After the adjournment is over, according to the serious nature of my situation, there should be many court sessions, and the conviction will be made only after all the witnesses, physical evidence and various clues are found out. Generally, how to judge mainly depends on two factors, which we call internal and external factors.
External factors refer to witnesses and physical evidence, and of course the main thing to look at is physical evidence. Because everyone knows that in the absence of multiple celebrity certificates, most of the things said from people's mouths are unreliable. Even if witnesses saw it with their own eyes, they would inevitably carry their own subjective emotions and conjectures in the process of describing it, which would lead to a brush with the truth.
The physical evidence and traces left at the scene exist objectively. Although there may be situations where the murderer forged the scene, it is much easier to investigate and distinguish than what the mouth says.
Internal factors refer to people's own factors, such as whether they have time, ability, and motivation. These are the best ways to identify suspects.
And as long as the person is identified, then compare the physical witness with the witness, if it matches, then you can be sure, if not, then look for the next one.
In fact, this confession accounted for a very small part, and it hardly affected anything. Because there are many people who pay for the crime for money, even if this person admits it himself, it will be useless.
Whether it is from internal or external factors, these points point to me.
I closed my eyes and slowly pulled my hair with my hands. I understand that the person who framed me can prepare all the evidence that can point to me, and there is no missing piece. And this is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
All the evidence points to me. I think that if I am convicted, as the lawyer said, I will have to sit for at least ten years. However, it is absolutely unacceptable for me to be imprisoned for no reason, even though I have never done this.
Fortunately, I have already told the lawyer what I want to do, but until now I am not sure, will Sister Mao help me? To put it bluntly, the relationship between me and Sister Mao is just to use each other. When I was the captain of the special operations team, Sister Mao might need my help to say something, but now I am nothing, will Sister Mao still help me
I don't know about this, but the only one I can rely on now is Sister Mao.
In the afternoon, as I expected, it said that it needs to be re-examined in three days. And I also know that three days later, it is estimated that I will be sentenced.
At that time, I will be transferred to a higher-level place. If I want to do anything at that time, I will definitely not be able to get out.
In the afternoon, the lawyer invited by Sister Mao came to see me.
I looked at the lawyer and asked slowly, "Have you told Sister Mao what I said to you?"
The lawyer nodded. Although his expression was deeply worried, his movements were still calm and did not arouse the suspicion of the guards outside. He frowned tightly, pressed one hand firmly on the table, and said, "Have you thought about the serious consequences of this matter, if you really didn't do it, even if you were wronged, there is always room for it. "
He leaned forward and glanced out: "But once you do this, you will be considered as a fugitive before the matter is investigated."
I nodded.
He grinned, as if he felt that I didn't understand the meaning: "Boss Mao asked me to come, but he said that I should try my best to save your life. If you really do this, you may even lose your life. "
I smiled and said, "You don't need to scare me. I'm at least a member of the special operations team. I understand the consequences. It's not as serious as you said."
"But it's definitely not as easy as you imagined!" He said: "Also, even if everything is arranged later, how are you going to leave?"
I sighed and said, "Is there any smoke?"
The lawyer nodded and took out a cigarette: "Why do you want to smoke one?"
"What are you doing! Smoking is not allowed here, put it away."
I looked at the people and lawyers outside, pressed myself forward, and said, "Light it up."
"What?" The lawyer looked at me.
"Light it up!" I said.
At this time, people outside were already unlocking the lock.
The lawyer looked at me, and finally made up his mind to light the cigarette.
Someone rushed in.
And this cigarette also fell on the table.
The visitor grabbed the lawyer aside and grabbed the cigarette on the table. Although I was handcuffed, it didn't particularly affect my movements. I snatched the cigarette in my hand, and without thinking about it, I threw the cigarette into my mouth.
In an instant, the heat from the cigarette butt exploded on my tongue, and I could feel several blisters in my mouth. I want to open my mouth to spit out the cigarette butt, but I understand that if I do this, then there is no way to implement what I want to do next.
I tightly covered my mouth with my hand, so that my instinct could not expel the cigarette. I tried my best to crush the cigarette butt with my tongue. After confirming that it was no longer burning, I made a sudden force and swallowed the cigarette butt directly into my stomach. Then, I let go of my hand and kept struggling on the chair.
The man had obviously never seen such a situation before, and he was at a loss as to what to do, and shouted: "You swallowed a cigarette, someone swallowed a cigarette."
The violent struggling and shouting alarmed many people outside. An older man came over, saw me rolling all over the floor, and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"He swallowed the cigarette down his stomach."
"What? Burning?"
"Yeah! Throw it into your mouth and swallow it right away. From the looks of it, it must have been burned."
The older one reached out and took out a flashlight, and said, "You two control him, I've seen this kind of person a lot. He hides the cigarette under his tongue and pretends to be in pain, but it's really nothing. "
The two looked at each other and pushed me to the ground.
So they uncuffed my handcuffs, grabbed my hands tightly, and tried to open my mouth.
I gritted my teeth and sucked violently, sucking out all the pus and blood in the wound that was just scalded. I only felt a big mouthful of blood in my mouth. Finally, I opened my mouth with my hands, and with all my strength, I spit out the blood in my mouth in one gulp.
This mouthful of blood was full of scalded tissue fluid, and he spat out a mouth full of fluid, and spat it straight into his face, blood slowly dripping down from his face.
He was angry and annoyed, and then said: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and send it to the hospital, this mouthful probably vomited half a catty of blood!"
While talking, the two quickly helped me up and ran outside with me.
I still pretended to be in great pain on the surface, but I was relieved in my heart. The good thing about my injury is that there is no way to check it from the outside. With their current medical level, there is no way to check the internal injury. They will definitely send me to the nearest hospital, and if I go to the nearest hospital, it's up to Sister Mao.
I was taken outside.
After a while, I was brought into the car.
But as soon as I got in the car, a person came over. This person was a member of team leader Li, and this person was Zhang Qinrui.
As a forensic doctor, Zhang Qinrui must be able to see something if he wants to examine my wound. He ran over and said, "What's going on, I heard that someone was injured? What's going on?"
Zhang Qinrui got into the car, and the car had already started.
I know that if Zhang Qinrui sees my wound, he will be vigilant. Thinking of this, I immediately blocked my mouth with my hands, pretending to be in great pain.
"Why are you?" Zhang Qinrui asked, "What's wrong?"
Of course I couldn't speak.
Someone replied: "Swallowed a burning cigarette into my stomach. I saw it just now. There were blisters in my mouth and throat, and I vomited blood all over the ground."
Of course he wouldn't see the blisters in my throat because I couldn't swallow them until I crushed them with my tongue. But this person was in a panic, he didn't see clearly, and he didn't feel that what he said was not rigorous.
Thinking of this, I immediately sucked another mouthful of the wound, only to feel that my mouth was filled with blood again. Although the injury is not very serious, but I do feel pain. This reminds me of a scientific study. In fact, it is impossible for a person to subjectively bite off his tongue, because no one can bear the pain level.
This time I didn't spit out all the blood all at once, but slowly flowed out from between my fingers.
The car went faster.