Chapter 286 Five Floating 123 Good

No matter how good-looking TV is, watching it for more than 12 hours will become boring, and watching it further will make people prone to irritability.

But the TV that I requested, no matter how painful it was, I had to watch it.

Shen Lian was writhing in the chair unpleasantly, and Lin Chen sat opposite him, keeping his sleepless posture with Yi, and had no intention of talking to her at all.

"Consultant Lin, this is a tiring interrogation, which violates the UN Human Rights Convention." She finally couldn't help protesting.

Lin Chen half-opened his eyes, staring at her with dark and sleepy eyes, but what he said was very rogue: "Miss Shen Lian, you must know that I almost died of sepsis half a month ago, and I gave you an injection to save you. Drugs with a very bad nervous system lead to high levels of depression and addiction symptoms, even so, I’m still dragging the sick body here to accompany you, talking to you, and you should be grateful.”

"Then I'm going to die, so you don't have to work so hard." Shen Lian said angrily.

Lin Chen closed his eyes, but said soberly, "Until the result comes out, you are not willing to die."

Shen Lian didn't know when Lin Chen became so casual when talking to her, but Lin Chen's own performance was not the slightest sign of depression except for his slowness of action. She stared at Lin Chen for a while, and asked, "You are very Are you sad, come talk to me and make me happy?"

Lin Chen shook his head, and turned his face to the other side, revealing the white and fragile neck line, refusing to look at her.

"Then are you not really confident in the voting results?" She leaned forward and asked curiously.

"You have been tangled with the same problem so many times, you are the one who is not confident." Lin Chen came here, sat up straight, opened the drawer, and took out A file was thrown on the table, "Since you want to talk so much, let's talk about the molestation you suffered back then."

There was no foreshadowing for this turn of the topic, so that Shen Lian needed a little effort to turn her head around and face the thing on the table squarely.

It was an old dossier, with the name of the host police officer—Bian Yuan, signed in the lower right corner of the red box on the cover.

"Chen Jianguo, Bian Yuan, and the old tramp who saved you, who do you want to talk to first?"

Shen Lian knew that they must have cleaned up her past, but when Lin Chen suddenly mentioned this kind of thing, she still felt incredible: "You are really not afraid of making me unhappy."

Lin Chen sat up straight, pointed to the TV and said, "After all, that's my greatest confidence."

In the repeated program, interviews with the families of the criminals began.

Murderer Sun Zhen's mother is being interviewed. This woman obviously looks middle-aged, but her temples are gray and pitiful. She kept telling reporters to the camera that her son really drank too much. Accidentally stabbed someone to death.

The judge has sentenced him to life imprisonment, which means life imprisonment. Moreover, his son has been very obedient during his sentence, and he will get a chance to reduce his sentence immediately. The woman knelt in front of the TV, tears streaming down her face, begging everyone to give his son a chance.

Of course, the middle-aged woman did not mention the history of Sun Zhen's repeated violent crimes in her narrative. In his mouth, Sun Zhen was just a little boy who made a mistake.

Shen Lian came back to her senses and looked at the dossier on the table, she could vaguely feel what Lin Chen was going to say.

"Are you satisfied with who you are now?" he asked her, but without giving her time to think, he continued, "In general, you've done so much to help your companions make their voices heard, It seems that you are doing well now, but since sociopaths are extremely selfish, I would like to ask, aside from the collective, are you satisfied with your current self, proud and proud that you will never regret if you die now? "

Being stared at by Lin Chen's cold eyes, Shen Lian found that she couldn't move, she really wanted to find something to refute, but at this moment, her mind was inexplicably blank.

She swallowed, and for the first time ever wanted Lin Chen to continue, so that she didn't have to think about this issue.

But a sharp person like Lin Chen obviously knows how to seize every opportunity.

So he spent about five minutes for her to think, and the show behind it has begun to interview the families of the victims of the Sun Zhen case.

"I'm very satisfied," she said forcefully in a determined tone.

Lin Chen nodded: "Then, imagine, nothing happened back then, Chen Jianguo didn't molest you, and the old tramp didn't die. As a girl with a different personality than others, you grew up bumpy and bumpy. How would you rate yourself like that?"

Shen Lian narrowed her eyes and looked at Lin Chen coldly.

Lin Chen interrupted him before he was about to speak: "Your first reaction is to feel very lucky, right?" He paused and said, "I mean, you think it would be great if nothing happened that night. But, right?"

"But it has already happened." Shen Lian licked his lips.

Lin Chen nodded: "So you finally admit that this incident changed your life?" He leaned back in his chair and said solemnly, "Like Sun Zhen's mother who dotes on her son, she thinks that the moment her son is drunk and stabbed to death, Decide everything that comes next."

"Of course not." Shen Lian looked at Lin Chen's condescending face, "Look, this is where our fundamental differences lie. Without this incident, my family, my genes, and my problematic brain would determine that I must We are sociopaths, and we are destined to become the enemy of the status quo, Consultant Lin."

"That's just your personal opinion." Lin Chen said lightly, as if those were really unimportant.

Shen Lian smiled, she suddenly relaxed, and she even wanted to thank Lin Chen for her sharp questions for finally daring to face them: "Admit it, Consultant Lin, although he said it, but in fact, born criminals in your society, There is only one dead end."

