On Friday evening, Wade met with the client''s family and returned to the law firm to get the materials that he had asked the intern to sort out in the afternoon. Unexpectedly, he saw Prosecutor Lee as soon as he entered the door.


    Wade was not familiar with Prosecutor Lee. Although he had some achievements in the past two years, as a criminal lawyer, he was still young and did not want to deliberately appear familiar with him. He just said hello and was about to go back to his office.


    Unexpectedly, Prosecutor Lee stood up and called him: "Mr Wade, I''m waiting for you here."


    "Wait for me?" Wade was stunned and opened the door of his office, "Then come in and tell me."


    "I came here to deliver something, and I just wanted to tell you something. I saw that you were not here, and I wanted to leave, but they said you would be back later, so I waited for a while." Prosecutor Lee sat down and said to Wade, "There is a death penalty review case, and the prisoner wants you to represent it."


    "Death penalty review?" Wade was surprised, "I have never done it."


    The so-called death penalty review is the last trial procedure after the second instance has sentenced the death penalty, which is also the prisoner''s last hope. However, the retrial rate of death penalty review is extremely low. Although the lawyer may become famous if successful, it will also cause a lot of controversy.


    "First time is unfamiliar, second time is familiar, and this matter is not complicated." He took out a file from his briefcase and handed it over, "Take a look first. If you really don''t want to take it, it''s okay."


    Wade took the file, but didn''t read it immediately. Instead, he asked, "Why did she find me?"


    "How would I know? We were curious. She didn''t find a lawyer for the second trial. We originally wanted to arrange one for her, but she specifically asked for you, and the name was clearly stated."


    Wade took a general look at the case. Death penalty cases are definitely murder cases, and most of them are more than one. This case is no exception. The prisoner is an elderly woman, but she is suspected of killing two strong men and trying to kill a third person, but failed. Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, the lawyers and prosecutors have seen too many incredible cases, so they don''t think it''s a big deal. Besides, the prisoner pleaded guilty at the beginning. In Wade''s opinion, there is no turning point in this case. The death penalty review is just a process, and it''s meaningless to accept it.


    However, Wade was embarrassed to refuse directly. Besides, he was curious about why the prisoner came to him. Could it be someone he had contacted before, or someone he had contacted before introduced him? He didn''t want to damage his connections.


    "Well, I''ll go meet her first and see what she means." Wade said.


    "Okay, let''s make an appointment later. I''m leaving now."


    After the deal was settled, Prosecutor Lee left in a hurry. Wade stood up to see her off, but before he could take a step, she had already walked away. He sat down slowly, then realized that he hadn''t even poured a glass of water.


    He really wasn''t very good at socializing.


    After returning to his residence in the evening, he quickly had a little dinner, and Wade took out the file and looked at it carefully. If it was strange, there were some strange things, such as the first trial went smoothly and the prisoner pleaded guilty, so no one expected her to appeal. The reason for her appeal was that the people she killed deserved it, and those three people killed her daughter. But she didn''t have any evidence, and her daughter had been dead for more than ten years, and the police clearly determined it to be suicide.


    Suicide... A hidden string in Wade''s heart was plucked, and at this moment, the sound of an electric drill came from downstairs, interrupting his thoughts. Wade immediately went downstairs and knocked on the door. The owner opened the door and saw it was him. He looked helpless. Without waiting for him to remind him of the renovation time, he waved his hands: "I know, I know, it will be finished soon, just one o''clock, and the weekends after tomorrow will definitely not start work." "It''s normal not to start work on weekends, not a condition for overtime at night." Wade looked at the time, 8:50 in the evening, "9 o''clock at the latest, one minute later I will call the police."


    When he turned around, he saw the owner''s mouth moving in his peripheral vision, which must be swearing. He pretended to raise his mobile phone and turned back to take a picture, and the door closed immediately.


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    The house downstairs has been renovating for half a month. At first, the work started at any time, morning or night. Wade reminded his family of the legal construction time. At first, the owner and the workers were angry and blamed him for being nosy. Later, they knew that he was a lawyer and might really sue them, so they backed off. Wade didn''t want to be serious about this, but he was used to working at night and couldn''t stand the noise.


    He rented this house, the conditions were good, the house was not old, and it was close to the law firm and the court. He was quite satisfied with it. After moving in, he realized a problem, that is, there were many empty rooms and many new people moved in, and there was renovation noise every now and then.


