong looked up at Fang Mengwei, and slowly pulled out the fingers that were being held.Every day he was looking forward to Fang Mengwei's return home, he was afraid that Meng Wei did not love him enough, and now that it was only a few days away, he was also afraid that Meng Wei loved him too much.

Why didn't he want to nod his head and agree, it counts, of course it counts, I have been with you for more than 19 years, and I will never leave you for the rest of my life.But he just looked up at Fang Mengwei, like a gambler without capital.The fate he wanted to promise was no longer in his hands.

You are fine, don't make me worry.

These words made Fang Mengwei's tear-stained face change color.What do you mean?

Sun Chaozhong didn't respond.

You mean, forget it?

Sun Chaozhong was a little irritable, and looked sideways at the iron gate again, knowing that it would be difficult to fulfill, isn't this embarrassing me?

Fang Mengwei wiped his face with the handkerchief he took out of his pocket, and you talk to Lawyer Geng, he will help you, and I will help you.

Sun Chaozhong blinked, do you really think the evidence is still important?Whether I did it or not is actually not important anymore.Did his naive lover really think that the English courts would find him innocent?

You didn't do it at all.

Sun Chaozhong smiled wryly, it is enough that you understand me, and it is enough that you are willing to save me.Fang Mengwei sneered twice, what is enough?

Meng Wei...

What can this do?

……

Sun Chaozhong.

Fang Mengwei called him by his full name.

Where have all your books gone?This is what the party department taught you or Jiang Jianfeng taught you! ?Sun Chaozhong was taken aback by his yelling, and quickly and vigilantly glanced around.

If you do it, you do it, if you don't do it, you don't do it.How can you in this world be so willing to bear it for others?Which country's law tells you that innocent people should be punished?It doesn't matter if you are innocent or not, so what does it matter if you tell me? !Is it important that someone needs you to take the blame?Is it important for you to sacrifice?You are usually stubborn and I will follow you, but you are still full of muddleheadedness!

Sun Chaozhong stared at him blankly.

You said that you read Rousseau and Mill in the Youth Army, have you forgotten it?Is there a legal principle in this world?Is there a righteousness out there?

Hearing the commotion inside, the guard opened the door and stood in the corner, but was overwhelmed by Fang Mengwei's awe-inspiring look at this moment, and did not speak for a few seconds.It seemed that the young man whose eyes were red and weeping a moment ago had suddenly changed into a different person, reminding him of the gods drawn on the red paper during sacrifices in his hometown.

Fang Mengwei glanced sideways at the guard, please take him back.Lawyer Geng will come back tomorrow, and I am not innocent, I will think of another way.The second half of the sentence was aimed at Sun Chaozhong.

Sun Chaozhong still sat on that chair and did not speak. Chaoyang turned his back to look at his face, and couldn't see his face clearly.It's not enough for me to save you.

Fang Mengwei walked out along the narrow and long corridor of the police station, looking at the all-too-familiar police station furnishings in this strange city-state, it seemed that the previous life he had forgotten in Beiping reappeared and surrounded him.Only this time he was no longer the guardian of the city, the most senior officer of the police force named "Royal".There was the sound of metal being locked behind him, and Sun Chaozhong was led back to the cell in handcuffs, and he was no longer the confidential secretary sent by the central government.Fang Mengwei looked at the winding corridor, stepped through one door after another, and when he was about to walk out of the police station and face the sky, he remembered the phrase his father had read to him in the early years, "I hope the black-headed horse will be rescued in the end" .No!

He bit his lower lip, disturbing his thoughts.

It has been a few days since Fang Mengwei moved all the belongings in the hotel home.

Aunt Li ran up quickly, and the women in their 50s were no longer able to move their legs and feet. They put down their granddaughter and said, Mr. Fang, you are back.

She dragged Fang Mengwei to look at the clothes floating on the balcony. It rained a lot yesterday, and I asked Ah Hui to fetch them with a bamboo pole, but the balcony was too far away to reach them.Fortunately, there are only a few unlined clothes, and they should be dried again in the sun today.

Fang Mengwei nodded, and found that the granddaughter of the Li family, whom he hadn't seen for more than two months, had grown up a lot.

Fortunately, the windows are closed, so there should be no rain in the room.Aunt Li was still busy reporting to Fang Mengwei, obviously worried about this matter all day.Fortunately, Mr. Sun is also a careful person. He always closes the doors and windows when he goes out...

Fang Mengwei smiled, took out a key and handed it to her, saying that he may not be able to stay at home all the time, and if there is anything in the future, just come in to take care of it.

Aunt Li hesitated for a while, glanced at the clothes on the balcony and took the keys, that's fine, it's just your cousin, how could such a good gentleman have such a thing, I told them that they must have arrested the wrong person , How can a person like Mr. Sun have anything to do with the woman who married the ghost, tsk tsk tsk.

Ah Hui came out of the room to pick up his daughter, greeted Fang Mengwei and called his mother to stop bothering Mr. Fang.Fang Mengwei took a breath and said it's okay, Chaozhong will be back soon.

After entering the door and putting down the suitcase, he looked at the pure white tablecloth on the dining table and smiled slightly. There was an inconspicuous oil stain on the corner of the tablecloth, which came from an accident between the bamboo chopsticks when he tried to make braised pork for the first time.He went to the balcony and brought in the shirts and shorts that Sun Chaozhong had hung outside. Sure enough, they were all dry, but they had only been washed once and drenched in the rain, leaving only a faint smell of soap.

