Chapter 912: The most scared thing

[Sorry, the previous name is wrong, it is Jiang Huan, not Heng]
It was late, and the night was full, Jiang Huan sent Mu Zi away.
When he arrived outside the courtyard, Mu Zi looked at Jiang Zhinuan and Jiang's parents who were standing not far away, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. A lawsuit usually drags down the entire family.
Looking at Jiang Huan in front of him, Mu Zi felt that his luck was not good, and he got into lawsuits twice in a row, and each time became more serious.
Last time it was crime of rape, this time it was crime of murder. Once the verdict is down, it may be life imprisonment in serious cases.
"Frankly speaking, the chance of winning in this case is not great." Mu Zi's voice was so low that only Jiang Huan could hear him. "Although I want to help you, we must face reality. No one can It proves where you and Zhang Xiaona are. A sleeping pill was detected in the body of the deceased, and that sleeping pill was Zhang Xiaona's. You are also suspicious of buying the medicine for her.
If the prosecution finds out any motives for the crime, it is almost impossible to turn over the case. So, if you have relevant clues, everything is fine, please tell me. "
Jiang Huan's lips tightened into a line. After a while, he spit out a word: "I really didn't kill anyone."
"Where is Zhang Xiaona?" Mu Zi asked, "She lives close to the scene of the crime. Is it possible to return to the scene to kill?"
Jiang Huan's face was stiff, and his tone was firm: "Nana can't kill."
Mu Zi looked at him quietly, and said after a moment: "I hope so."
She turned around to get into the car, and Jiang Huan suddenly stopped her: "Why does no one suspect him suicide? Maybe he committed suicide!"
Mu Zi paused, and looked back at him, "Because of comfort, Jiang Huan, no one wants to commit suicide naked."
Being naked means that when his body is found, it will be naked and unsightly.
Suicides usually hope that they can bid farewell to the world decently, and subconsciously pursue a sense of comfort. For example, those who commit suicide by jumping off a building will take off their shoes, while those who swallow sleeping pills will lie on the bed neatly.
Pan Zhe's death is more like someone deliberately creating an accidental illusion: when the deceased was taking a bath, the effects of the medicine broke out, and he fell asleep in the bathtub and drowned.
Or, it was indeed an accident.
No one knows.
Mu Zi got into the car and immediately fell into the arms of the man beside him.
"Okay... you have done what you wished, I don't have to go to the wedding tomorrow." Mu Ziwan said in anger.
"How's the talk?" Murong Cheng stroked her hair, her long hair was smooth and soft, and he seemed to be smoothing the cat.
"Not so good." Mu Zi sighed slightly, "There is no alibi, but there is a lot of motive for the murder. I am afraid that there will be new unfavorable evidence in the next few days."
"Didn't there be two people? Maybe another person killed it." Murong Cheng said.
Mu Zi smiled, not knowing whether it was a sigh or what, with a complicated tone: "Jiang Huan said that both of them are innocent. Alas, now I really hope that Pan Zhe committed suicide, otherwise the lawsuit can't be fought..."
After speaking, he sighed long.
Murong Cheng was silent for a moment, and then sighed.
Mu Zi raised his head and looked at him funny: "What are you sighing? Are you worried about me?"
"My woman is full of other men now, can I not worry about it?" Murong Cheng said.
Mu Zi was amused by him, hooked Murong Cheng's neck, and gently pressed his lips, with a warm breath and tender affection.
"Do you know what the prosecutor is most afraid of?" Mu Zi murmured to him as his lips and teeth were attached.
Murong Cheng asked, "Can't catch the prisoner?"
Mu Zi shook his head slightly, "The prosecutor is more afraid of sending innocent people to jail than if you can't catch a prisoner."