chapter 4 Go back with your dad ===

Wei Wu has been here for more than ten years and has long forgotten his birthday. Only after Euphemia Well reminded him did he remember that today is the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, which is his 42nd birthday.

The fifth uncle and fifth aunt mentioned by Euphemia Well were Tymon Well's neighbors, Dave and his wife.

The village where Tymon Well lived was all surnamed Wei. Dave was of the same generation as Tymon Well and was five years older than Wei Wu.

Dave's parents died early and he had no brothers or sisters. He was the fifth among several cousins. His peers in the village called him fifth brother.

Kircher is Dave's only son. When he was two years old, Dave took his family of three out on a motorcycle and accidentally fell down.

Dave lumbar spine was injured, resulting in paralysis of his lower limbs.

Kircher's head was also injured. If it hadn't been for Tymon Well's grandfather, he might have died at that time, but because of the injury to his brain, he became a little stupid when he grew up.

Their family was not living well, so Grandpa Tymon Well often helped them when he was not away, and Tymon Well also often helped them.

Later, something happened to Tymon Well and Euphemia Well was left unattended, so Dave and his wife took the initiative to accept Euphemia Well.

"I really didn't expect you to suffer so much. I must honor your fifth uncle and your fifth aunt in the future, huh?"

Tymon Well didn't expect that Connie's mother would be like this. Even if he had really committed a crime, the child was her grandson after all.

"Uncle Wu also asked you to stop making trouble. It's been so many years. If you reform well, you can go out soon."

The latter sentence was added by Euphemia Well himself.

Tymon Well raised his head, looked at his daughter, and said word by word:

"Euphemia, believe Dad, Dad is really innocent!

Dad was not guilty of that case, and Dad will never plead guilty.

But after so many years, although my father did not plead guilty, he accepted his fate.

In the remaining years, my father will stop making trouble, and I will not admit guilt and accept my fate!

But after dad goes out, he still has to prove his innocence. As long as he finds the person who stole my dagger, he can find the real murderer!

I am already forty-two this year, and I will be forty-five when I go out, so it doesn’t matter!

But I can’t let you always carry the shame of having a criminal father, and I can’t let you be discriminated against in your future study, work and promotion! "

After hearing this, Euphemia Well suddenly believed in his father for some reason.

How could such a persistent person, who only thinks about his daughter, do such a thing? Moreover, when he said this, his eyes did not dodge at all, only perseverance!

Accepting fate without admitting guilt is what Tymon Well heard from his master Old Kent.

In the first few years, Tymon Well kept writing complaints and complaining.

I don’t know how many times I have been locked up!

When he hears others saying he is a criminal, he will risk his life with them, and the same goes for the police!

The number of times he was beaten by prisoners was as many as the number of times he cried out for injustice.

Later, Old Kent told him, even if you were wronged, you don't have any evidence, right? Not guilty, but you must accept your fate!

If he continues like this, when his two-year probation is up, he will probably be taken to the execution ground and executed.

Where there is life, there is hope.

You can just shut up what others say and let them go as they say. Just don't listen. At least wait until the two-year reprieve is over.

So he stopped making trouble. Two years later, his probation period came and he was suspended indefinitely.

He started making trouble again, but he stopped fighting and just kept writing complaint materials.

Once every three months, without interruption.

Through a layer of glass, the conversation between father and daughter gradually returned to calm.

"Dad, you are fine here, and I am fine when I go to school. When you come out, I will also do an internship. Then we will have a good time."

"Euphemia, you must have suffered a lot when you were a child. Why is your grandmother so cruel, and why are you so thin? You are not tall either, not as tall as your mother."

Tymon Well said, his eyes turned red again.

"It's okay, Dad, it's all over."

"It's because dad is useless. He hurts you, and he doesn't take good care of you."

"Tell dad how you've been doing these years."

Euphemia Well whispered about his childhood. At this time, a policewoman walked into the visiting hall. Tymon Well had seen her before. She was from the prison office upstairs. Tymon Well had been complaining over the years and had dealt with almost all the correctional officers. , just not famous.

The policewoman approached Fatty Hill, whispered a few words, and then pursed her lips outside.

