The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 36

After Police Officer D went to find a decoration master, that master changed his confession and claimed that he was bought by me with money. My editor friend B submitted the recording.

The confession was ultimately considered invalid.

Then, I deliberately transformed myself into a weak and heartbroken look and went to the company to give a mourning speech. The film emperor was also at the time, and his influence increased greatly after he inherited the family business, and this video was widely spread. Come on.

In private, I hired a sailor to direct public opinion to criticize Zhu Ma. After all, after a few incidents, the image of Zhu Ma fell to the bottom of the valley, forming a stark contrast with the painful appearance of me in the video. In contrast, I used some "passers" to blame Zhuma and sympathize with my remarks.

Secondly, after that recording was released, Police Officer D was used by public opinion to become a gang with a bamboo horse. The rest of those who researched in the direction of door locks were also categorized as fans of Zhuma in an attempt to acquit him.

After all, who knows whether the door lock was deliberately left out by the suspect for the police to drill. Police Officer D used this to show that it was impossible for Zhuma to kill people. He was too absolute. For example, I can give another explanation that Zhuma deliberately made someone lock the door to frame me, thereby removing two people and receiving the property in his own name.

In fact, the door was locked on purpose. After all, my husband's real cause of death was excessive blood loss. As long as their attention is focused on the door, no one will check the drug c, and no one will check the monitors and eavesdroppers I have bought. This time is enough for me to eliminate the follow-up matters.

Then my husband's father jumped off the building and committed suicide, and the news that my husband's mother was going to chop bamboo horses also greatly strengthened my strength. After all, that was the family of the deceased. Their misery can inspire people's sympathy to a greater extent.

Although Police Officer D desperately argued with Zhu Ma, even if he could prove that the door was locked by me, those were useless. The strong public opinion offensive has, to some extent, determined the judge's sentence.

On the day of the court hearing, I was hit by a car.

Of course, I know the person who hit me was intentional.

The moment the car crashed, I heard the sound of glass shattering, followed by a scarlet sight, and I could only see some blood-red meat in a moment. The sound of broken car bodies followed.

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Two weeks later, when I woke up in the hospital, everything was settled.

The court trial has come down. Zhu Ma was permanently sent to a mental hospital for mental illness. My editor friend B smiled and told me that he had specially arranged for Zhu Ma and my husband's mother to stay in a ward.

Police officer D absconded and ransacked without arrest.

I know, I won this topic.