Evidence Presented in Court

He insisted on justice and always protected the public interest in his heart regardless of the consequences; he fell into confusion and fell into the vortex of competing for fame, wealth and status, unable to extricate himself. He wants to tolerate you again and again with sincere love; but he carries hatred and kindness and drifts away. He said to him, "At this point, you and I owe nothing to each other." The contest between justice and interests, the choice between love and kindness, Under the gray sky, can they hold on to their dreams and break through the bottom line? Contrary beliefs, uncontrollable emotions, Together they compose a thrilling lament that blends blood and tears. Annotation: This is a modern article of the criminal and commercial war type, which may involve some legal issues and social phenomena. Due to sensitivity, please do not take it seriously or bring any country into your own country. This article does not have the background of a real country. It is replaced by country A in the article and covers all issues. Please do not base your arguments on the examples of real countries. In addition, the plot requires that the relationship between the characters is inextricably linked and slightly complicated. Don't be too serious. Thank you! Wedge There were people walking up and down the corridor, and the room was silent except for the ticking of instruments. On the bed, the person wearing the respirator was still sleeping soundly. Beside the bed, the man guarding the room had a gentle expression. Surrounded by white walls, there was an oppressive silence. He got up and walked to the window, gently pulled the curtain, and the warm sunlight turned into a ray of hope, which widened from narrow to wide and poured into this empty single room. He sat back on the bed again, took out his notebook as usual, and began to talk dully. "I'm here to tell you a story again. I don't know how many times I have to tell you a story. Please give me some credit. You should get up after listening to me this time." He glanced at the bed briefly, but still didn't respond at all, and sighed as if he was resigned to his fate. The birds outside the window were getting tired of hearing about them, but he was still enjoying it and continued to talk about the memories that he knew by heart since morning.