Fatty Hill suddenly became excited and said loudly:

"Tymon Well, your visit time is up. The visit is over now. Please follow the female police officer upstairs. The warden is looking for you."

After saying that, he cut off the phone and ignored Tymon Well. He ran out quickly, walked around in a big circle, and came to Euphemia Well who was standing up to leave.

"Hello, are you Tymon Well's daughter?"

"um, yes."

Euphemia Well looked suspicious.

"Please leave me a phone number and find a hotel nearby to stay overnight and leave tomorrow, okay?"

"Oh? Why? Is something wrong?"

Fatty Hill didn't even know how to express it.

Euphemia Well suddenly felt a little scared and asked timidly:

"What's the matter? Is my father in trouble?

Fatty Hill thought for a while and suddenly laughed:

"Come back early tomorrow morning. Maybe you can go home with your father."

Euphemia Well suddenly staggered, his head felt a little dizzy, and he hurriedly reached out and grasped the corners of the table tightly:

"What? Did my dad have his sentence commuted again?"

"No, I can tell you, please don't get excited. The real culprit in your dad's case has been caught, and your dad is innocent!

The procedures cannot be completed today and will not be completed until tomorrow. We must wait for the confirmation notice from the High Court.

You see the weather has changed and it's going to rain soon. You go to a town not far away and find a hotel to stay. Then come back tomorrow morning and go back with your dad. "

Euphemia Well couldn't stand any longer and slowly sat down on the chair, his mind going blank.

Dad, dad, he, he is really innocent!

He, he just endured fourteen years of frustration, helplessness and despair, facing those real criminals every day and listening to others call him "10326"?

Fourteen years, how did he survive it!

How many fourteen years are there in a life? Was it all wasted here?

He was only 28 years old at that time! At such a young and energetic age, yet he suffers the most heart-wrenching injustice in the world!

His youth, his ideals and ambitions, his wife, daughter and family were all ruined!

Euphemia Well covered his face with his hands, slowly slid to the ground, and cried loudly.

Tymon Well followed the policewoman suspiciously and went straight to the sixth floor.

As a senior "old petitioner", he was very familiar with this office building. There was a conference room on the sixth floor, with only a large lecture hall and a small conference room. What was he brought to the conference room for?

The policewoman stopped at the door of the small conference room and knocked on the door:

"Report!"

"Please come in!"

The policewoman opened the door, followed by Tymon Well. He was tall, and when he looked over the policewoman's shoulder, he saw a dozen people sitting around the oval conference table.

Seeing Tymon Well and the others come in, these people stood up in unison. One of them, a burly police officer in his mid-forties and wearing a prison guard uniform, came over and stretched out his right hand:

"You must be Comrade Tymon Well. I am the new warden, surnamed Hao. I learned about your situation not long after I arrived. Today is the first time we meet."

Tymon Well was stunned by this "comrade" and his consciousness paused for a moment.

In prisons, correctional officers address prisoners by their cell number, which is printed on each prisoner's uniform and can be seen at a glance.

He had heard about Warden Gibbs. He was transferred from the Department of Justice a month ago. He should know very well how to address a prisoner. Why would he call himself 'comrade'? What's going on?

Warden Gibbs took his hand, sat him down on a chair, and said seriously:

"Tymon Well, please sit down first and drink some water. What I am going to tell you next is very important. Please don't get too excited no matter what."

Then he turned to the policewoman just now and said:

"Bring me a glass of water."

After taking the water, Tymon Well took a sip. He was a little thirsty after talking to his daughter for a long time. At the same time, Tymon Well had a premonition that there was a big problem and he needed to calm down.

"You say."

Tymon Well was not like other prisoners who spoke of "government" or "leadership."

"I've known you since I was transferred here. I heard that you have been complaining and have never admitted your guilt. Even now, you are just accepting your fate and not pleading guilty?"

In order not to scare Tymon Well, Warden Gibbs tried to slow down his tone and go around in circles.

"Yes, I didn't do the case at all. I'm innocent, so naturally I won't admit it!"

"Okay, I admire your persistence, and your persistence has moved God.

Now, let me tell you seriously: there is a new situation in your case, please stay calm.

Next, let the leaders of your hometown announce it to you. "