After police officer D visited the decorator, the master changed his statement, claiming that he was bought by me with money. My editor friend B handed in that recording.
This statement was ultimately deemed invalid.
Then, I deliberately made up myself into a weak and heartbroken look and went to the company to give a condolence speech. The actor was also there at that time. After inheriting the family business, his influence increased greatly, and this video was widely circulated open.
In private, I hired sailors to direct public opinion to criticize the bamboo horse. After all, after the previous incidents, the image of the bamboo horse can be said to have fallen to the bottom, which formed a sharp contrast with my weak and painful appearance in the video. In contrast, some "passers-by" made remarks to reprimand and sympathize with me.
Secondly, after the recording was released, Officer D was labeled as a gangster by me with public opinion. The rest of the people whose research direction is door locks are also classified as fans of bamboo horses in an attempt to exonerate him.
After all, who knows if the door lock is a loophole deliberately left by the criminal suspect for the police to exploit. Police officer D used this point to explain that it was impossible for a bamboo horse to kill someone, he was too absolute. For example, I can give another explanation that Zhuma deliberately asked people to lock the door to frame me, so as to get rid of the two people and receive all the property under his own name.
In fact, the point of locking the door was to guide them on purpose. After all my husband's real cause of death was blood loss. As long as their attention is focused on the door, no one will check the drug c, and no one will check the monitors and bugs I bought. This time is enough for me to eliminate the follow-up matters.
Then my husband's father committed suicide by jumping off a building, and the news that my husband's mother was madly going to chop a bamboo horse also greatly strengthened my strength.
Even though Officer D tried his best to refute the bamboo horse, even if he had the ability to prove that I locked the door, it was useless. The powerful offensive of public opinion determines the judge's sentence to a certain extent.
On the day of the court hearing, I was hit by a car.
Of course, I know the person who hit me did it on purpose.
The moment the car hit, I heard the sound of glass shattering, followed by a scarlet sight, and I could only see some blood-red pieces of meat for a moment. The sound of car damage followed.
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By the time I woke up in the hospital two weeks later, the dust had settled.
The court trial has come down, and Zhuma is permanently sent to a mental hospital because of mental illness. My editor friend B smiled and told me that he specially arranged for Zhuma to share a ward with my husband's mother.
Police officer D absconded in fear of crime, but was not arrested and brought to justice.
I know, this topic, I won.