Chapter 1143 Appeal

When you are the only one left in the world, it seems that doing anything becomes superfluous.

That being the case, why bother to come to the procuratorate day after day, looking for the impossible hope?

Mu Zi thinks that someone should persuade the old lady that morality and law are two different things, you can condemn someone for being immoral, but you can't punish the other for being immoral.

At least in Huaya State, the act of killing cats and cruelty to dogs is only immoral, not against the law.

Mu Zi thought for a while, and took out a thick case study material.

The colleagues around me saw it and asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Mu Zi replied while flipping through the book: "I'm looking to see if there are any cases where pets are regarded as specific souvenirs."

The colleague immediately understood: "Do you want to help that old lady increase the claim amount?"

As long as cases related to pets are mentioned, everyone will think of the old lady outside the procuratorate.

"That's right, that dog is not a rare breed. If you sue based on property rights infringement, five hundred is already the limit." Mu Zi sighed, "It would be much easier if I could claim spiritual compensation."

Not all cases can request spiritual compensation. The law clearly stipulates four situations. Only cases that meet these four situations can request spiritual compensation.

And one of them is a specific commemorative item with a symbolic personality. When it is damaged by infringement, the owner of the item can sue for compensation for mental damage.

However, it is not known whether the judge will support pets as "specific commemorative items with symbolic meaning of personality".

Several other colleagues in the office also gathered around and discussed together. Everyone felt that spiritual compensation is an angle that can be played, and it is worth a try.

Someone also poured cold water: "I don't think the old lady wants money. She treats that dog like her own son and daughter. Think about it, how much money can you be willing to pay for your son and daughter who were killed?"

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

After a while, someone said: "The old lady wants the other party to go to jail."

Sentence a man to jail for killing a dog? ……how can that be?

The colleagues dispersed and returned to their respective positions to work.

Mu Zi pursed her lips and thought, she felt that she should talk to the old lady face to face, no matter what the previous prosecutor did, she hoped to explain every possibility of this case clearly to the other party.

Hope is indeed slim, even if it goes to court, the final result may not be more than five hundred.

But if nothing is done, then five hundred will always be five hundred, nothing more, nothing will change.

Mu Zi thought it over clearly, got up and went out, wanting to find that old lady.

Unexpectedly, the old lady who always lingered at the gate of the procuratorate was not there at this time.

Mu Zi walked a few steps forward, and when she was about to give up, she saw a hunchbacked figure across the street, dragging a hemp leather bag, bending over to pick up the mineral water bottle on the ground.

It's the old man.

Elderly people bend over, and young people are completely different.

You need to support your legs with both hands, bend down little by little, pick up the mineral water bottle, then support your legs, and slowly straighten your body with strength. It is said to be straight, but it is not straight at all. It is still in a half-bowed state.

Every movement is very slow, like a rusty clock, and every step is extremely difficult.

It was very strange, Mu Zi thought of herself.

Since her belly got bigger and bigger, it became more and more difficult for her to bend down. Once she wanted to pick up something, but she didn't bend down for a long time. When Murong Cheng saw it, he laughed at her facelessly for a long time.

But now, looking at the old man in front of her, she couldn't smile at all.

Mu Zi walked over and asked, "Old lady, are you going to sue again?"

The old man raised his head suspiciously, looked at Muzi, his eyes fell on her conspicuous belly, and then moved to his chest to find the badge.

Mu Zi said: "I'm still an intern and I don't wear a badge, but I can help you fight for an appeal."