Lin Chen said earnestly: "You are wrong about love, this is one of the wrong beliefs he instilled in you. In fact, people experience different events every day, so choices will happen every moment, as long as people live, he will There are choices. It's just that some choices are easy and some are difficult; some people are swayed by choices, and some people really make choices.

...

When Lu Xu locked the door of the supper shop, it was almost dawn. He followed the instructions of the proprietress to go out and turn left. The lighted house not far away was the polling place.

Unlike the imagined scene, the polling place is neither too hot nor too deserted, with an inexplicable solemnity, in line with the atmosphere of the early morning.

Across the street, Lu Xu vaguely saw sleepy reporters squatting at the polling place, but no one had the strength to take pictures.

There are sporadic elderly people coming out of the polling point, and only the elderly can get up at this point. However, when he got closer, he realized that the rickety figures he vaguely saw were not just old people who got up early to vote. There was an old couple looking like they were handing out flyers.

Lu Xu walked to the small flower bed at the door and was also stopped.

The old woman wore a small flower on her head and stuffed him with a leaflet, but it was probably because he had a ferocious face. When the old woman looked up at him, her eyes subconsciously became vigilant.

Lu Xu shrugged and walked away without paying too much attention. By the lights of the polling place, he glanced at the flyers.

The above is an introduction to the four criminals. He has watched a lot of it on the TV in the store today, and just when he was about to stuff the flyer into his pocket, he discovered that behind the flyer was a bright red book in blood. .

The blood book tells how Zhao Yi, a loan shark, forced a desperate woman into prostitution and eventually committed suicide.

The old woman's cry could be heard faintly in the wind: "Zhao Yi forced my granddaughter to death, I beg you all kind people, that beast deserves what he deserves! My granddaughter owes him so much money to treat my old woman. It should be my old woman who died, not my poor little granddaughter, please, please!"

The old man knelt down, and the old man and the old woman who came to vote persuaded her. Those crying, miserable accusations and persuasion made people upset.

Looking at this scene, Lu Xu suddenly remembered that his mother seemed to kneel before the police station like this.

The woman couldn't bribe with her body, so she knelt down in front of the police and begged the law enforcement officers to give her son another chance, but it was clear that the strict laws would not be changed because of a woman's knee.

But today, it may change because of an old woman's kneeling.

Lu Xu felt relieved, but also had an unexplainable feeling of annoyance, but he came to take revenge today, so he chose to walk straight to the voting booth without hesitation, and never looked back.

It was still early, and few people lined up at the polling place.

In the innermost place is a small dark blue shed separated by a tarpaulin. Open the curtain and go in to vote. No one knows what you have chosen.

Lu Xu showed his ID card to the staff. After passing the inspection, the staff handed him a simple check ballot, which was the question that he could almost memorize.

- I will vote for the execution of four criminals who were not previously sentenced to death in order to save more people.

A. Yes

B. No

Lu Xu looked at the government staff beside him, looked at the old man who opened the curtain and walked out, and finally looked down at the multiple-choice questions on the vote again. There was a sense of truth and absurdity that he had never had before.

The staff gently nudged him on the shoulder, indicating that he could go in and vote.

He walked blankly into the shed like a marionette.

It was really a small space where only one person could stand, and the lights were dim, which was even more depressing for a fat man like him. In front of him was a surveillance camera, a simple pencil and a locked voting bucket on the table. He put his head on the voting bucket and glanced, only to see layers of snow-white paper.

Lu Xu put the ballot on the table and looked at the blunt 2B pencil. He still felt incredible. As long as he picked up the pen, he could indirectly decide Qian Bao's life or death?

He felt that there was no reason for him not to black out the "yes", but when he was about to reach for the pencil, he always felt that the pen was so heavy that he found that he didn't even pick up the pen. No courage.

In the distance, the old lady's cries were faintly heard, making the small space quieter.

This is probably the first time in Lu Xu's short life that he feels that the world is so heavy and quiet, so quiet that a person like him can ask himself at this moment: This is obviously a natural choice, but why? You can't choose "yes"?

The lights were still on, the pencils were still there, and no one came to urge him.

Time flowed meaninglessly, and gradually, Lu Xu seemed to see his own life in a mess.

He saw the stupid boy standing on the dock who didn't know what to do with the police, saw himself being pushed to the ground by the police after that, saw the judge open his mouth again and again, and the prison door closed again and again. In the end, all these complex pictures disappeared, and they were frozen in the simplest moment.

A young prison guard patted him on the shoulder and said to him, "Be good and never come back."

It was only when he was so quiet that he finally realized the meaning of these words that made his ears callous. This is not a stylized farewell, nor a false exhortation, but a sincere hope.

"Reform well and be a new person."

This is probably the fairest chance the world has given to every immortal prisoner, and it is also the greatest goodwill of all viewpoints brought together. He had enjoyed this kind of forgiveness many times before, but at the time, he didn't think he had a chance.

Lu Xu looked at the piece of paper on the table, he felt that he didn't need to think any more.

When he walked out of the polling place, Lu Xu still cried.

The old man handing out leaflets in the morning light was staggered and staggered.

There was a faint light of the setting sun in the distance. He raised his head and looked at the gleam of light in the sky. He really wanted to tell his 17-year-old self-don't go to the dock to pick up the goods for fifty dollars, stupid fat man.