Chapter 955: I'm apostate for you final chapter

The two strong men nodded desperately, and kept saying that it was irrelevant.
These two people have been stunned by the scene just now.
The police came in, handcuffed to the two hands of Song Nan's tomb.
The moment he was handcuffed, his hands finally began to tremble violently...
The fear and panic from the bottom of my heart are like winding vines, and the calmness that just pretended to be displayed, now it is falling apart a little bit, and he is just an ordinary person.
"Why?" The police stared at Song Nan's tomb.
Song Nan's tomb didn't reply, he glanced at Jiang Beize behind him with the corner of his eyes.
"It has nothing to do with him, I killed the people."
"No one can run away."
The police took everyone present and escorted them to the police station in three vehicles.
The tomb of Song Nan, Jiang Beize and the two strong men were interrogated in four interrogation rooms.
The four people honestly explained the course of the case, and their words did not differ much.
Forty-eight hours later, Jiang Beize and the two people were released. The tomb of Song Nan killed the person and was detained under criminal law, waiting for the appeal court to pronounce the verdict, usually within three months.
"I will help you find a lawyer and the best lawyer. Don't worry. I didn't tell your brother about this. He called you two days ago. I said you are busy at work, so he didn't ask more. Up."
Jiang Beize came to visit, his eyes flushed through a pane of glass.
"Sorry……"
Song Nan's tomb disagrees, "What are you sorry about me? That person, after all, loves me to become ill. In general, I involved you."
"If only you didn't meet me."
Jiang Beize said this, and the face of Song Nan's tomb sank to the bottom.
"Take back what you just said, I take it seriously."
"..."
Jiang Beize didn't say anything. He just watched him quietly, crying first, only to realize that he couldn't say anything. It's best to look at him this way.
"I will find the best lawyer for you, don't worry." Jiang Beize repeated.
"I know a lawyer, you can look for him, he is a former buddy, he is reliable."
"okay, I get it."
Song Nan's tomb raised a hand and pressed it to his hair through the glass.
"Go and cut your hair, your bangs have grown, so you can't see your eyes."
Jiang Beize still didn't want to be seen by him.
Because he was crying.
Song Nan's tomb lowered his hand.
"Listen, I have registered a company now. I will tell you the specific operations. You will take care of it for me. Before I come out, you will be responsible for this company."
"Why do you still remember the company... first think about how many sentences you will be sentenced to!"
"Master is confident that you can live with you in the second half of your life. Listen to your master and take care of the company. In the future, I will be the chairman and you will be the general manager. Let's eat and drink and have fun, and my master will take you to play the world. "
Jiang Beize nodded and said yes.
When the time for the visit came, Jiang Beize turned and left, Song Nan's tomb stared at his figure, the light on his face sank a little bit, his eyes were full of haze and sadness.

This is not the first time that Song Nan's tomb has been squatting.
I used to be young and vigorous, and I had been in fights and fights. At that time, there was no awe and bottom line, and I was not afraid of anything.
Now he is really scared.
I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow.
I was afraid that I would wake up, leaving only a cold body.
"Oh, Brother Ye is in the game again."
The lawyer came, dressed in a suit, with shiny black hair and meticulous brushing upwards.
Song Nan's tomb was originally copied with both hands in his hair. He raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his eyes were messy and complicated.
"Where's your yellow hair?"
"It's been cut early. What age do you think it was when you were fighting?"
Huang Mao has had a good life in recent years.
Song Nan's tomb heard about him, and he was admitted to law school at university, and then graduated to become a lawyer. He is also a well-known lawyer.
"I really didn't want to take your case."
Huang Mao sat down in front of Song Nan's tomb, took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.
Song Nan's tomb waved his hand, "Police station sit back and stop smoking."
Huang Mao smiled, "You have changed in recent years."
"Talk to business, what happened to my case?"
"It's nothing, it's not difficult to do. I'm just afraid of up for you, so what should I do if you are sentenced to life."
"try it yourself."
The four words of Song Nan's tomb are smiling.
Huang Mao also smiled, "You are so brave, you ask me to be your defense lawyer, and you are not afraid that I will stabb you in the back?"
