The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the court adjudicator's conference room has just been renovated, and the only vertical air conditioner seems to be broken, and no matter how you press the switch, it doesn't work.

So even though all the windows were open, it was very hot inside.

Most of the jurors had already taken off their coats, but they still couldn't hold back the sweat.

The convener looked at Judge No. 2, the "procedural nerd", waiting for him to speak.

"Program nerds" are obviously not good at dealing with people.

"The first time I went to the hearing, I didn't know what to say, I just felt that the defendant was guilty. After all, judging by the testimony of all the witnesses, no one can prove his innocence, right?"

Peng Yichen looked at him very sincerely and said slowly

"No one needs to prove his innocence, and the point in our discussion is that there is no one who can be completely and 100% sure of his guilt. This is also the duty that the law and the people have entrusted to us, the jurors. ”

The "program house" was a little flustered by Peng Yichen.

"I know, but I mean...... I just thought he was guilty of his guilt based on my own feelings, after all, there were witnesses who saw him kill. ”

The stout man couldn't bear his temperament and rudely interrupted the speech of the "program house".

"Okay, let me give you my thoughts.

He pretended to be a professional and took out a notepad, opened it and looked at the records on it, and said his opinion with confidence on his face.

"Let me emphasize first that I have no personal bias against this case, I just want to discuss the truth of the case......"

He paused for a moment and said in a sonorous voice.

"First of all, the old man who lived downstairs from the victim. At 12:10 p.m. on the night of the murder, he heard the voices of people arguing and arguing, and he heard the young man yelling, 'I'm going to kill you.'" A second later, he heard the sound of someone falling. So he ran to the door and saw the young man rushing down the stairs to leave. So, he called the police, and when the police arrived at the scene, they found that the deceased had a knife in his chest, and the forensic doctor speculated that the time of death was about 12 midnight. These are facts, and you can't argue with the facts, that young man killed his own father. It doesn't matter if he's only eighteen years old or not, but he killed his own father, and he has to pay the price. ”

The nouveau riche seemed to have found a confidant, laughing and affirming loudly

"Your claims are unassailable. ”

Judge No. 4, the investment broker who had been keeping his composure, slowly wiped his glasses.

"In my opinion, the case is very simple, the defendant has been lying, for example, when the police first interrogated him, he said that he was watching a movie at the time of the crime, but he couldn't remember the movie and the names of the actors. ”

A faint smile drew at the corner of the broker's mouth.

"And the police didn't find a single witness who saw him go in and out of the theater. ”

The nouveau riche listened to the broker and, like a victorious rooster, stood up sharply.

"What about the testimony of the woman who lived across the street? She saw the little rascal kill with her own eyes. ”

The upstart stood up and walked as he spoke.

"Don't you all remember the woman's testimony? She said that she slept in her bed at the time of the crime, but she couldn't sleep......

He paced around the room like a victorious general, blowing his nose as he continued to express his opinion.

Because she couldn't sleep, she happened to look out the window in bed and saw that upstairs across the street, the bastard was stabbing her father with a folding knife. They were neighbors, and she had known the little rascal since she was a child. And the window of the unlucky ghost's house that was killed was right in front of the window of her house, so she kept swearing that she saw that bastard kill her father. ”

Peng Yichen looked at what he said as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and couldn't help but object.

"The defendant's house and the woman's house are separated by a viaduct. At the time of the crime, there happened to be a tram passing by, so in reality, she was just witnessing the murder through the window of the tram. ”

The nouveau riche retorted loudly in dissatisfaction.

"You don't need to tell me, it's been confirmed in court that you can see what is happening across the street through the window of a running tram at night...... It's all proven in court!"

Peng Yichen smiled mockingly and asked.

"I want to ask you a question...... Why do you want to believe that woman's testimony, which is also the "poor dick" in your mouth?"

The nouveau riche was poor at Peng Yichen's question, and shouted in shame.

"We're all people with status, and we don't owe that little rascal anything. Didn't the court give him a fair trial? Do you know how much money the state has to spend for this trial, and he is lucky enough to have such a chance. ”

As he spoke, he felt as if he had the upper hand. Stand up and talk as you walk.

"Listen, we're all adults. We've all heard the whole trial? That defendant is a little rascal, a poor dick, and I have a lot of poor dicks like that, and you can't believe what they say. You know, they're never willing to work hard, they're just a bunch of scammers who want to scam their bosses out of their money. ”

Before Peng Yichen could speak, the old gentleman next to him stood up angrily.

"Only the stupidest people have this prejudice against you. ”

Peng Yichen was afraid that he would be angry, so he hurriedly helped him. Then he said to the nouveau riche.

"You're just talking about your own subjective thoughts? We are the jurors, and we need to have enough evidence to prove that he really killed in order to pass this verdict. ”

The salesman seemed to have found a comrade-in-arms, gloating.

"You're not our boss, and we don't need to listen to you. ”

The convener saw that everyone was arguing, and hurriedly stood up to maintain order at the scene.

"Speak in your own order! We all have work to do, and there is no need to waste time here. ”

Seeing that everyone was quiet, he said to Judge No. 5;

"It's your turn next. ”

Juror No. 5, a university lecturer, was full of hesitation and finally gave up speaking.

The No. 6 auditor, the decorator, thought about it very seriously and spoke.