Folded a few pieces of clothing and put them in the drawer, looked up and saw the ashtray on the bedside table.

Sun Chaozhong generally does not smoke, and only occasionally accepts it when someone offers it to him.He had never smoked before Fang Mengwei's side, for fear that the smell of smoke would bother him.Fang Mengwei looked at the ashtray that he had obviously forgotten to empty, but he didn't empty it out.The celadon ashtray has four symmetrical grooves, and the one facing the bed has half a cigarette stuck in it.Mr. Fang!

Aunt Li shouted from downstairs, I have your call from Taiwan!

Fang Mengao's call came in time, and as soon as he hung up the phone, Geng Yueming and Zhao Ruoxi also came to visit.Because of this case, they seem to be getting along very well recently.Naturally, Fang Mengwei didn't care about that much, and only asked the case straight to the point.

Although Mrs. Fei's husband is not only close to Mrs. Fei, but now that he learned of his beloved wife's death, he is so sad that he can't help himself. He put pressure on the Hong Kong government through various parties and demanded that the perpetrators be severely punished.

My eldest brother told me that Taipei had reached an agreement with Mr. Fei, and Taipei would hand over the murderer involved, and Fei Leisen handed over the manuscript.Fang Mengwei said.

Zhao Ruoxi laughed, this Feresen knew that the person who ordered his wife to be killed was in Taipei, and instead of going to Taiwan for revenge, he asked them to hand over a few of their men in Hong Kong?It's ridiculous.

Exit it.Geng Yueming replied that he also knew that Fei Feiqian's manuscript was sensitive, and if he wasn't a political idiot, he wouldn't have written such a thing.But now that his wife was assassinated in this small colony, how could he have to vent his anger, otherwise the surname Ferison would not be disgraced in the United States?

Even if he wants to hand over his subordinates, he shouldn't be concerned about Chaozhong.Fang Mengwei bowed his head and spoke.

Zhao Ruoxi took out Tiffany's carved cigarette case from her handbag and took out a lady's cigarette, and Geng Yueming quickly took out a lighter from her trouser pocket and lit it for her.Is there an ashtray?He asked for Zhao Ruoxi.

have.Fang Mengwei stood up and walked to the bedroom, reached the bedside and stretched out his hand, but he did not move the celadon ashtray.He turned and closed the bedroom door, but went to the kitchen to find a china plate.Let's just do it.he said.

Zhao Ruoxi didn't say anything, but Geng Yueming frowned, feeling that this was inappropriate and really wronged this noble lady.So the next words brought some annoyance.If they didn't look for Sun Chaozhong, who would they look for?The half-truth and half-false are just passed away. If you go to check Sun Chaozhong's files and say that he is not a Kuomintang spy, some people will not believe it.

But Chao Zhong broke up with them early on.

That's exactly what it means to kill two birds with one stone, killing two birds with one stone.Mr. Sun knew so much, and borrowing the hands of the British Hong Kong government in this way not only satisfied Mr. Fei's wishes, but also silenced Sun Chaozhong's mouth.

Fang Mengwei pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

The curling smoke spiraled up from Zhao Ruoxi's fingertips, dancing quietly between the two men.

After so many years, I still can't get used to the smell of smoke.Fang Mengwei tilted his head to avoid the smoke, swallowed fluff in his throat

General itching.

Looking at it now, Sun Chaozhong's statement that he wanted to make him confess his guilt and kill him was not entirely out of anger.Americans, British, Taiwan, Hong Kong...

Geng Yueming stood up, walked slowly to the cabinet in the living room, raised his hand to pick up a pair of photo frames on the mahogany cabinet.

There were two young men of similar age standing inside. Although neither of them smiled, they were both in good spirits and relaxed between their brows.It was taken in the photo studio last year. Fang Mengwei looked at the light and now Geng Yueming, who was looking at the photo carefully, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, as if his privacy was being prying into someone.

He knew that there was nothing wrong with the photo, and even the master in the photo studio told them to stand closer - they had been with each other for too long, and they had long forgotten what kind of distance should be suitable for normal best friends.But think about it, where did he and Sun Chaozhong really be friends?It's not that there is no way.Geng Yueming suddenly said this in the quiet living room.

It can be seen that Lawyer Geng likes this feeling, and both Fang Mengwei and Zhao Ruoxi are eagerly waiting for him to talk about his "method".

Then tell me and Fang Ershao, what is the solution?Zhao Ruoxi also gladly gave him this joy, and asked a question following his words.

British Hong Kong Government.Fang Mengwei frowned.

The British Hong Kong government was caught between the Americans and Taiwan, and wanted to be their executioner.Mr. Fei refused to extradite Sun Chaozhong to the United States for trial because the state of Michigan abolished the death penalty long ago, and he just wanted to use the Hong Kong government to kill people.The trouble is happening in Hong Kong, and the trouble is also handled by the Hong Kong government. What the Hong Kong government can get is nothing more than an early settlement and peace.But the Hong Kong government has to go through a whole set of legal procedures in the UK. No matter how much they want to kill Mr. Sun, they still have to go through court and convict him.

so what do you mean?Fang Mengwei waved his hand and fanned away the smoke between him and Geng Yueming.

What I mean is that the longer this case is dragged on, the more it will not meet the wishes of the Hong Kong government, and the greater the conflict between the Hong Kong government and the Americans will be.So Mr. Fang, you still have to look for all kinds of evidence, especially the witnesses on the night of the 11th or No. [-]. Look hard, and the more you find, the better.Just one word from my side, procrastination.