Wang Xian's questioning continued.
"Mr. Lu, are you and the other victim in this case a junior high school classmate?"
"Yes."
"In the past ten years, as far as I know, you have not had very close contacts."
"We just met again last winter."
Wang showed a puzzled expression: "You have not been in touch for more than ten years. It is really rare to come out for such an old classmate who is not even a friend. Can you tell me what motivated you to talk to me that night? Did your client go to St. Eden and very presciently set up his cell phone to take the video evidence you submitted?"
Meng Xuanjun did a good job, the opposing lawyer really made a fuss about my relationship with Mo Qiu and my credibility.
I smiled, and didn't rush to defend myself: "It can be seen that you don't have many friends."
The auditorium and the jury laughed lightly, Wang Xian's face changed slightly, and displeasure of being offended rose in his eyes. If it weren't for the court, I really want to add that he looks more like being poked and hurt by me.
"When I was in junior high school, Mo Qiu was a pairing partner arranged by the teacher. I was responsible for tutoring his homework and protecting him from being bullied by his classmates. He is willing to help others." I looked at Mo Qiu who was sitting on the side table, and found that his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry again, and I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Mo Qiu is a very introverted and sensitive person. I also persuaded him at the beginning. Call the police, but he has always cared about what others think of him because of the bullying in his student days, so I want to use my own method to solve this matter for him.”
Wang Xian seemed to be waiting for me here. I saw his lips move slightly, and immediately went ahead of him and said, "Of course, this method is not wise. It caused me to encounter terrible violence. It is always the right time to call the police." The first choice, I believe that the law will give us justice in the end." I looked like a jury, trying to make my voice as full and emotional as possible, "No matter what kind of people we were before, whether we liked men or women, what kind of sexual fetishes we had, and How many people have been slept with is not an excuse for someone to commit violence."
Several young women on the jury couldn't help nodding their heads in agreement, which made Wang Xian's face even more ugly. Obviously, my speech was beyond his expectation and interrupted his rhythm.
However, he can become a trump card, and his adaptability is naturally superb. He quickly told the jury that Luo Zhengyun has always had a good reputation in the industry, and he has never had any negative rumors such as violent temper. He tried to portray an innocent and wronged gentleman in front of the jury. image.
In the ensuing trial, the prosecution and the defense came and went, and the battle was stalemate. Meng Xuanjun presented more evidence to prove the physical and mental harm Luo Zhengyun caused to Mo Qiu, including Mo Qiu's closed blog diary.
The span started from dating Luo Zhengyun and ended on the day he tried to commit suicide.
"For two months, he has endured Luo Zhengyun's violence for more than ten times, but he can only record these in the network log that no one can find out, only he knows." She read out a paragraph casually, "I'm really scared, he suddenly became unknown to me. What should I do? No one can help me, I seem to be rotting and withering, I am in so much pain, how can I get rid of him?"
Luo Zhengyun showed no guilt at all, the old god was sitting in the dock, and even fiddled with his fingers leisurely, admiring his well-maintained nails.
Meng Xuanjun held up a document: "I still have a psychological expert's evaluation, which confirms that Mo Qiu suffers from moderate depression and needs long-term psychological treatment."
At this time, someone stood up in the last row of the auditorium and walked out through the crowd. I took a look and found that it was the lady in the black dress. With her head bowed, her long hair covering her face, she left the courtroom quickly.
The trial lasted for more than two hours. After the end, just like last time, Luo Zhengyun was surrounded by swarms of media as soon as he walked out of the court.
The next trial will be held in five days. Meng Xuanjun is not too worried about this, saying that the battle has just begun, and we have a great chance of winning.
I always feel that the "win" in her mouth is not quite the same as what I understand. As long as Luo Zhengyun is found guilty by the jury, the prosecutor has fulfilled his mission, but if Luo Zhengyun is only sentenced to a mild probation plus community service, in my opinion, this battle is not a good one.
Even though I got involved in the beginning, it wasn't for any justice, but just to compete with Sheng Minou, but it's come to this point, if Luo Zhengyun can't get the punishment he deserves in the end...then I'm too aggrieved.
"Let's go, eat hot pot, and get rid of the smell of human scum." Yi Dazhuang stepped forward and hooked my shoulders, beckoning Mo Qiu to walk outside the court.
Me: "Human scum?"
"If you stay under the same roof as Luo Zhengyun for a long time, you'll get the smell." Yi Dazhuang explained, "I've asked Third Brother and Xiaoshi to take up the seats first, so let's go directly."
Mo Qiu seemed a little cramped. He was originally not sociable, so asking him to eat with a group of unfamiliar people was really embarrassing for him. And to be honest, I'm not very talkative with him, and I asked him to eat, but in the end he was left out in the cold, so it's better not to call him at the beginning.
So I said to Mo Qiu, if he doesn't want to go, don't go, go home early and rest.
Mo Qiu was instantly pardoned, but he still politely said with a small expression on his face: "Holding, sorry, I feel a little tired today, next time, I will go with you next time."
He said goodbye to us, turned around to go, and took a step when he suddenly froze and retracted his feet.
