Chapter 400 The Truth About Poison

Three years, which means that Xiao Zhuo has been smoking since at least 15 years old, but his father always thought his son was innocent and well-behaved.

Mu Zi asked an employee of the law firm to bring the report from the dentist's clinic and put it in front of Xiao Fengjun.

I found this just last night, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Xiao Fengjun was stunned.

The relatives on the side were also stunned, caught off guard by the turn of events.

They grabbed the dentist's report and looked through it, shocked faces.

Year-round smoking will form special plaque on the surface of the teeth. Ordinary people only regard it as ordinary yellow tartar, but experienced dentists can distinguish it at a glance.

"This... this, this doesn't explain anything." After being frightened and angry, Xiao Fengjun slowly regained his senses, "You can't shirk responsibility just because my son smokes. The Fu Shui has found a big ingredient, which cannot be denied. fact!"

"We will not shirk responsibility. Our defense is based on emotion, reason, and law. I also hope that you can face this fact objectively." Mu Zi said.

At this time, Qu Mingjun's cell phone rang suddenly.

In such a situation, the cheerful ringtone was very inappropriate, but the name on the caller ID made Qu Mingjun's expression startled, and he immediately connected the phone.

"...Okay." Qu Mingjun answered the phone, nodded slightly, and then handed over the phone to Mu Zi.

"It's Prosecutor Yu Yang," he said.

Mu Zi took the phone, and on the other end of the phone, Yu Yang told her the result of the roster verification: "...it should be basically true. I will send someone to his home to find out the situation."

"No need." Mu Zi looked at Xiao Fengjun in front of him, and couldn't help showing a trace of pity in his eyes, "You can come to the law firm directly, he is here now."

The two ended the call.

Looking at the man who lost her only son again, Mu Zi suddenly didn't know what to say. She was silent for a long time before she said, "Mr. Xiao, may I ask if you still have a name called Xiao Fengjun."

Xiao Fengjun was startled, his expression confused.

Mu Zi looked at him quietly.

Xiao Fengjun finally realized something, and his face turned pale a little bit.

Mu Zi said: "You illegally bought cigarettes containing Daba, and your son found out, he took the cigarettes and shared them with his classmates, and eventually died suddenly of a THC overdose."

"No... this... this, this is impossible!" Xiao Fengjun's face turned pale, "He doesn't know at all!"

"Cheng Jiaren said that he would go to nightclubs every month, and he probably saw your transaction with his own eyes before making a move..." Mu Zi speculated.

"You are talking nonsense! This is impossible!!!" Xiao Fengjun suddenly broke down and shouted.

Everyone looked at him.

Everyone's eyes showed shock, mixed with pity.

Fearing that they would not believe it, Xiao Fengjun took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and tremblingly placed the cigarettes in it on the table one by one, "...Look, I bought ten cigarettes last month, but I only smoked two. Now there are eight cigarettes left, one is quite a lot, it is impossible for Xiao Zhuo to take my cigarettes! Impossible!"

"It seems to be like this..." Mu Zi walked over, stretched out his hand and gently pushed some of the cigarettes away, "But if you look carefully... you will find something different."

Of the eight cigarettes, three had slightly darker butts.

"When you weren't paying attention, Xiao Zhuo replaced a few of them with ordinary cigarettes bought outside." Mu Zi said.

Xiao Fengjun lost his mind.

After a while, he slowly came back to his senses, and tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.

"How could this be..." His expression was extremely painful, and he slowly knelt down with his head in his arms, unable to accept the fact, "How could this be...it shouldn't be like this..."

At this moment, he thought of many things.

Thinking back some time ago, he found that some of the goods he bought were not strong enough.

I remembered how many times he had quarreled with the bald head, asking if the other party had adulterated fakes and sold them to him.

The bald head scolded him for being poor, and he had to spend money to buy higher-purity products if he wanted to be more energetic, so last month, he bought more expensive products with more energy...