"Do I need to apply to see a witness?"
On the last day before the trial, Gu Yan asked.
For many lawyers, such questioning is redundant. Because before the trial, as long as time permits and conditions permit, they will definitely find a way to see a witness. Through some skillful conversations and chats, confirm which information the other party knows is harmless to the parties and which is not conducive to defense.
That way, when they go to court to cross-examine witnesses, they'll know which questions to ask and which ones are best left alone.
There was a saying in the industry that when the prosecution or defense lawyers questioned a witness, they always knew in advance what the witness would answer. If a lawyer asks a question and the witness answers him unexpectedly, the lawyer must be less successful.
But Yan Suizhi often plays his cards out of line, and he may not do things that most people think are safe.
And Gu Yan knew his style well, so he had to ask one more question.
Sure enough, Yan Suizhi shook his head, "You mean Zhao Zemu and Qiao and the others? No need."
In the court trial, Gu Yan certainly wouldn't interfere too much, but he still asked, "Are you sure?"
"Sure." Yan Suiyi said seriously, "I'm playing a qualified soft persimmon. In such a short period of time, the soft persimmon should be hitting the wall like a headless fly. How can I care about a witness."
"… "
For such nonsense, Gu Yan chose not to answer.
However, Yan Suizhi said no more, not really paying no attention to the witnesses. On the contrary, he had been looking at the existing case materials, witness testimony collected by the police, and several surveillance videos in the villa on Yaba Island throughout the whole day, except for the meeting time at the detention center.
The monitoring in the villa is mainly set in the corridor and the corner of the hall, and the doors of each guest room are within the monitoring range, so the time point of each guest entering and leaving the room during that time is very clear.
However, the surveillance outside the villa is not without dead ends. The biggest dead end is the outer wall of the victim's room, George Manson. The reason for the dead angle is speechless by coincidence - when George Manson was drinking by the windowsill that evening , accidentally damaged the surveillance camera there.
Yan Suizhi thought for a while, and it seemed that the time was just before and after he and Gu Yan left from the central villa on Yaba Island. At that time, Manson was still sitting on the windowsill with a glass of wine, and said a few mindless drunken words to him.
If I remember correctly, he did knock over something and lowered his head over there to clean it up.
Perhaps it was at that time that the most important surveillance camera was damaged. It can be said that fate really likes to joke.
When Yan Suizhi was doing the last day of grooming, Chen Zhang in the detention center was also negotiating with the correctional staff.
"Can I dial a communication?" Chen Zhang said.
The supervisor frowned.
"I know, according to the regulations, the whole process needs to be monitored." Chen Zhang said, "I know, it doesn't matter, you can monitor it, and it doesn't matter if you record. I just want to call my family again."
The court is due tomorrow, and it's unclear which path he's going to take, whether the lawsuit will lose or win, and what will happen to him...
He doesn't know any of this.
According to the regulations of the Third District Detention Center, he is not completely unable to communicate and contact anyone. It's just that the application procedures are very troublesome, and the general corrections are not willing to find trouble for themselves, and the general suspects are not willing to cause troubles to the corrections, so as not to be blacklisted by the corrections.
Chen Zhang looked at the discipline eagerly.
He was actually very lucky. Although the discipline assigned to him always had a smug face, he wasn't the kind of unreasonable viciousness. On the contrary, the tiger-faced discipline was even a little soft-hearted.
After Chen Zhang begged for a long time, the guard finally let go, nodded and said, "Forget it, okay, wait for me to fill out an application."
The application went through four levels, and finally returned to Tiger Face Discipline at night.
"Okay, tell me the communication number." Huyan disciplined, "I can only dial the number, you can't access the smartphone."
Chen Zhang was very grateful: "Okay, okay, no problem, I don't have contact, anything is fine, I just want to say a few words to my family."
Soon, under special monitoring, the communication of Ward 339 of Zhigeng Welfare Hospital was connected.
"Hello? Who is it?" A slightly old female voice sounded from the other end of the communication. The voice was slow and gentle. It was Chen Zhang's mother.
Although the sound quality of the voice recorder that Yan Suizhi brought before was clear, there was always a slight change. And the recording is not the same as the actual communication after all.
As soon as Chen Zhang heard this question, the words he had prepared suddenly choked in the bottom of his throat.
His nostrils twitched a few times, and there were clenched teeth in his tightly pursed lips.
After the person on the opposite side of the communication asked two questions, she seemed to hear the rapid breathing here. She suddenly realized something and asked tentatively, "Wen? Is that you?"
Chen Zhang rubbed his brows with his knuckles, took a long breath, cleared his throat and said, "Well, it's me."
It was just such a short sentence, and finally the tone changed uncontrollably.
The person on the communication side suddenly rejoiced, and seemed to say to the person next to her, "My son! The son is here to communicate! You can see that he was too busy before!"
It may be the nurses who always feel sorry for the elderly and are dissatisfied with Chen Zhang.
Before, Chen Zhang didn't dare to call the ward's communication for anything, so he went to those nurses, so he was blocked by them a lot, but Chen Zhang was not disgusted at all. They are all soft-hearted girls, so they can't bear to see a few patients being thrown into the hospital by his "unfilial son".