I followed his gaze and saw Sheng Minou and Wu Yi walking out of the court.
It might be a bit stuffy in the courtroom, Sheng Minou took off his coat and put it between his arms, revealing a neat gray-blue shirt underneath. From top to bottom, fasten every button, except for the head, neck and hands, no inch of skin is exposed.
Wu Yi saw me and waved to me as a greeting. Sheng Minou ignored him, and walked straight forward without looking sideways, without even looking this way.
"Do you want to call your brother together?" Yi Dazhuang shook my shoulder.
I looked at him like an alien: "Are you crazy?"
If I invite him to dinner now, there is a 90% chance that he will let me go straight away. And it's really hard for me to imagine Sheng Minou in a suit and leather shoes sitting in the lobby eating hot pot in abstinence.
I can't even imagine how he messed with me.
If I can't see it with my own eyes, that kind of picture is beyond the reach of my poor imagination.
Yi Dazhuang rubbed his nose and said with a sneer, "Then I'll go and have a word with your brother, you wait for me here." After speaking, he chased Sheng Minou without waiting for my reaction.
I saw Yi Dazhuang with a flattering face from afar, pulling out his phone as if he was asking Sheng Minou for his contact information, but Sheng Minou didn't show his face, turned his head and said something to Wu Yi behind him, and the other party quickly took out a business card from his pocket Handed it to Yi Dazhuang.
Yi Dazhuang took it with a smile on his face, nodded to Sheng Minou again and again, and watched him leave.
"What are you doing?" Yi Dazhuang ran back with a grin, and I teased, "Wu Yi is still my brother?"
"How can I. I just want to ask your brother for some professional opinions on the case. Tabloid reporters can't afford to be hurt, and it's not easy to make a living." He sighed, not without distress, "I'm a person in the entertainment industry, who It’s so hard to imagine that one day I’ll be writing about criminal cases.”
Every case that shocks the world will inevitably attract the attention of various media during the trial process and rush to report. And in order to attract more attention, the media reporters also showed their special abilities, each relying on their own abilities.
It is a routine operation to stay on the front line and pay attention to the development of the case. It is a bonus to add professional analysis when writing a press release.
Yi Dazhuang and his company are also not popular gossip tabloids. The follow-up reports are just to keep pace with the times, to get a share of hot events and to catch the heat. The manuscripts they wrote before are also nonsense. A group of Luo Zhengyun's fans stomped on him, and passers-by didn't even bother to help them.
However, his latest report not only perfectly clarified the timeline, restored the confrontation between the prosecution and the defense in the two court trials, but even included Luo Zhengyun's pencil draft color insert with arrogance sitting in the defendant's seat, which can be said to be the same as before. The third-rate writing style is very different.
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Because of its detailedness, even though Luo Zhengyunfang kept withdrawing the popularity, its retweeting volume was still increasing steadily.
"A lawyer pointed out that the emergence of a new victim may not bring much favorable influence to the prosecution, but will weaken the jury's credibility with the victim and bring new ideas to the defense. Tsk, this lawyer's analysis Why does it look so familiar..." I sat in front of the computer, smoking a cigarette while sliding the mouse to continue scrolling down.
Unlike other reports that only focus on introducing the prosecutors, lawyers, and judges of the case, Yi Dazhuang's article is more like for passers-by who don't know much about the entertainment industry. The following is a detailed analysis of Luo Zhengyun's background, growth, and career history .
Luo Zhengyun was born in a noble family, his grandparents were in business, and his mother and uncle were both diplomats. He entered the entertainment industry for five years and it has been smooth sailing. Apart from his good looks and acting skills, it has nothing to do with his family background. Even if he was convicted, at worst he would quit the entertainment industry, he could still go back to inherit the family business and continue to do evil as a noble son.
No wonder Sheng Minou said that I must lose.
The little bit of justice bought at a huge price might not even be worthy of leaving a pale mark on Luo Zhengyun's fingernails.
For the third court session, Sheng Minou still sat in his seat, and so did Yi Dazhuang, but Wu Yi didn't come. I scanned the back row and found that the lady in the black dress who was listening in the previous two times was also absent this time.
Because Wang Xian questioned my credibility last time, Meng Xuanjun had no choice but to fight back, and invited the correctional and prison guards in the cell where I was serving my sentence in Qingwan No. 1 Prison to testify for me.
I thought that on the day I was released from prison, Lao Huang and I would say goodbye and never see each other again. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, within a year, we saw each other again, and we were still in such an embarrassing place in the courtroom.
"Do you think Lu Feng is an honest person?"
"Yes."
"Can you tell me what you think of him?"
Old Huang shrugged: "He is very soft-hearted, but he never admits it, and he doesn't admit that he is warm-hearted, but everyone knows that the children in Room 67 are different from the other criminals who committed crimes."
I was sitting in the prosecution's seat, and my face was slightly burned by what he said, and I was a little flattered. I knew that Lao Huang liked me quite a bit, but I didn't know that he had such a high opinion of me.
