12dz Chapter 790 It’s Really Not Her
Chapter 790 It’s Really Not Her
In the luxurious yet slightly depressing VIP ward of Kuncheng Central Hospital, it was so quiet that only the faint ticking of instruments could be heard.
Deng Zhouyi sat aside, staring at Teng Zijing on the hospital bed without blinking.
At this moment, Teng Zijing's brows were tightly furrowed, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and the wrinkles seemed to depict the uneasiness deep in his heart.
His breathing was a little rapid, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He seemed to be struggling hard in the vortex of dreams. His uneasy heart could not find a moment of peace even in his sleep.
In Teng Zijing's dream, the scene switched to his grandfather's mysterious scientific research base.
In the base, rows of houses are arranged in an orderly manner. In the dim light, they look like silent giant beasts.
Yang Fan, Wei Qingyang, Ouyang Jian and others were imprisoned in different rooms.
In the house, darkness spread like a tide, and the oppressive atmosphere almost swallowed them.
Their wails echoed in the silent space, each sound piercing their ears, as if carrying endless fear and despair.
"Master Jing, please save us! We don't want to stay here. This room is so dark and depressing, and we're so scared. Please, Master, let us go!"
Their voices trembled and tinged with tears, and they seemed so helpless in this enclosed space. Every cry was like a sharp knife, piercing Teng Zijing's heart.
Just as he finished speaking, a heavy dragging sound was heard. Two fully armed men were seen dragging Yu Fei out of a building.
Yu Fei's feet struggled weakly on the ground, leaving a trail of messy marks. His face was full of fear and anger, his eyes wide open, staring at Teng Zijing.
"Teng Zijing, you're so cruel! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go. An Yu has also been captured. She's in the warehouse in front. Even if I die, she will never forgive you in this life."
Yu Fei's voice was almost a roar, filled with resentment. His eyes revealed a determination, as if issuing a final challenge to Teng Zijing.
Almost at the same moment, a beautiful police officer in uniform escorted An Yu into the base compound.
An Yu was wearing a white dress, and in this depressing environment, the white color looked particularly glaring.
Her delicate facial features were now distorted by fear, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and despair.
Her body was trembling slightly, like a bird shivering in the cold wind, as she was pushed by the police officer and taken to a lonely corner room.
Yu Fei looked in the direction An Yu had left and cried out in pain, "Sister An Yu, save me! I'm so scared!"
There was deep fear in the voice, as if he had foreseen his own tragic end.
Teng Zijing had a look of disdain on his face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile that was somewhat domineering.
He walked steadily towards Yu Fei, holding a pistol tightly in his hand. In the dim light, the pistol gleamed with a cold metallic luster.
"Hehe Yu Fei, it's a great honor for you to be able to let me, Teng Zijing, personally send you off." Teng Zijing's voice was low and cold, as if it came from the depths of hell.
There was an unquestionable majesty in his eyes as he stared at Yu Fei as if he was examining a worthless object.
Seeing this, Yu Fei was instantly filled with fear. His body began to tremble violently, and his eyes were full of pleading.
"Master Jing, Master Jing, please let me go! I will stay away from Sister An Yu from now on." His voice was filled with tears as he kept begging for mercy, trying to arouse a trace of sympathy from Teng Zijing.
However, Teng Zijing remained unmoved. A sly smile rose from his lips, and he slowly unhooked the safety of his pistol, his finger resting lightly on the trigger.
There was a determination in his eyes, as if he had made an irreversible decision.
"Bang!" A crisp gunshot shattered the silence of the base. Yu Fei's temple instantly exploded, and blood spurted out like a blooming flower.
His body fell straight down at Teng Zijing's feet like a puppet with its strings cut. Teng Zijing looked at Yu Fei's corpse and laughed heartily.
In his heart, he finally got rid of Yu Fei, the man who pestered An Yu like a lapdog. From now on, An Yu would no longer be surrounded by Yu Fei's dog-licking attentiveness, and would no longer be spoiled by her.
But this joy did not last long. Just as Teng Zijing was feeling so happy, a familiar and majestic voice rang out like a huge bell.
"Sniper, prepare to fire." This voice seemed to carry immense authority, making it impossible to resist. Teng Zijing's heart tightened, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
He turned around and saw An Yu, escorted by two armed men, walking towards a certain direction with difficulty.
As she walked, she struggled desperately, waving her hands in an attempt to break free from the restraints.
"Let me go, who are you? I don't want to die, please let me go." An Yu's voice was filled with fear and despair.
Her eyes revealed a deep fear of an unknown fate. Every word she spoke was like a helpless cry to the world.
The old man stood not far away, his eyes glaring, his brow furrowed, his gaze revealing an unquestionable majesty. His voice was firm and powerful, as if to shock the entire world.
