Zilan Lake Cemetery is located on the west side of a quiet and deep wetland area, with the Blue Mountains at the back and facing Zilan Lake, less than an hour's drive from the bustling Fawang District.
It is a good place to sleep and the closest cemetery to the center.
"The area here is very large, and it is said that it is enough for everyone in the three large districts surrounding it to sleep in." Locke introduced in the car.
Everyone: "..." Not too sleepy.
"But I really haven't been here before." Locke's tone sounded a little regretful, and he didn't know what the hell he was regretting.
"I wonder if you drank this morning." Anna said angrily, "Isn't it a good thing that you haven't been here?"
"I know, I mean there are many famous people buried here." Locke, "You can stop by and see them..."
He paused, then added: "The remains of..."
…
The young interns were chatting and chatting non-stop. The experience of going out in groups during working hours was a bit novel to them, so they seemed very excited.
Except for a proper smile when they looked over, Yan Suizhi didn't participate in the whole process.
He didn't have much interest in this kind of going out. In fact, his attention was still stuck on the files he saw in the morning.
The last time he used a search method to find the bombing case, this time he realized that he didn't actually need to search that way. The bombing related to him was specially marked, and an additional bookmark was inserted.
The special mark is uniform in the law firm, and all first-level cases will have it. The bookmark should have been added by Gu Yan, perhaps for convenience.
He simply flipped through it, and it contained quite a complete set of things, including power of attorney, background information, evidence catalogs, testimonies of all relevant witnesses, oral statements, written court records, judgments, and so on.
At first glance, everything he needed to know seemed to be in there.
Before coming out, he glanced at the top case brief, which was similar to what he had seen in news reports before—
The person who made the explosion was a middle-aged man named Carl Richard. He had suffered severe burns and had some mental problems, sometimes sober and sometimes insane. But whether he was awake or insane, he hated the company and department heads who had burned him and fired him. In recent years, his life has been completely insecure, and the follow-up compensation promised by the company has never been in place. His madness was getting worse, and his wife left him with the children.
That day, the company boss and several managers stayed at the hotel, who happened to live on the same floor as Yan Suizhi. There is a separate elevator on the floor where they live, and not everyone can get in. Carl Richard simply found a room two floors below them, and two bombs blew him up and down three floors.
The boss of the company, several management members, and the unfortunate guest who was similar to Yan Suizhi explained it in there.
Because of mental problems, Carl Richard was eventually sent to a specialized mental hospital, avoiding prison to some extent.
"By the way, is Zilan Lake Cemetery..." The intern Henry said suddenly, with a hesitant expression on his face.
Except for Yan Suizhi, everyone looked at him, waiting for him to finish the second half of the sentence.
"I don't know if I remember correctly, but it seems like..." Henry got stuck in the middle again.
But looking at his expression, it seemed that everyone could immediately understand what he meant.
Everyone was confused by him, and after a while, Phyllida was the first to react, and slapped her thigh—
"Oh - you shot my leg!" Henry cried.
"I mean I remembered! Is Dean Yan here too?" Phyllida suddenly realized.
Yan Sui was shocked and finally recovered: "Huh?"
"I mean the dean's tombstone is here!" Phyllida said, "It was mentioned in the report, right?"
Yan Suizhi gave a soft "Ah" and whispered as if he had just remembered: "It seems that I mentioned something."
His expression was ecstatic for a moment, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly looked out of the car window. In front of the side of the car, you can vaguely see the huge sign of Zilan Lake Cemetery, standing quietly by the lake surrounded by pine forests.
Everyone's attention was focused on "to see the dean's tombstone", and they didn't notice the strange expression on his face for a while.
It was precisely because they brought this up that in the last ten minutes of the drive, everyone put on a face on the grave, and the whole carriage was filled with an atmosphere of mourning.
Yan Suizhi regained his senses and leaned back on the chair, silently admiring the whole way, feeling that his face had turned into a black and white photo.
"Mr. Zeng? We're already at the gate of the cemetery." After getting out of the car, Locke dug out the contact information that Hobbs gave him, and dialed the so-called case-related person.
The other party is one of the staff of Zilan Lake Cemetery and a friend of Hobbs.
"A child from the Southern Cross Law Firm, right?" Locke opened it up, and the other party's voice was enough for everyone to hear.
Mr. Zeng said: "Come and learn about the case? Wait a moment, there are a few guests here, I'll receive them, and I'll go look for you when I'm done. You can wait in the reception room of the office area, or you can go to see if there are any Who can worship?"
Crowd: "..." Your cemetery's hospitality is really special.
For the primary assessment of interns like Southern Cross Law Firm, they are looking for friends of various lawyers to help them act as people involved in various cases with due diligence. Some of them enjoyed the acting process very much. As if those cases were real.
"There are still guests?" Locke muttered after cutting off the communication.
There are no people in the cemetery. In order not to affect Mr. Zeng's work, the day Hobbs helped them make an appointment is actually the closing day of this month.
"Then let's go around first." Phyllida said.
Thanks to Mr. Zeng for his ingenious proposal, 10 minutes later, Yan Suizhi followed behind several other interns, walked through the long stone steps and lush trees in the cemetery, and came face to face with his own tombstone, still holding with the two white Sabina flowers that Phyllida had thrust into him.
Yan Suizhi on the posthumous photo: "..."
Yan Suizhi holding the flower: "..."
The cemetery should have been selected by Metz University, and the photo is the same as the one in the Hall of Fame—Yan Suizhi is wearing glasses, sitting gracefully on the armchair, with a heavy code on his knees, his eyes are shallow. Light smile.
Both appearance and temperament are impeccable.
When such a photo appears on a tombstone, it is especially regrettable.
He didn't leave any words beforehand, so the epitaph was very official—
A noble soul sleeps here. He has saved many people and taught many people. The gentle moonlight and fragrance of flowers in Zilan Lake bring blessings. May he rest in peace.
Yan Suizhi: "..."
To be honest, I don't really want to rest in peace.
When he pinned the Sabbath flower in his hand to the tombstone next door, Anna and the other two more sensual girls sighed and had red eyes.
It's complicated and wonderful to be able to stand here alive and watch others miss you.
He was about to say something to the two little girls when a voice suddenly came from the stone steps not far behind him.
"Eh? Someone took the lead? Also a classmate?" said a female voice.
When Yan Suizhi heard the sound, she turned her head and saw Gu Yan's face across a quiet path of more than 20 meters.
"… "
Why are you everywhere?