Jim Cumming was stiff, cold from the scalp to the soles of his feet.
He was like a goose strangled by his neck, with his mouth open, panting, but he couldn't say a word for a long time. Even the hair that had been scratched with the wax was pulled down, giving it an inferior greasy sheen.
The prosecution lawyer Lu, who was sitting in the seat, also had a blank face, stared at Gu Yan for a while, and then turned his eyes to the witness seat.
He suddenly regretted that he had not checked all the details with the witnesses beforehand. Or to put it another way, when he contacted the witnesses before the trial, he explained so many precautions, big and small, why didn't he think of this.
The dead silence of the entire court lasted about four or five seconds, and it was boiling.
The people in the gallery finally came to their senses, watching the witness box begin to discuss, and the voice penetrated into Jim Cumming's ears pervasively, but could not hear the complete words.
His face was flushed, and his cheeks were even a little purple from years of excessive drinking.
"I..." He opened his mouth and glanced around, apparently unable to stand up, "but... I..."
Gu Yan waited for a while without waiting for more explanation. He didn't seem surprised by this situation, he just threw the paper page back on the table, and the electronic page returned to its original position instantly.
"Unfortunately, I have not been able to hear a reasonable explanation. So, may I doubt your motives?"
He said it very calmly.
In fact, he acted very calmly throughout the debate, without impassioned, without deliberately raising or lowering the tone, without any incendiary tone. From the beginning to the end, he had a cold look, which matched his slightly cold tone very well.
Jim Cumming's motives can be analyzed in various ways, any of which is enough to make the man completely collapse on the witness stand.
But there is no need to waste the tongue.
As someone once said - for a jury or other inclined person, giving a lead to their own conclusion works better than any other way.
People in the gallery have already made various speculations, such as Jim Cumming is the murderer, and this perjury is to cover up the truth of his murder and to blame others for the crime.
Another example is an alcoholic who has been drunk all year round. No one looks down on him, and always thinks that he is full of boasting and drunken talk. Finally, one day, his words suddenly had a sense of existence, and they were so important that they could even determine a person's life. When he stood on the witness stand, everyone would calm down, set their eyes on him, and listen carefully to everything he said. Character. This salty fish-like difference is enough to make him vanity and satisfaction.
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The jury will have the same thoughts that the onlookers will have.
The prosecution lawyer Lu couldn't help turning his head to look at the jury on the high seat. The ladies and gentlemen were also talking briefly with their faces turned serious or disgusted.
Lu turned around silently again, only to feel that the trial had suddenly smeared "to be finished" in capital letters on his head.
Jim Cumming fell from heaven to hell in the eyes of countless or suspicious or contemptuous eyes. This experience of jumping from a building made him unstoppable, dizzy and almost unable to stand.
It just so happened that Judge Murray Liu slammed the gavel and said solemnly, "Silence!"
The gavel fell, and Jim Cumming on the witness stand shuddered, and rolled his eyes on the spot.
Generally speaking, in courts in the De Camana area, there are huge flaws in the testimony of such important witnesses, and the defense represented by Gu Yan will propose a direct ruling, which will be accepted in all likelihood, and a more ideal one will be obtained. Effect.
However, Judge Murray Liu's butt was still crooked, so the motion for ruling was denied.
He just asked the bailiff to take Jim Cumming out for follow-up questioning, and the trial continued unaffected.
When the old guy struck the gavel, Yan Suizhi, who was sitting behind Gu Yan, started to write again unwillingly.
The former dean of Tangtang Law School, a former first-level lawyer, drew a turtle on the page with his legs crossed and his eyebrows raised...
The brush strokes are abstract and uninhibited.
The one who suffered the most was Joshua Daller in the dock.
He felt like a pheasant cub being carried by his neck. Ten minutes ago, he was pressed on a chopping board and gestured with a kitchen knife to chop off his head. Seeing that he was about to die, he was rescued by another person with a knife and escaped from death.
However, as soon as he got off the ground, he ran a few steps with his claws in hand, and was caught again before he could catch his breath.
Once again, he put his head on the chopping block reluctantly, feeling that life was a fucking dick. If he didn't let him go, then he basically had no hope.
This time, he felt that he was in prison from the neck down, and the rest of his head was still struggling.
Gu Yan, like Yan Suizhi, was mentally prepared for this situation.
After the direct ruling is rejected, the trial will enter the stage of the defense. Gu Yan stood still on the defense table, stretched out his hand and wiped the playback control button, and the huge holographic screen in the courtroom instantly switched the content, showing the on-site footprint identification record form submitted by the police trace inspection department.
