"Luomei, could it be... could it be..."

Vincent understood what this meant.

"Yes, my mother was killed by him."

"He doesn't deserve to be a human being at all."

"I don't believe...I don't believe Luomei would choose such a person..."

In Vincent's heart, Bai Luomei is Bai Yueguang and even a goddess, worthy of being synonymous with all good things.

When he was young, he was reckless and impulsive, but he was not someone who fell in love easily.

During the time he spent with Luomei, he saw how much courage and wisdom Luomei relied on to survive in that strange village.

Vincent regretted it in his heart.

If he could have returned to Country C earlier to find her, Luomei could have avoided such a tragedy.

"My mother doesn't love Han Ji-hoon."

"She never mentioned him in front of my brother and I. She has always raised us strongly by herself. Han Zhixun has harmed my mother all her life."

Looking at the smiling face as bright as the spring sun on the tombstone, Vincent's anger and regret reached its peak.

"Dalit you bastard!!"

Vincent roared angrily, resounding throughout the quiet cemetery.

In anger, he turned around and hurriedly left the cemetery, leaving Bai Chuchu standing alone in front of his mother's tombstone for a long time, crying.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

When the trial was held again, the evidence submitted by Vincent indeed played a key role.

"Witness, why is this murderous bullet casing in your hand?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Vincent spread his hands and shrugged, with a very indifferent attitude.

"I execute people."

The whole house was in an uproar.

Sure enough, the national conditions are different, killing people is so easy in his mouth.

"Witness, please watch your words."

"Little girl, I also ask you to pay attention to your attitude."

This time Vincent was no longer alone in the trial, nor was he sitting in the witness seat.

For this special guest, the court set up a special auditorium, and a security guard stood side by side wearing a headset, not angry or intimidating, although in fact Vincent did not need it at all.

"President Moon, as you said, the laws of country c will be respected in Congress."

"So, I am stating the facts, not to mention I have also produced conclusive physical evidence."

Vincent knocked on the table and turned his back on guests.

"I have also studied the laws of your country C. The problem is that the defendant in this case did not kill anyone.

Moreover, this Dalit is a citizen of our old village. He has committed dozens or hundreds of severe sentences. It has been found out long ago. And he is in my jurisdiction. According to the laws of our Wali, I have the right to shoot and kill him.

What does his... have to do with the laws of your country C?"

"you!"

Song Lin was extremely angry.

Vincent is right. The biggest difficulty in this case is that the crime location is abroad. There are many uncertain factors and it is easy for complications to arise. Now this Vincent is the key link.

"But everyone present saw Ling Ziyue holding a gun and shooting him."

"Watch your words."

This time it was Vincent's turn to point at Song Rin and remind him, word by word, very clearly.

"It's shooting with a gun, not shooting with a gun."

"The autopsy report clearly showed that there was only one gunshot wound, and it was in the brain."

"Everyone saw it at that time. It was Ling Ziyue who raised his gun and shot him in the head."

"Yeah?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes and spread his hands. The security guard behind him took out a file bag from his briefcase.

"The body of the Dalit has always been in Laozhai. I then asked the best forensic doctor in our Laozhai to issue an autopsy report."

"The things have been submitted as supplementary evidence. Your honor, the factual basis is now sufficient."

"Look clearly, the report states that there are two gunshot wounds, one on the left side of the skull and the other on the left shoulder."

"The impact force, rate of fire, trajectory, and bullet marks all match the bullet I submitted later. Are there any questions?"

"Chief referee, I apply for a new autopsy."

Song Lin was dissatisfied.

"Little girl, I'm afraid you applied too late."

Vincent sneered.

"The bodies of Dalits should be disposed of now."

"According to our Valley law, all corpses that have been left unclaimed in public morgues for more than three months must be cremated."

"You! You are doing this to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces!"

Song Lin exploded again, furious.

Vincent was calm and calm.

"I've already admitted that I did it. Why is it necessary to destroy the body and eliminate all traces?"

"Our Valley is different from your Country C. Thousands of people die every day. We are located in the tropics. If we don't deal with it in time, it will stink long ago and the people will be infected with the plague. What should we do?"

Vincent glanced at the pampered Song Lin and felt that this young lady was still too light in front of him.

"I have to rush to attend the state banquet. The invitation was personally sent by Wang Si of your Ministry of Foreign Affairs, so I have to go."

"President Naven, please do as you please."

When several judges in the court saw the big man getting up to leave, they also sat up and watched the man leave.

All the spectators in the audience also stood up one after another, not daring to say a word, to show politeness to the erratic president. After all, he was very difficult to mess with.

Only Song Lin was sitting alone in his seat, rubbing his temples with one hand and frantically flipping through the information on hand.

In the current situation, intentional homicide cannot be determined, but intentional injury is certain.

"Your Honor, we now maintain that the defendant is guilty of intentional injury."

Everyone was still immersed in Vincent's high-profile departure, and before they fully recovered, Song Rin started a new round of fighting.

She calmly organized her thoughts and stated the main points of the case again.

"Defendant, you said you saw a gun in the deceased's hand. Then why do you think the deceased was willing to be hijacked by Bai Chuchu with a knife under such circumstances?"

"Because Han Zhixun didn't want to kill Bai Chuchu directly at that time. His purpose was to kidnap Bai Chuchu back so that he could continue to complete his plan."

"What's the plan?"

Ling Ziyue thought for a while, looked around at everyone's expectant eyes, sighed, and then decided to speak out.

"Use the blood of your relatives to nourish your blood and become younger."

"What did you say?"

Listening to Ling Ziyue telling these fantastic stories, Song Rin felt that his three views had been completely shattered.

"You have to have some sense in making up the story."

Song Lin rolled his eyes and looked up at the chandelier above his head with disdain and speechlessness.

"No need to make it up. Reality is so magical."

"You can become younger by exchanging blood? Ridiculous!"

Song Lin sneered at such things that had no scientific basis.

"It's ridiculous. It's impossible. However, Han Zhixun was ill and rushed to the doctor. All kinds of monsters and monsters were invited to his home to perform the practice."

"Then what? Since the deceased will not hurt Bai Chuchu, then your lie to save people will be self-defeating. He will not hurt Bai Chuchu. What danger can Bai Chuchu be in?"

"Miss Song, you don't have a lover, do you?"

Faced with Song Lin's series of pressing questions, Ling Ziyue didn't panic and suddenly laughed.

"What do you mean?"

Song Rin was stunned by Ling Ziyue's inexplicable question.

"You, don't try to disrupt my rhythm!"

Song Rin subconsciously thought that this was a trick played by the other party and scolded him angrily, but his face started to burn unknowingly.
Chapter completed!