Chapter 400： The truth about poison

Three years, this means that Xiao Zhuo has been smoking since at least 15 years old, but his father has always thought that his son is innocent and cute.

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

This was just checked last night, and I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Xiao Fengjun was confused.

The relatives on the side were also stunned, and were taken by surprise by the incident.

They grabbed the dentist's report and looked through it, all in shock.

Smoking all the year round will form special plaque on the surface of the teeth. Ordinary people just treat it as ordinary yellow tartar, but experienced dentists can tell it at a glance.

"This...this, this doesn't mean much." After being furious, Xiao Fengjun slowly recovered his sanity, "You can't shirk responsibility just because my son smokes. The test of the fushui has a big ingredient, this is irresistible. fact!"

"We will not shirk responsibility. Our defense is based on sentiment, reason and law, and we hope you can face this fact objectively." Mu Zidao.

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

In such a situation, the cheerful ringing tone was very out of place, but the name of the caller ID made Qu Mingjun look horrified and immediately connected the call.

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

"Prosecutor Yu Yang," he said.

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

"No need." Mu Zi looked at Xiao Fengjun in front of him, with a hint of pity in his eyes, "You can come directly to the law firm, he is here now."

The two ended the call.

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

Xiao Fengjun was startled, looking confused.

Mu Zi looked at him quietly.

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

Mu Zi said: "You illegally bought cigarettes that contained mascarpone, but your son knew that he took the cigarettes and shared them with his classmates, and eventually died suddenly due to an overdose of tetrahydromethanol."

"No...this...this, this is impossible!" Xiao Fengjun's face was pale, "He doesn't even know!"

"Jia Cheng said that he would go to the nightclub every month, and he should start after seeing you with his own eyes..." Mu Zi speculated.

"You nonsense! This is impossible!!!" Xiao Fengjun suddenly collapsed and shouted.

Everyone looked at him.

Everyone's eyes were filled with shock and pity.

Learing that they would not believe it, Xiao Fengjun took out a cigarette case from his arms and tremblingly placed the cigarettes inside on the table one by one, "...Look, I bought ten last month and only smoked two. Now there are eight pieces left, not many, Xiao Zhuo cannot take my cigarette! Impossible!"

"It seems like this..." Mu Zi walked over and stretched out a hand to gently poke a few of the cigarettes away. "But if you look closely... you will find a difference."

Among the eight cigarettes, the butts of three of them are slightly darker.

"When you were not paying attention, Xiao Zhuo replaced some of them with ordinary cigarettes bought outside." Mu Zi said.

Xiao Fengjun was lost.

After a long while, he slowly recovered, and tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.

"How could this be..." His expression was extremely painful, and he squatted down slowly holding his head, unable to accept this fact, "How could this be...it shouldn't be..."

At this moment, he remembered a lot.

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

I remembered that he had quarreled with the bald head several times and asked if the other party had adulterated and sold him fake products.

The bald head scolded him for being poor, and he was willing to spend money to buy more pure goods if he wanted to be more vigorous, so last month, he bought more vigorous high-priced goods...