"Back then, Chi Xiaoxiao, I didn't cuckold you, so I am not afraid of you stabbing."
"Have you studied psychology?"
"Lao Tzu's this is called friendship."
"...You are not just defense."
Huang Mao's eyes became serious and solemn.
"You are already defensive, so it is impossible to be released without incident."
"Go on."
Song Nan's tomb came to the tomb and he wanted to smoke, but he held back. Before Huang Mao came, he was mentally prepared.
"Ten years to thirty years, at least ten years, you have the number."
"At least ten years?" Song Nan's Tomb asked again.
Huang Mao nodded, not joking, each other has grown up, and they are no longer the gangsters who did evil in the first place.
There was no sound from Song Nan's tomb.
No one spoke, and there was a long window of silence in the middle, which made the scalp numb.
"Ang, get it."
Song Nan's tomb shrugged.
"Then it depends on your ability. After I was released from prison, whether I was 30 or 50 years old is yours."
"Hey Sao Nian, you put me under a lot of pressure like this!"
Huang Mao pinched the smoke out, and his little finger was tapping down.
"If the sentence is unreasonable, you can appeal again!"
"No, believe you."
trust you!
His mere two words have increased the psychological pressure of Huang Mao a thousand times.
...
Next, Huang Mao searched Songnan Tomb a lot.
He is a defense lawyer and needs to study the entire case, including the cause and effect, the relationship between Song Nan tomb and Song Yao, and so on.
All this requires the cooperation of Songnan Tomb.
"If necessary, you need your brother as a witness to cooperate." Huang Mao said.
The tomb of Song Nan was taken aback.
The next second yelled, "My brother has nothing to do with this matter, and I can't get to the side!"
"But the deceased also knew your brother, didn't he?"
"So what? I know more people with her."
After Song Nan's tomb finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed Huang Mao's hand.
"Please... don't tell my brother if this will work? Just this one, I beg you."
He finally convinced Song Yikai to accept his love.
If Song Yikai knew now that he had killed someone and would go to jail, he would really be over after he was released.
Huang Mao sighed.
"I see, you, Song Nanye, knelt down for me for a notebook for that kid, and now it's for that kid. You became a dog."
"It's better than the walking dead before."
Huang Mao left, and the uncle who delivered food to Song Nan's tomb came over.
I have to say that the tomb of Song Nan is the most handsome and youngest among this group of people.
"Young man, you have a bad relationship with a woman, and you are all men who come to see you." The uncle teased.
"..."
Song Nan's tomb didn't answer the conversation, lowered his head to pick up rice, and he could still chat with the old man. Today I was not in the mood, thinking about Song Yikai's things in his mind. His brother who was far away in Zhicheng worried about him all day.
He is not filial.
"Yo, another man is here."
After the uncle finished speaking, Song Nan's tomb raised his eyes.
With a bang, all the chopsticks and bowls in his hand fell.
"brother……"
Four eyes face each other.
Song Yikai dressed very plainly today, a shabby gray jacket, his face was haggard, and Song Nan's tomb looked at his heart as if he had been pierced. The sentence "I'm sorry" choked on his throat and rolled up and down.
"Sorry."
The person who said this was Song Yikai.
Song Yikai raised his hand and slapped himself.
"Brother is not good, who introduced you to!"
"..."
"My fault! In the beginning, I accepted you earlier, and there will be no current farce! I was wrong. I shouldn't use my way to force you. I should accept the punishment. I'm sorry. Too much!"
As he said, he raised his hand and slapped himself again.
His face flushed immediately.
The people in the rest of the cells looked towards this side.
When Song Yikai raised his third slap, the tomb of Song Nan grabbed his hand.
"You are not sorry for me!"
He says.
"Brother, you don't know how lucky I am to have my surname Song in this life, being born in the old Song family, I have burnt incense in my previous life!"
Two lines of Song Yikai burst into tears, "You stinky boy, what did you say that you will not be named Song in your next life? If you knew you were today, I would rather your last name not Song!"
"It's OK, don't be sensational, it's okay, your brother will die."
"If you die, I will jump off the building too!"
Song Yikai yelled such a sentence.
At this moment, he frightened the tomb of Song Nan. Huang Mao came over for the second time, threatening him with all kinds of threats, all kinds of temptations and coercion.