"Without a trial, you can't even die. I want to see you confess to the judge that you murdered my grandson. I want the law to speak for me."
The old man's voice echoed in the air, carrying with it a persistent pursuit of justice.
His eyes were filled with anger and determination as he stared at An Yu, as if he wanted to see through her soul.
Teng Zijing watched An Yu being held hostage by a group of armed men, striding towards the solemn and dignified court.
The door of the court stood open, like a huge monster, waiting to devour everything.
"I'm innocent. Why did you bring me here? Let me go. I'm a law-abiding citizen. I haven't done anything wrong."
An Yu's voice echoed in the courtroom, filled with endless grievance and unwillingness. Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She tried to seek help from those around her, but only received a cold response.
The atmosphere in the courtroom was suffocatingly solemn. On the walls hung solemn portraits, as if examining the souls of each person.
The judge sat on the high bench, watching all this with an expressionless face. His eyes revealed a kind of impartial majesty that made people dare not look directly at him.
"Silence!" The judge's voice rang out, and the entire courtroom fell silent in an instant, with only An Yi's rapid breathing echoing in the air.
"Defendant An Yu, you are accused of assassinating Teng Zijing. The evidence is irrefutable. What is your defense?"
The judge's voice was stern and cold, seemingly devoid of emotion. His gaze fell on An Yu, as if he were examining an object awaiting judgment.
An Yu raised her head, her eyes burning with intense hatred and undisguised hostility. She stared at Teng Zijing closely and said word by word in a firm and decisive manner:
"Yes, I killed Teng Zijing. Seven years ago, he forced Beichen to death. Over the years, I, An Yu, have traveled all over the place just to come back today and avenge Qiu Beichen."
Although her voice was not loud, it was like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's heart with deep resentment and determination.
Teng Zijing was horrified when he heard this. He was extremely anxious and quickly turned his gaze towards the judge sitting on the high bench.
The judge was the grandfather he had respected since childhood. Seeing his grandfather's sullen face, his eyes filled with anxiety and tension, he said in an anxious and trembling voice:
"Grandpa, it wasn't her. It really wasn't her who did it! You have to believe me. I accidentally slipped and hurt myself. It really wasn't her."
He clenched his hands unconsciously, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he was extremely worried that An Yu would be unfairly tried.
The judge's face was gloomy, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He slammed the table,
A loud "bang" echoed in the courtroom, and the sound seemed to shatter the air.
The judge's eyes widened in anger as he shouted angrily, "Teng Zijing, stop covering up for us!
The police collected clear bloody fingerprints on the window of your Maserati.
After professional technical identification, it was found to be exactly the same as the fingerprints on the knife, and both came from An Yi.
The evidence is irrefutable, what else do you have to explain? The law does not tolerate even the slightest falsehood or partiality!
The judge's voice was majestic and cold, like a winter wind, leaving no room for doubt.
At this moment, the courtroom seemed to have been thrown into an explosion, and it instantly exploded.
People in the gallery were whispering to each other, and various voices rose and fell like a surging tide.
"The police have already investigated everything clearly, and the evidence is irrefutable. How can she deny it?"
A middle-aged man, well-dressed and with neatly combed hair, said loudly, with unquestionable certainty in his voice,
As he spoke, he waved his arms excitedly, as if he wanted everyone to agree with his point of view.
"That's right! Everyone is equal before the law. This is an iron rule. Since she has already admitted her crime, she must accept the corresponding legal responsibility. This is beyond doubt!"
A serious-looking lady wearing glasses echoed this, her eyes revealing her firm defense of legal justice, and her tone was firm.
"Yes, after committing such a crime, she will probably have to spend the rest of her life in prison!"
A young man also started shouting loudly, with an expression of watching the fun and not minding the trouble.
Amidst the cacophony of arguments, Teng Zijing felt as if he was at the center of a chaotic vortex, his heart filled with endless fear and anxiety.
His eyes widened in panic as he shouted at the judge, "No, no, Grandpa, Anyu her..."
His voice became shrill due to excitement, with an almost desperate roar, trying to drown out the noisy sounds around him and attract the judge's attention.
However, just as he was shouting at the top of his lungs, Teng Zijing suddenly woke up.
His eyes snapped open, the terror from his dream still lingering in them. He found himself in the familiar VIP ward of Kuncheng Central Hospital.
Everything around was still so quiet, with only the faint ticking sounds of instruments echoing in the air.
A piercing pain came from his abdomen, and Teng Zijing couldn't help but frown slightly.
The clear pain woke him up instantly and made him realize that everything he had just experienced was just a nightmare.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, which kept sliding down his cheeks.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his pounding heart, but the scene of An Yu being accused in his dream kept appearing in his mind, and he was still frightened.