Meng Xuanjun said: "Lu Feng never hides his true thoughts at any time and on any occasion, which is in line with his honest character. He is not a person who will lie at will to achieve a certain purpose. I hope the jury can take this into consideration. There are differences between public figures' external and private personalities, and there is no prejudice against special groups of people. Accept his testimony, thank you."
When it was Wang Xian's turn to question Lao Huang, he stood up and straightened his clothes.
"How long have you been a prison guard?"
"More than twenty years."
"Who is in charge of Lu Feng?"
"Eight years, since he was eighteen."
"Then you must have a deep affection for him, almost watching him grow up."
"Fortunately, we can distinguish between public and private."
From the shallow to the deep, Wang Xian revealed his sharp minions little by little.
"Has he been in solitary confinement while serving his sentence?"
Lao Huang thought for a while and said, "Closed."
Wang Xian looked like a shark smelling blood, and his expression immediately became excited. A man of his size would never miss any opportunity.
"Only prisoners who have made mistakes will be locked up, right?"
Lao Huang obviously didn't want to answer this question, but the judge began to urge him: "Witness, you must answer."
He had no choice but to nod his head and said, "Yes."
Wang showed a smug smile. Obviously, the situation was tilting in the defendant's favor, but he did not stop asking.
"What is the cause?"
It seemed to him that if he let the jury know the reason for my solitary confinement, no matter how small the rage might escalate, he would be able to completely beat me down as an immoral, unrepentant villain.
Lao Huang crossed his fingers on the table, and said clearly to the microphone with some helplessness: "In order to stop the five prisoners—
To a child's concubine. The child was only eighteen years old at the time, and he was a new prisoner. I don't blame Lu Feng for this, but... rules are rules, and they were all put in confinement in the end. "
"Wow." Meng Xuanjun gloated from the side with a very low volume, "Good question."
I went to see Sheng Minou in the auditorium. He raised his chin slightly, crossed his arms and crossed his chest, his eyes were full of doubt and disgust. It was as if in a smooth and beautiful symphony, a discordant note appeared inexplicably, causing the entire performance to be ruined.
Wang Xian obviously also realized that he shouldn't have asked the last question, but it was hard to get over it. Now that he had asked it, he could only drink the bitter fruit with a dark face and end the cross-examination.
After the trial ended that day, Luo Zhengyun wearing a mask and Heichao hurried out, Yi Dazhuang chased after him to take pictures, Mo Qiu and I deliberately waited for a while before leaving the courtroom, just to distance ourselves from Luo Zhengyun.
The next court trial will also be final, and the guilt or innocence will be revealed at that time.
Seeing Sheng Minou walking slowly at the end, I talked to Mo Qiu and ran towards him.
I know Sheng Minou doesn't want to see me, but I just can't help but flirt, watching him frown for me seems to be a unique pleasure.
I may have been a spinning top in my previous life, and I lacked pumping.
"Lawyer Sheng, after today's trial, will you change your prediction?" I seemed to be holding a transparent microphone and handed it to him.
Sheng Minou may be more and more convinced that there is something wrong with me, he gave me a sideways glance, and walked down the steps in big strides without stopping at all.
And at this moment, several screams suddenly erupted at the gate of the court.
I followed the prestige and found that a large number of people began to flee in panic. I had some bad premonition in my heart, and I couldn't help walking down the steps.
Among the fleeing crowd, I saw Yi Dazhuang scrambling up and running up, and I didn't have time to think about it so I went to help him.
There was a faint roar from the bailiff in front of him: "Drop your weapon!"
"Did you hear that, put down your weapon!"
After yelling like this several times, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded, deeply saddened.
"Son, mother is here to find you!"
Immediately after three gunshots, I quickly lowered my body and subconsciously looked at the source of the sound.
Through the gaps in the crowd, a black skirt fell to the ground, and the bloody dagger fell along with it. Not far away, Luo Zhengyun collapsed in a pool of blood, a large piece of bright red blood stained his chest, his face was like gold paper, and he didn't respond to the surrounding calls at all.
Wang Xian, who was closest to him, was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, unable to stand up for a while.
"Scared me to death!" Yi Dazhuang crawled up to me with a pale face, turned his head and saw this scene, his voice was trembling, "A woman from nowhere rushed forward and stabbed Luo Zhengyun five or six times Knife, knife kills, let him return his son... oh my god, it's so bloody, I'm going to throw up..."
I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, but my heart was a little confused for no reason.
Lying on the steps, staring at the woman in the black dress who had been shot several times and died, my mind began to recall the scene I saw in the last trial for some reason.
Was she talking to Seung Min-ou before I got to the smoking point
But... so what
Maybe they are just borrowing fire from Sheng Minou. It has nothing to do with what happened today. I shouldn't think so divergently. I don't even know what I want to do.
I subconsciously looked back at the long steps behind me.
The towering court building cast a gray shadow on the steps. Everyone else was in a panic, but Sheng Minou lowered his eyes and watched everything that happened here condescendingly, calmly taking in all the crimes, blood, and violence.
The cold expression made me think of the statue of the goddess of justice in front of the court for no reason. The left hand holds a scale, which symbolizes fairness and justice;