"I don't know, although at the beginning I thought he had killed someone. But I've been looking for his motive for committing a crime, and you know, how can a person kill someone if he doesn't have a motive to commit a crime. But the woman was very sure that she had seen the defendant kill, and that she and the old man had mentioned that the deceased had had an argument with his son at about seven o'clock. I don't know, my brain is a bit messed up......"

Judge 11, the engineer, suddenly looked up and reminded, "It should be eight o'clock, and both witnesses said they were arguing at eight o'clock." ”

Peng Yichen retorted to the case told by the decorator.

"That's right. They did hear the argument, but none of them could hear what was going on. It's as if you hear the deceased hit his son twice, and then see the child rush out of the house in anger, what can this be?"

The decorator explained innocently

"That doesn't prove anything, I just tell what I heard. ”

Peng Yichen was unwilling to let go of this detail.

"Your words clearly imply that the young man had a motive to kill. But is this kind of motive really enough for the son to kill his own father with his own hands? This young man has been abused by his father for many years, and violence is commonplace for him, and I don't think that being slapped twice is enough for him to rise up and kill. ”

The agent retorted coldly on the side.

"Maybe he's reached the limit of what he can bear, and no one can endure it indefinitely. ”

Peng Yichen was silent, not that he couldn't say it, but he knew that indifference and prejudice could not be resolved in one step, and he had to calm down.

The convener saw that the decorator was speechless and looked at the salesman on the other end of the table.

"What about you, what do you think?"

The salesman looked at the watch in his hand, his face was full of impatience, he crossed Erlang's legs, and said casually.

"I don't know, they've all said it. We can keep delaying our efforts here, but in the end, that kid will still be punished... Field. ”

Speaking of this, he stood up with a face full of banter and boasted.

"You all know that this kid is a murderer. Look at his criminal record: at the age of 12 he went to a juvenile detention center because he broke the bridge of his teacher's nose, and at the age of 16 he went to a labor camp because he stole a car. ”

The salesman obviously showed his eloquence when selling, and gave his own conclusions with emotion.

"When he came out of the labor camp, he was arrested once for robbery and twice for fighting with a knife. He played with a folding knife, and I bet he was more skilled than everyone in the room. Isn't it incomprehensible for such a 'good boy' to kill someone one day?"

Peng Yichen held back the anger in his heart and retorted.

Please remember that this young man has been experiencing domestic violence by his father almost every day since childhood. ”

The stout man interjected with anger on his face.

"Young people nowadays are all such bastards. When we were young, we would talk to our fathers respectfully, but today's children call their father's name at will. ”

Peng Yichen countered: "That's because the relationship between fathers and their children is closer now." ”

The stout man asked with disdain on his face, "Do you have any children?"

He continued with a look of reminiscence.

"I have a son who is 22 years old. ”

Speaking of his son, there was a rare tenderness on his face, but he soon became cold again. He took out a photo of himself and his son in his arms and showed it to everyone.

"When he was nine years old, he came home crying and told me that he had been beaten. I was so angry that I cleaned him up. I told him, 'I'm going to make you a man, even if you break one of his legs.' ”

Speaking of this, the stout man's face was half remorse, half annoyance.

"Later, I did make him a man. When he was 16 years old, we had a fight. He hit me in the jaw, and he punched me hard. I haven't seen him for two years since then. Today's children always break their parents' hearts...... Let's move on to the case. ”

The agent took his words and slowly explained his opinion.

"I think when we talked about it, we forgot the real point. The defendant did come from a broken family and was a left-behind child who was often subjected to domestic violence. We are very sympathetic about that, but we can't help it. But today it is up to you to decide whether he should be executed or not. It has nothing to do with his upbringing. He was a single parent, a left-behind child, and finally a street gangster. This kind of person is a group of people with a high crime rate. We all know that. That's not a secret. Now I'm ......"

The nouveau riche agreed with the broker's statement with disgust.

"Yes, yes, yes, this guy is right, these street gangsters and poor dicks are all garbage. ”

The university lecturer, who had been silent just now, suddenly interrupted the nouveau riche cliché.

"Please shut up, I'm a left-behind child, I'm the poor dick in your mouth, I'm just walking into this house step by step from the place you look down on. ”

He stood up and looked condescendingly at the nouveau riche.

The nouveau riche was a little embarrassed and said, "I didn't say you ......"

University lecturers did not accept his claims.

"You tell me clearly, when I was a child, I played on the streets stuffed with garbage, did you ask me about the smell of 'dick'?"

The convener saw that the conflict between the two of them was becoming more and more intense, and hurriedly stopped the university lecturer.

"Today's discussion has nothing to do with personal feelings, so don't get excited. ”

The university lecturer's anger obviously did not subside, and he said angrily: "I think it's related, can't you?"

Everyone saw him so angry, and persuaded him a few words.

The convener saw that he was slowly not so excited, and hurriedly asked the nouveau riche.

"Okay, let's stop arguing, we're wasting our time. Do you have any other ideas? If not, it's the next person's turn to speak. ”

The nouveau riche don't want to spend it like this. He spewed angrily at Peng Yichen.

"It was he who objected and consumed us all in this stuffy house. Why can he just sit there without saying anything and watch us make a fool of ourselves?"

Peng Yichen moved his body to prevent his saliva from squirting on him.

"I thought you were trying to convince me that wasn't what you were proposing?"

"We don't want to talk about it now, we've said enough, and now it's your turn to tell us why you bastard is holding us up in this fucking place. ”

Peng Yichen once again looked around at everyone in the audience.

"Well, since you want to hear me, let me tell you what we're doing today!!"