"Wen, have you been very busy recently?" Mother Chen asked rambled, "Did you eat on time? Are you not sick?"
Chen Zhang closed his eyes, listening to her concern after sentence after sentence, his eyes were already hot. He rubbed his eyelids with his fingers, as if trying to rub back the surging water vapor, but soon, his eyelashes became damp.
When he first saw the medical order, he was a little desperate. He is obviously still in his prime, but he will not be strong for long, only four or five years, only four or five years left...
When he is like his grandfather, father and sister, his waist and legs are withered and withered, and he is paralyzed and unable to move the bed, what should he do with this troubled family...
In those days, he thought and thought every moment, day and night, but couldn't think of a way.
Until I met the two people who came to the door.
In the interweaving of enticement and coercion, he was a little broken at one point, thinking that it was actually quite good. Even if the price paid is a bit high, but the price for him alone, he can change the family without any worries, which is quite cost-effective.
Really good deal.
This mentality continued to deepen, so that when all the evidence in George Manson's case pointed to him, he suddenly understood the true intentions of the two coercors. So he gave up his resistance directly and recorded a confession along with all the evidence.
At the most demonic time, he even refused to be pulled out of the quagmire.
Because once it is pulled out, his family's future protection will be gone, and he will fall into confusion and worry with unknown future, which is not worthwhile.
He once felt that he was very calm and rational, and even a little moved and admired himself. But only at this time, when he heard the old but gentle voice of the woman on the other end of the communicator again, did he realize that he couldn't do that at all.
He also wanted to listen to such concerned nagging, and also wanted to sneak into the hospital every week to see them, and they were pulling and pinching his arms, saying that he was a little fatter or thinner.
He wanted to listen to it for many more years.
There were several people over there, and he answered in a sleep-walking manner. All his attention was on the words of the family members on the opposite side, but he didn't know what he said.
Until his mother asked him, "Wen, when can I stop busy and let my mother see you?"
Chen Zhang opened his mouth...
With a trial due tomorrow, he's got himself into trouble, and the only one who can help him is a young intern who is said to be inexperienced, and the way forward is slim.
He didn't even know what his identity and situation would be after this hearing. So he can't answer.
The other side understood his hesitation, and immediately said: "It's okay, it's okay, ah. You don't have to come, you are busy with you, we are fine."
The application for the communication was not random, and it didn't take long for the time limit to come.
After the communication was cut off, Chen Zhang was stunned for a long time. He was extremely silent all night. He hoped that the trial would be delayed a little bit, and then it would be better never to come.
Even though he had prayed countless times, the George Manson trial came as scheduled.
At 9:30 this morning, Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan arrived at the door of the third district criminal court, skillfully took out a series of things such as optical brains, smart phones, electronic pens, folders, etc., and went through the security check in turn.
This time, because of the application of the victim Manson's family, in addition to the family members of the plaintiff and the witnesses, no one who has nothing to do with the case can come to watch. Therefore, there were no students or other citizens gathered outside Court No. 1 on this day, which seemed deadly.
Because they were asked to keep secrets, they had to go through a second security check before entering the court this time, which is to put it bluntly.
The court assistant in front nodded to Yan Suizhi, "Who are you? Please verify your identity."
Yan Suizhi handed over the ID card and said, "Defense lawyer."
The trial assistant looked at Gu Yan behind him again, "Are you two together?"
"Yes, I remember that defense attorneys can have two escorts."
The trial assistant pointed at Gu Yan, "That's right, so he is?"
"my teacher."
Yan Suizhi glanced at Gu Yan and introduced it with a smile. He speaks very fluently, and there is no psychological barrier at all. The trial assistant didn't see any clues, only Gu Yan could hear the joking element in his voice.
The two pushed open the heavy door and walked in.
Although the court hearing was kept secret from the outside world, it did not mean that there were not many people in the courtroom. On the contrary, there were not many people sitting in the auditorium, and some of them had a lot of background at first glance, and they were extremely oppressive from their pomp and temperament.
If the two of Bench and Hersey were there, they must be recognized at a glance, after all, they often appear in some website reports.
The man sitting in the corner wearing an expensive shirt with his arms folded, has short gray hair and light blue eyes, and the muscles in his arms make him strong, stern, and sharp. Although his facial features are not very similar to George Manson, he is indeed George's much older brother Brewer Manson, a very important character in the Manson family.
Beside him, there were several bodyguards sitting, surrounding him in the middle, quite a bit like the stars and the moon.
From the moment Yan Suizhi entered the door, Brewer Manson's eyes slid over, with a hint of scrutiny. If he was a timid person, his legs would go weak if he looked at him twice.
Yan Suizhi passed by the aisle beside him, walked to the front row, and put down his brain.
Gu Yan stood in the row behind him, not in a hurry to sit down, but said in a voice that only he could hear: "Bruel Manson is here, he is an extremely sensitive and suspicious person, you will come later Hold it up."
Yan Suizhi smiled knowingly, "Of course I know. I'm just acting as an intern, just reach out and come—"
He said, his identity changed in a second, and under the stare of Brewer Manson, he patted Gu Yan's heart in a pretentious manner, and his voice was neither loud nor low: "What should I do, teacher, the court is about to start, so nervous , say something nice to comfort me?"
Gu Yan: "..."
Why don't you go to drama school