Chapter 258 (2/2)

In the two CDs she looked at, how did he Ming attack those girls who were scared As long as you think of those pictures, cloud paintings can't control the tyranny and anger in their hearts.

”Put aside yourself, what is the reaction of others when he Ming is dead?” Bo Si Qing asked again.

Yunhua opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end.

”Everyone is clapping, everyone is cheering! No one thought he Ming's death a pity... ” Bo Si Qing said lightly, ”this is actually a very common phenomenon. The law is the same for all people. No matter who is the murderer or the victim, the law is fair. How should the penalty be meted out. But ordinary people's psychology, but hate to offend criminals all go to die. Someone's stealing. You deserve to break your leg! You deserve it! Run a red light, you deserve to die! Bullying ruffian, deserve to be killed! He Ming's death is also saying that he deserves to die? ”

Yunhua didn't say a word. Yes, all the people she contacted felt that he Ming deserved to die. Such people should die!

”According to the current legal sentencing, all the evidence is put forward, he Ming will be sentenced to 15-20 years at most; if he performs well in prison, his sentence will be reduced to 10 years; if he continues to perform well, perform meritorious service and actively reform Commutation to five years On the whole, he Ming will not serve more than 10 years in prison. ”

Bo Si Qing's voice also has some helplessness, ”if there are other operations, he Ming's actual sentence may not exceed 8 years. In this way, he was still young and energetic when he came out That's the reality. ”

”Then I did it right? ” Cloud painting is completely confused.

Bo Si Qing's eyes suddenly sharp up: ”wrong, very wrong!”

”You can sympathize with the sufferings of others and protect the victims, but you are just an ordinary person. You are not a policeman, and you are not a law. You are not qualified to punish the evil and promote the good by your own means.”

”It's nice to fight violence with violence, but why do you do that?”

”He Ming is dead. It is others who are cheerful, but you are the one who has been put on heavy shackles.”

The face of Yun Hua was pale.

Bo Si Qing Leng hum: ”why do others feel cheerful, but you are full of fear?”

”You ask me, are you terrible?” Bo Si Qing stared at the cloud painting and said, ”no, you are not terrible. You are pathetic, pathetic and pathetic.”