With the end of the plot of the second act, Li Shixin and Lu Shiming had a-for-tat scene, and the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded like a basin of cold water poured into boiling oil!

"Damn a chicken! This paragraph is so enjoyable, I have goosebumps all over my body!"

"Damn! I was so excited when I watched this dialogue on the eighth that I picked up a rolling pin and beat my husband. Don't talk about it, let's get a divorce tomorrow. ”

"Blood-boiling! What is an old drama bone? That is, when you think that this section is over, someone will immediately tell you that it is just an appetizer! You can always find surprises from such people and such performances!"

"A passer-by, watching a drama for the first time. But after watching this drama, I realized what kind of movie I watched before! If this was on the scene, in the front row, how shocking would it be?"

The smashed ballpoint pen and the blood on his hands look very much the same as the real thing. Not to mention the characters on stage, even through the computer screen, they all scared me. It's so imposing!"

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Stage.

Hearing the two soft sounds of the system in his ears, Li Shixin looked at Lu Shiming, who had no master of the six gods, and smiled secretly.

Grandma's, playing this with the old man?

Don't you know how Lao Tzu gradually went upstream in the cruel ecological chain of the entertainment industry?

What kind of old man is the old man?

It's a forsake, you don't even want your face and your life!

Play with me, play with me?

Lao Tzu is ruthless, and his son will sacrifice to the sky in the same way, and I will be with you!

In the midst of the barrage boiling, the third act plot of "Twelve Citizens" began.

With Mr. Eight's righteous statement, everyone present was silent, and No. 10, who was bored, sat back in his seat.

But the fixed-word impression and preconceived prejudices of the rich second-generation murderers still permeate that old classroom like a plague.

When everyone was silent, the driver of the No. 3 taxi, who had always had an extreme view, took out the murder weapon and said something.

"I said everyone, since you want to be reasonable, then let's talk about it. I took a closer look at the evidence during the mock trial just now, and the knife that this little beast used to kill his own father was a very beautiful switchblade. As it happens, this little beast had one before. But after the crime, the beast said that the knife was missing. What do you mean by this?"

At the scene, No. 1, who was carrying a notebook, turned on the computer and found a video taken by onlookers on the Internet. And the screenshot zooms in on the blood-stained knife at the scene of the crime.

Judging from the screenshots of the video, the knife has a unique shape, it is a spring fast knife, and the blade is shiny and sharp.

And in the comments below the video, netizens are talking about the specialness of the knife.

"Look, this knife is certainly not cheap. Where is there such a coincidence, the murder knife is the same as the suspect's knife, but the suspect says that the knife is lost. Isn't this a pretense to excuse yourself? Eight, what else do you have to say?"

In the face of No. 3's attack, No. 8 didn't say anything, and directly took out the briefcase he had been putting next to the chair and took out something from it.

With a slight sound of "pop", a cold light flashed, and a switchblade that was exactly the same as in the video was forcefully inserted onto the table by No. 8!

In everyone's surprise, No. 8 pointed to the bullet knife on the table: "The same style that you can search casually on Taobao, sixty-six free shipping, and a key chain will be given." ”

In a puzzled and curious gaze, No. 8 leaned back in his chair, "This doesn't mean anything, if according to No. 3's theory, then can I say that if there are ten such knives, there are ten such suspects? You know, even if there is a 1 in 10,000 probability, it is possible." ”

Looking at the flicking knife reflecting the cold light on the table, everyone in the classroom was once again caught in an argument, but compared to Mr. Eight's suspicions, most of them still did not change their guilty opinion of the rich second generation.

Seeing that the scene was chaotic again, No. 8 simply proposed.

"Alright, let's stop arguing. In that case, let's have another round of secret balloting. I abstained from voting, and if the remaining eleven people were still guilty, then I didn't say anything. I respect everyone's thoughts, so let's stop here. But if one of these people is changed to not guilty, then let's continue to discuss until we understand this matter. Okay, right?"

Faced with Eight's proposal, everyone readily agreed.

The secret ballot began.

Here, as each person passes the written note to the number one sitting at one end, the stage begins to rotate so that each character who is writing the ticket faces the audience.

The voting ended quickly.

As the organizer of the order, Number One opened one ticket after another and began to announce the results.

"Guilty. "Guilty. "Guilty. ”

As the votes that insisted on being guilty were read out loudly by No. 1, No. 8's face gradually turned helpless, while the expressions of No. 3 and No. 10 and others slowly became proud.

"Not guilty. ”

Suddenly, a completely different result appeared in front of everyone.

The expressions of the crowd have been reversed!

Hearing this result, No. 10 slapped the case again, "Who voted for it? Who the voted for it? I'm going to find out this traitor!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Five, with whom he had just argued. But after hesitating, he pointed the finger at the fat security guard of No. 11 Hanan, who had a verbal quarrel with him just now and looked even better: "Did you cast it?"

"I didn't vote for it!"

"It's not him, it's me who voted for it. ”

Just when the security guard hurriedly defended, the No. 9 housemaid, who had been sitting on the chair as if she was asleep, spoke.

On the stage, An Xiaoxiao, who silently observed the whole scene of the teachers and seniors, looked at the big guys on the stage, and secretly took a breath.

Mom, fight!

Sausage or green vegetables, just today!

Wolves travel thousands of miles to eat meat, and dogs travel thousands of miles to eat.

I'm small and never eat!

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In the small body, the power surged!

But in terms of performance, she raised her hand timidly.

"Hey, I can't see it, the ones who really do big things and cause sabotage are all the characters who are deeply hidden among the masses with these wilted words. ”

"No, why do you think that this rich second generation is innocent?"

Faced with the ridicule of the driver of the No. 3 taxi and the questioning of the No. 10, An Xiaoxiao lowered her head.

In a voice like a mosquito, he hummed, "I don't think he's innocent." ”

"Don't you think you're still guilty of voting for him?!

"I ......," the little man buried his head lower, "I just think he should have a chance." ”

"What?"

"I mean...... When I was younger, my classmates hated me. Once, a girl in the class lost her tuition and miscellaneous fees, and I happened to be on duty at noon that day, and my classmates said that I stole it.

But I didn't steal it! I really didn't steal it! They didn't believe me, and it only took an afternoon for the whole school to know that I was a thief. In the afternoon, between the second periods, when I came back from the bathroom, I didn't know who had written on the table with white correction fluid that was shameful for thieves. Do you know what that feels like? You won't know.

At that moment...... I was really desperate. If it weren't for my homeroom teacher pulling me, maybe ...... Maybe I won't be living in this world that day. “

The ninth otaku girl finished talking about her past.

In the silence, she quickly raised her head and glanced at the crowd.

"So I thought, if that boy really didn't kill anyone, then if someone is willing to help him say a word now, maybe... Maybe it could really save his life. ”

As the girl fully expressed her point of view, among the abandoned teachers, the silence was audible even when a needle fell on the ground.

Seeing that An Xiaoxiao almost perfectly interpreted the core of the "inferiority" and "prejudiced violence" of the role of the No. 9 otaku girl she set up, Li Shixin nodded secretly.

Sure enough, there is no wasted beef jerky and sausage in this world!

An Xiaoxiao, in order to eat in one bite, your realm of interpretation has been sublimated!