When Lin Zhiyi opened her eyes, she saw a corpse lying in a pool of blood, and she was holding a knife in her hand, dripping with blood.
When the police broke into the door, she looked up in panic and said, "I... I didn't kill anyone!"
Her husband nervously held her hand and said, "I asked the lawyer! You are pregnant and will not be sentenced to death!"
The relatives of the deceased took turns visiting her and sneered: "We will make your life worse than death!"
Lin Zhiyi always stated: "I didn't kill anyone!"
Later, she agreed to divorce, went to jail, put her children up for adoption, her mother was seriously ill, and she committed violence, so her sentence could not be reduced.
But what makes her most desperate is that everyone who is willing to help her redress her grievances has either lost contact or suddenly changed her face.
After being released from prison after serving fifteen years, she was already thirty-seven years old. When she stepped out of the prison door, she saw Wen He, who was smiling brightly.
Lin Zhiyi sidestepped and said, "You guys won't believe anything I say. I've already served my sentence."
Wen He smiled and handed over a white envelope and said, "It's okay, you are just like us now."
Lin Zhiyi stared at the envelope as thin as a cicada's wings. There were only four big words on it - Wen family's respect.
Wen He asked knowingly: "Don't you know? Your son's funeral is today."
Lin Zhiyi quickly called to confirm the lie.
Wen He on the side added: "Oh, by the way, he was also stabbed to death with a sharp knife."
Toot toot—
The phone was connected, and in the noisy and crying background, my mother's hoarse voice came.
She said: "Xiao Yi... The child... The child is gone!"
Lin Zhiyi dropped the phone in his hand and roared at the top of his lungs: "I didn't kill anyone!!!"
"Is it your Wen family! Isn't it!!!"
Wen He dodged, chuckled and said, "The person who woke up next to your son's body was not named Wen."
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Purpose: The truth will never be absent
