Although people do not have a good view of the police, the murder of the police still made many citizens hearing the trial stand up in shock, and even two members of the jury stood up. They looked at Du Lin sitting in the dock and the "backbones" beside him in disbelief. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears. These handsome little guys who could be regarded as teenagers actually dared to do this. Murder the police
People are shocked because the police represent the deterrence and authority of the empire among the people, even if there are many scum among the police. This kind of behavior simply provokes the authority of the empire and breaks people's fear and mystery of the empire and the ruling class.
The sleepy judge also straightened his sitting posture again, his sharp eyes like an eagle constantly scanning back and forth on the faces of Dulin and Dufo.
At this time, Mr. Three Thousand Dollars suddenly stood up. He reacted quickly. Although he was also shocked by this accusation that was not in the file at all, he quickly recovered from the shock. He raised his hand, Shouting loudly, "Mr. Judge, I object to the district attorney's accusation against Mr. Dulin. This is shameless slander and slander! Moreover, this accusation is not in the file of this case and should not be tried together with this case!"
Your Honor shook his head, "I think that in the process of accusing Dulin of organizing a criminal group and committing crimes, any newly added evidence, witnesses and accusations should be viewed as a whole. Your objection is invalid, prosecutor you You can continue."
The prosecutor smiled proudly, but then quickly suppressed it. He grabbed his sword collar and walked to the witness stand with a very arrogant look, and asked: "Do you know Mr. Dulin? If you do, please point out who Mr. Dulin is."
The tramp had dressed up carefully for today's appearance. It could be seen that the brand new suit he was wearing had not been worn on him for more than six hours after it was taken off the shopping rack of the store. The washed hair grew naturally, covering most of his appearance. He pressed the hair that was covering his face over his ears and looked at the dock with some embarrassment. After looking at it for a while, he shook his head and said, "I don't know Mr. Dulin. I don't know if he is here today."
The prosecutor nodded with satisfaction. Witnesses will swear to God before the trial and declare that they are willing to bear all the consequences of perjury. Such testimony has a certain degree of credibility. He looked at the judge and stated: "The witness does not know Mr. Dulin, so there is no conflict of interest between the witness and Mr. Dulin." The judge also nodded, and the prosecutor continued to ask: "Then can you Tell everything you saw that night exactly."
The homeless man’s narrative is very simple. The daily itinerary of a homeless man like him who lives on the streets is almost the same. They get three meals a day from garbage dumps, and their main job is to earn their own living expenses through begging - most of the time they spend their property on getting drunk and finding cheap skilled women. That night, Mr. Tramp had just woken up from being drunk and had to urinate. After urinating behind the trash can slightly inside the alley, he lay down on the trash can with some discomfort.
The health problems of homeless people have always been serious. Irregular diet and contaminated food are the main reasons for their physical discomfort.
In the haziness, he saw two trucks passing by outside the alley. As a homeless person who has lived in this area for a long time, he knew very well that late-night transportation was often related to smuggling. He was curious to see whose business it was and what they were smuggling. He didn't dare to really go out. Even if a homeless man like him died in an alley, no one would seek justice for him, so he huddled in the shadow of the alley.
The aroma of wine coming from the tip of his nose made him faintly excited. What made him even more excited was the appearance of two patrolmen, who were hiding in the shadows of the alley. Sometimes the patrol police and these smugglers would have some minor conflicts. These minor conflicts came from the issue of the amount of "comfort money". Maybe when they were arguing, he could steal a box of wine. His desire for alcohol made him bravely overcome his inner timidity, and then he watched helplessly as a policeman got into the truck and never got off, while another policeman was also sent to the truck with the help of several people. truck.
After the truck left, he held his breath and walked out of the alley, walked to where the policeman was standing, then squatted down and dipped his finger into a little red liquid on the ground.
It was thick, delicate, and had a slight sticking feeling. His pupils dilated instantly. He knew it was blood. He often made some wounds for various reasons, so he was sure it was blood.
Two policemen were killed by that gang!
The homeless man who figured this out ran wildly through the alley, wearing almost all his belongings worth about two yuan on his body, and ran like crazy in the opposite direction of the truck. While escaping, he accidentally bumped into someone.
Dufo.