    In the past few years, he had no choice but to take exams, do internships, and change two law firms. He finally got to where he is now. Now that his job is stable and rising, Wade plans to buy a house at the end of the year. Now house prices are rising every day, and it is said that they will rise even more in the future. The sooner you buy, the more secure you will be.


    When Wade thinks about buying a house, he can''t help but think of his father who is alone in his hometown. He picked up the death penalty review materials again, and thought of the "suicide" information point. Suddenly, a trace of annoyance rose in his heart, and he put it down again.


    After nine o''clock, the sound of electric drills and smashing things did stop, and Wade began to do homework on another case at hand.


    A week later, Wade went to the prison to see the prisoner, a woman in her early fifties named Lewis. Wade was sitting on a stool and heard the clanking of restraints approaching. He looked up and Lewis appeared in front of him.


    She was a thin woman who looked older than her actual age, with graying hair that was messy and frizzy. There was a railing between her and Wade. The prison guard fixed her restraints and chair and retreated to a farther position.


    She suddenly smiled at Wade.


    Wade was startled and a little puzzled. This smile was completely for someone familiar.


    But he was sure that he had never seen Lewis.


    Wade had seen serious criminals before. When they were locked up here, there were only two kinds of eyes. One was numbness because the situation was hopeless, and the other was deliberate frivolity. But to be frank, they were all empty, and behind the emptiness there was also fear that they were unwilling to admit. However, Lewis was different. The light radiating from her eyes was powerful, and she still had hope.


    This actually made Wade a little creepy. He felt an unextinguished madness from Lewis, and even when their eyes met, he felt like prey.


    "Long time no see." Lewis smiled and said.


    Wade frowned and said, "Do we know each other?"


    "Not yet. But we will know each other soon."


    At this time, Wade was a little disappointed. After all, it was still this kind of prisoner who loved to be mysterious. He thought that Lewis did this for only one purpose, to change the sentence through mental problems. But it was not so easy. Lewis was mentally evaluated during the first trial, and he was normal at that time.


    "To be honest, it is not easy to change your case to life imprisonment." Wade ignored Lewis''s words and went straight to the point. "The only way now is to let the families of the two victims write a letter of understanding, but I read the previous testimony and it doesn''t seem easy."


    "I don''t need it." Lewis said lightly.


    "What?"


    "I have to die, so don''t bother me." Lewis leaned forward slightly, his eyes shining, "I just want to see you and tell you something."


    Wade touched the back of his neck, as if there was a sign of hair standing up: "What is it?"


    "After I die, go back to my hometown and find a gift shop called ''Chuli'', near No. 2 Middle School. Tell the owner your name and he will give you the things."


    "What（things)..." Wade suddenly realized, "How do you know where my hometown is?"


    "I also know a lot about you. Where do you live, where do you go to school. I also know the year your sister died."


    At that moment, Wade''s temples jumped twice and he almost stood up. But the calmness he had practiced for professional ethics suppressed his body, and he just grabbed the edge of the chair.


    His sister committed suicide the year he took the college entrance examination. Not many people know about this. It can be said that he never knew about it after leaving his hometown.


    Now Wade believed that Lewis really knew him, but he really had no impression.


    Could it be that Lewis was related to his sister''s death? This thought rolled through his mind, but it did not stop. In any case, Lewis had been sentenced to death.


    "Your sister did not commit suicide, but was murdered." As if seeing through what Wade was thinking, Lewis sneered, "The murderer is still alive, I must find him."


    "I don''t understand what you are saying."


    "Neither of the two dead people was the murderer, and the one who survived was not. The murderer is still alive. That murderer killed my daughter and your sister."


    This time Wade had to stand up. He clutched his briefcase tightly and said coldly: "It''s meaningless to make these groundless speculations now. I will try to apply for another mental evaluation for you."


    After that, he told the prison guard that the meeting was over and turned to leave. Lewis bent his knees and stood up a little, shouting to him: "Remember what I said. After I die, I will go to get the things I left for you. Then you will understand everything."


    Wade paused for a moment and turned his head. Lewis was dragged back by the prison guard, still shouting at him: "We will know each other soon, and you have to help me when the time comes!"


    Is he really crazy... Wade shook his head, walked out of the prison, and drove back to the law firm.


    It was midsummer, but he felt cold, and it stuck to his skin for a long time. It was like a rain in a parallel universe, which did not fall on him, but threw a layer of cold wind over him.


    But there is no parallel universe, Wade is a pure atheist.