Huang Mao was speechless: "I'm under a lot of pressure these days, okay! The court will open the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow will be a good day for your birthday!"
Song Nan's tomb was startled.
"I... my birthday tomorrow?"
"Ang, I still remember it, you forgot it yourself?"
Song Nan's tomb wiped his face, speechless.
He got up early the next day, washed his face, washed his face several times, and brushed his teeth several times, knowing that Jiang Beize would definitely come over today.
Waited for a day, but didn't wait for Jiang Beize to come.
It was getting dark, and Song Nan's tomb was leaning against the wall, squatting to fall asleep.
I had a dream. In the classroom, a boy was molesting Jiang Beize. He was so angry that he lifted his desk and then grabbed him and gave him a violent beating.
Then he beat him to death, saying that he would be sentenced to death.
After a shock, I woke up from the dream, I was startled with cold sweat, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this time, he realized that the sky was dark outside. He couldn't see the moon, and he didn't know what the stars were like, whether many of them were shining in the sky.
He suddenly felt colder than ever before.
I was born and has never been cold.
The feeling of loneliness abandoned by the whole world is filled with every cell in the body.
The tomb of Song Nan bowed his head to the palm of his hand and breathed warm, cold...
Squatting like this makes my legs numb.
"Hey boy, Xiao Bailian came to see you."
The tomb of Song Nan looked up and his eyes lit up.
The uncle who delivered the meal giggled, "Look, you are so happy, as if a dog sees a bone."
"You lied to me?!"
"Tsk tusk, what do you think the detention center is? It's good to take care of you, eat, drink, and live, and give you a single cell. You think it's a nursing home. If you want to see it, come and see it?"
The uncle simply took a handful of melon seeds and sat on the ground with his legs crossed.
"Oh, you, you are so young. I will appeal tomorrow. I don't know how many years can be sentenced. I'm just in my early twenties. The great youth have been spent here. It's difficult..."
"You are so much nonsense today." Song Nan's tomb pulled his ears.
The uncle is not annoyed, "Boy, I feel that your family is quite powerful. Didn't your brother come to see you two days ago? Look at the rest of the room. How can so many people come in? Except for lawyers, The rest, there are no cracks in the wall."
"...Too lazy to explain to you."
Song Nan's tomb continued to lie down.
He just squatted like this, squatting until dawn, his legs were completely unconscious, and he didn't wait for Jiang Beize to come over.
I couldn't tell what it was like, the 21st birthday just passed.
He met Jiang Beize at the age of 16, left home for him at the age of 18, and murdered for him at the age of 21...
All madness and madness are because of that person.
...
The court is in session.
Song Nan's tomb was taken to court in handcuffs.
He hasn't seen the sun for a long time, and the one who is more dazzling than the sun is Jiang Beize sitting in the audience.
He stood there, wearing the black sweater that the two of them bought before, and he saw him at first glance.
Across the crowd, he stared at him, and then Song Nan's tomb took the lead to withdraw his gaze.
Huang Mao was fully prepared. Today, the spit and stars are flying everywhere, his brain and IQ are online, and finally the judge gave an order-
ten years.
Song Yuan's sister was not convinced and filed an appeal.
There was not much expression on Song Nan's tomb, and he was detained after the trial.
"Boy, ten years, it's been pretty good."
The uncle likes to chat with Song Nan's tomb, but Song Nan's tomb doesn't have much expression on his face.
He lay on a small bed and slept drowsily. It was still dark before he heard someone call his name.
Rubbing his wistful eyes and looking over, facing a white face, the sleepy bug ran away more than half.
"Am I dreaming?"
Jiang Beize was embarrassed and scratched his hair. "Yesterday, I was begging for your birthday outside the police station for a day, but I was not allowed to come in, saying that my family would definitely not be allowed in the court today. Happy birthday...it's a bit late."
A little chocolate cake was pushed in.
The length and width are just right, just right to drill in along the two railings of the door.
Song Nan's tomb was crying and kept crying, raising his head, but the tears still fell.
Jiang Beize stretched his arm in, trying to wipe his tears, "What's up, is it unwell? It's okay, we are not afraid of the other party's appeal. The lawyer said that there will be no major changes, so don't worry."