He also knew the big man who got out of the truck, Graf.
The simple narration makes the story not too legendary, but precisely because of this straightforward narration without any modification, it increases the authenticity and makes it even more shocking.
The prosecutor nodded with satisfaction, and then passed a document to the judge and Mr. Three Thousand Dollars. He raised the document in his hand and said: "This document records three things. The first thing is It is a file record of the Turnell Regional Police Station, which records that two police officers on night patrol were missing that night. The second thing was a police report from the police officers’ family. The content was basically the same. The man at home disappeared after a night shift. There is also a reply from the police department. The third thing is that we found two metal police numbers in the 'lost object center' of the garbage disposal station, which can prove to be the police numbers of the two missing police officers."
"Based on the above evidence and witness testimony, I believe that the criminal group headed by Dulin encountered night patrol police during the smuggling process. After their evil deeds were discovered, they hurriedly killed people and silenced them, and disposed of the corpses and the contents on the corpses. Personal belongings, my speech is over, thank you!”
Although Mr. Three Thousand Dollars' face was ugly, he did not show a look of despair. He turned around and exchanged a few words with Du Lin and Du Fu in a low voice, wrote and drew on the paper, and then stood up. He walked to the witness box and started the trial with the judge's permission, "This... Mr. Tramp, you said that when you were escaping from the scene of the crime, you met one of my clients, Mr. Dufo. ?"
The homeless man nodded in agreement, "I met him!"
Mr. Three Thousand Dollars continued to ask, "You just swore to God and were willing to bear the consequences of all perjury. Do you now confirm that everything you just said is true and that you have not deleted or modified your testimony under the guidance of others?" ?”
When the prosecutor heard this sentence, he already realized that there might be a problem with the homeless man's testimony. He raised his hands and shouted his objection, but the judge rejected his request, "The questions raised by the defendant's lawyer are completely consistent with this trial. According to the rules, the objection is invalid and the defendant’s lawyer can continue to ask questions.”
The homeless man wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead and spoke to confirm the reliability and authenticity of his testimony. After nodding to the judge, Mr. Three Thousand Dollars left the witness box, faced the jury, pointed at the homeless man and said loudly, "He lies!"
The twists and turns of the trial made the citizens who came to the trial feel unprecedented excitement. Everyone exclaimed as they became involved again, and the faces of the jury members also showed a trace of doubt. Mr. Three Thousand Dollars was very satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene and the doubts of the jury members. If these people were indifferent, it meant that they were convinced that the new accusation was established, and then the next plan was to reduce Dulin and this matter as much as possible. association.
But their doubts and uncertainties can be implemented according to the original plan, which is to clear Dulin and his hometown association as much as possible.
The homeless man also panicked. He really didn't know where he had lied. He just told others that he saw two policemen being killed once when he was drunk. Then he was caught in a small room and kept telling others that he had lied. Narrating the process he saw at the time of the crime, asking constant questions, repeated memories, and inductive questions, he didn't even know if he had remembered something wrong or forgotten.
A tramp is a tramp after all. His psychological quality is far from being able to remain calm in such an occasion. His brief panic was seen by the citizens, the jury and the judge. It was almost straightforward and simple at first. Witnesses and testimonies and evidence became confusing once again.
"Yes, he lied!" The first sentence shocks people's nerves by shouting, while the second sentence uses an affirmative and deep tone to strengthen the point of view that he imposes on people. Three Thousand Yuan pointed at the homeless man, strode to the witness stand, and asked, "You said you left quickly after hitting my client Dufo, so what happened between you during this process?" What happened?"
The tramp's scalp went numb, and he recalled with some anxiety. The whole court was silent, waiting for the tramp's answer.
The prosecutor clenched his fists tightly. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the homeless man and Mr. Three Thousand Dollars, and the right corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably a few times. The air became more and more serious, and Mr. Tramp became more and more nervous. He tore off the tie and collar that others had tied for him. Sweat beads rolled down his forehead, and he could hardly breathe!
"You swear to God, and you guarantee to the laws of the empire that everything you say is true. Now you loudly tell your honor, tell the jury and all the trial personnel, until you leave after your 'collision' with Dufo. What else happened?”
(End of chapter)