After the application, the trace inspector stood on the witness seat and answered the questions raised by Gu Yan.
"Inspector Chen?"
"Yes."
"This footprint identification record form was submitted by you?"
Chen nodded: "Yes."
"The content is very clear." Gu Yan said, "But in order to avoid unnecessary problems, I still need to confirm some details with you."
"Ok, no problem."
"On page 2, row 3 of the record sheet, the shoe print is 27.5 cm long, 14.5 cm long, 9.3 cm wide, 6.3 cm long and 6 cm wide, and 6.6 cm long and 6 cm wide. According to the aforementioned wear conditions and other sites The trace is estimated to be about 1.5 cm thick."
Gu Yan used the control light to draw a line on the holographic screen so that everyone could find the sentence.
"Is there any error in this part of the data?"
Chen shook his head, "No, the footprint information provided to the trace inspection department is very clear, and there will be no errors. The only thing that may be wrong is the thickness of the heel."
"What is the error value?"
"Float up and down by 0.05 cm." Chen said, and added, "This error value is not enough to affect the analysis results of shoe prints, it is too small."
Gu Yan: "Are you sure there is only this error?"
"Very certain."
Gu Yan nodded.
Prosecutor's lawyer Lu: "..."
For some reason, Gu Yan nodded, and he began to panic inexplicably. Generally speaking, when the footprints are singled out, most of the inquiries will focus on the height of the suspect judged based on the footprints.
If you really ask this, Lu has nothing to worry about, because there is a margin of error in height, whether the jury or the judge already knows this, so making a fuss about it in court will not produce What kind of impact, it is difficult to shake people.
As a result, the defense lawyer actually only asked about the heel
What the hell is this
Gu Yan calmly wiped the playback controller again. This time, the holographic screen finally showed the new evidence he and Yan Suizhi had collected over the past few days. He picked the first one among the many surveillance videos, that is, the video of the lamb chop shop, and directly pulled the progress bar to the position of 7:55 pm on the 23rd.
The entire courtroom looked up, watching as the video showed the top of a person's head in the window of Kitty Bell's house, obscured by water vapor.
Gu Yan pressed pause, and then implanted the video directly into the three-dimensional map of the old city.
He turned the map into cross-section mode, and along the way, the red dots in the lamb chop shop represented the location of the cameras, and the red dots at Kitty Bell's house represented the top of the suspect's head at the time of the crime.
"Thank you for modern technology." Gu Yan still had a calm expression on his face, "All distances are marked on the map, Mark Inspector, I think you can calculate exactly how tall this suspect needs to be based on the data on the map. Only under the premise of being blocked by these obstacles, this part of the hair is exposed."
In fact, there is no need for manual calculation at all. In the map interface, as long as you select that point and tap the button, the value will be automatically obtained.
Chen subconsciously reached out and touched the playback control button on the witness stand. The red dot representing the suspect jumped on the screen, and there was an additional value next to it: "182.3 cm, the error value fluctuates by 0.2 cm."
Gu Yan lowered his eyes and picked out Joshua Dalle's identity information and the registration information of the detention center.
"My client, Joshua Dalle, has a net height of 176 centimeters. This is the measured value of the detention center." Gu Yan shook the imitation paper, and said coolly: "Even if you add the heel height inferred from the footprint identification table, it is still not enough. Nowhere near 182.3 centimeters."
"Excuse me, is the detention center's data falsified, or is the footprint identification table falsified?"
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What more can he say? He couldn't say anything, and everything he could think of, such as errors, was blocked by Gu Yan in the previous inquiry.
The whole place fell silent again.
Five seconds later, a louder uproar broke out than before.
Joshua, who was covered by the cramped glass, was suffocated for two seconds, then sat up straight and looked at Gu Yan blankly, unable to believe what he heard.
He wandered in this daze for a long time. When his heart found where he was, and his five senses finally returned to his senses, the judge had already struck the gavel with a sullen face and had to ask the jury to give a verdict under the impetus of facts and pressure.
"So, ladies and gentlemen, do you have an answer?"
Murray Liu looked at the jury and asked this sentence in a deep voice.
The eyes of the audience fell on the high jury bench. Joshua felt that his whole body was frozen. He had never been so nervous in his life, and his whole life had to be weighed on this answer.
The jury leader nodded in silence, "Yes, we have a decision."
Murray Liu: "Guilty or not?"
While holding his breath, the calm voice of the head of the regiment sounded in the court, enough for everyone in the court to hear—
"Not guilty."
Released in court.