"..."
Song Nan's tomb was speechless, taking a deep breath and wiping tears casually with his sleeve.
Jiang Beize was very uncomfortable, watching him cry, he also shed tears.
"I will be with you, ten years soon, I will visit you every day, tell you stories, and the company you registered, I will take care of you now, don’t worry, I’m sure It's all done for you."
"I think you don't want me!"
The sleeves hung down, revealing those bright red eyes.
He never cried so much, he didn't cry so much when he quarreled with his brother, he didn't cry so much even when he killed someone, and he didn't even cry so much when he thought he would be sentenced to life.
Jiang Beize broke his tears into a smile.
"How come?... No, I have to follow my brother Nan to eat, drink and have fun, traveling around the world, don't despise me as long as I am not capable."
Song Nan's tomb groaned, "Yesterday I squatted here all night waiting for you to come over, my legs were numb."
"I squatted in front of the police station yesterday and my legs were numb..."
"..."
Song Nan's tomb stopped speaking, and his gloomy mood became smoother.
"No regrets?"
Three words, each word is deducted.
How could Jiang Beize not understand what he meant and shook his head without hesitation, "No regrets."
"Just gave you a chance, you said it yourself."
"Well, what I said is truer than gold."
...
Song Yuan's sister finally gave up the appeal.
Song Nan's tomb heard Jiang Beize say that it was Song Yikai who knelt in front of them, begging them not to appeal.
"He's a big man!"
Song Nan's tomb cursed and his eyes turned red.
"He is my brother, and I am his brother. We have lived together since we were young."
"I know, don't worry, I will take good care of Brother Yikai during this time. As for the rest... When you are 30 years old, you will slowly honor him."
"Ok."
...
In ten years, speaking fast is also fast, speaking slow and slow.
Just like when Song Nan’s tomb was 6 years old, his parents divorced, and when he was 16 he met Jiang Beize.
He felt that the ten years had been tormented and long during that period.
From the age of 16 to 21, another five years have passed. Those five years have been in the blink of an eye, just like the past five months. Before there was time to recall, time slipped away.
Early in the morning, Song Nan's tomb stroked his chin.
I felt a circle of stubble.
He hooked his mouth in the mirror.
Oh, he is 30 years old.
No... It was just past his birthday yesterday, and he is already 31.
"Boy, you will be released from prison today."
The uncle who delivered the meal seems to have the ability to freeze age, and he is still that virtuous for ten years. Except for his hair is a little gray, his face has more wrinkles, there is no change, and he likes to squint his eyes and smile at him.
Song Nan's tomb also laughed, "I'm in my thirties, and I'm a kid."
"That's the old boy!"
One sentence made Song Nan's tomb amused.
The moment I came out, I felt an unprecedented ease.
I feel an unprecedented weight.
Ease is a farewell to the past.
Everything in the past, joys and sorrows, sorrows and sorrows, have been left in this prison over time.
Weight is the weight of the future.
He is really a man.
Upright, man who has been eroded and polished by the years.
Song Nan's tomb closed his eyes and took a breath.
The September sky in Lucheng was slightly cool and the air emerging from the ground was very clean.
"Brother Nan!"
Hearing the crisp and familiar voice, Song Nan's tomb opened his eyes and looked over. His eyes fell and he directly saw Jiang Beize standing under the tree without any barriers in between.
Jiang Beize straightened his hair and handed it over with a white coat in his hand.
"Come and pick you up with Brother Nan."
Song Nan's tomb hugged his arms, his black eyes drooping, "I used to call you Nan Ge.
"I have been calling for more than ten years, and I am used to it. What will I call you in the future?"
"What's your name?...I think someone was full of his second brother back then."
Also mention old things.
Jiang Beize also laughed, "I can't do it now, I miss someone else, and that person is far away in the sky."
"Always want to?"
"Always thinking about it."
Throwing sound.
Song Nan's tomb finally smiled.
...
In his first thirty years, it seemed that a lot of time was wasted.
But compared to other people, he lived so thorough, so free and easy, so bright.
He is the tomb of Song Nan.
To the south of Nanshan, the tomb of the cemetery.
He has been apostate all his life.