Bai Lang, who was moved to another cell, looked listless and seemed depressed, contemplating with his face on the wall all day and sleeping with his head covered at night.

"This old fox looked disappointed when he was transferred to another cell, because he couldn't communicate with the outside world." The guards quipped. But despite this, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and the guards were stricter.

Bai Lang became less and less energetic, and no longer talked to the defense lawyers, let alone joked with the guards.

"He had bragged that he wanted to get out before the public trial, and now it seems that he has no choice, this guy has really collapsed." The guards unanimously agreed that only two weeks before the public trial did Shirarou seem to be in a little more energetic.

"Brother caretaker, the air here is so bad, it's really suffocating." Shirarou often said this, so he was accompanied by two guards and walked around the courtyard every morning.

"Bai Lang is still in prison, right?"

"Yes! There was no news of his escape. "People talk about it when they meet.

"It is said that because of the change of cell, Bai Lang will not be able to show his ability anymore."

"But since he is already a famous Jiangyang thief, it is even more unexpected how he will get out."

The people's words showed that they seemed to be waiting for Bai Lang to really get out. So much so that the first thing the chief of security does when he goes to work every day is to ask the adjutantant: "How, haven't you escaped yet?"

"No, sir."

"It seems that he is really poor in donkey skills."

The editor-in-chief of "Jinbao" told reporters: "Hey, tomorrow is going to be a public trial, and I think that Bai Lang can't escape!"

"It seems that this is the case, and the famous Bai Lang will also break his word!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man came to the editor-in-chief with elegant steps, put a business card on his desk, nodded and smiled, and walked out.

"Who is this?" Just as the editor-in-chief looked at the business card, he could hardly believe his eyes, only to see that it read:

Bai Lang, never break his word.

The next day was the day of the public trial.

"Finally looking forward to today, will Bai Lang be there on time? Will he run away? Will it disappear as a wisp of smoke in the courtroom? In short, today's excitement is a must-see. ”

The observer card was fired up to a few hundred gold yuan by the scalpers, but it was still in short supply, and even outside the courtroom was full of black and oppressive little heads.

In the morning, it was drizzling, and because the light was relatively dim, no one could see Bai Lang's face when he walked up to the dock with him.

"He seems to be weak."

"Yes, Bai Lang seems to have been brought down by them."

Indeed, Shirakuro, like an old man of the same age, staggered to his seat. And the romance of the plain is gone. Everyone's eyes were on Hakuro.

The clerk read out the indictment, after which the presiding judge ordered the accused to stand up. Shirarou slowly straightened up.

"Defendant, your name, age, and occupation."

There was not a single sound. So the presiding judge repeated it again. "Name, defendant, your name!"

Then a hoarse, dull, and old voice was heard in the courtroom: "Yes, down there is Senmu." ”

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the presiding judge also showed a wry smile on his face, and said, "Are you talking about your pseudonym?" Well, the court will still judge you in the name of Shirakuro. After saying this, he flipped through the document for a while and began to read it out:

"Although I have tried hard to investigate the true identity of the defendant, it is still unclear who he is, which means that the defendant is still a mystery. His public identity is Lang Xiaobai, a detective at Starlight Private Detective Agency, but ten years ago, the defendant identified himself as Bai Lang and began to use his terrifying mind in society to carry out a career of theft. It can be said that he is a thief, but the defendant also has sympathy for the weak and the poor, in other words, he is an amazing person who is both good and evil, a thief and a detective.

"Although we don't know his true identity yet, we do know that eight years ago, the magician who used to go by the pseudonym Ji Keshou seems to be Hakuro himself.

"Six years ago, there was an international student from country E who went to the central hospital to work with Dr. Park Sung-sing, a bacteriological giant, and this person had some amazing achievements in bacteriology and dermatology research, which was well received by doctors. This student from country E is also Bai Lang. ”

"Also, even when judo was not widely spread, there was a young man in Dongzhou who taught people the skills of this sport, and this was also Bai Lang."

"In the bicycle race of the Dongzhou Expo, there was a player who won the championship and a prize of 10,000 gold yuan, and the runner who was never heard from was also Bai Lang."

In short, before he appeared under the name Shiraro, all the activities he engaged in were his conscious preparation for his physical strength, intelligence, and thieving skills, which became his future name as a thief.

"Does the defendant have any objections to the above facts or need to appeal?"

Bai Lang didn't seem to hear what the presiding judge said, he was hunched over, his arms hung weakly, and his feet were moving, as if he was a demented person.

It seems that he should be Bai Lang, but his body is so thin, his face is bloodless, his cheekbones are high, his face even has some red spots, and his beard is messy. A pair of glazed eyes, making it impossible to figure out what he was looking at, perhaps he was crushed by the harsh imprisonment. The happy, elegant, funny and healthy beautiful man is gone.

"You see, Bai Lang has been tortured like an old man, it's really miserable."

"It's unbearable!"

The ladies in the auditorium began to whisper, and their voices gradually grew louder and louder, revealing their pity for Shiraro.

"Bai Lang, if you have any objections to the above report, you can raise it now." The presiding judge leaned forward and said to the accused.

"But, I, I'm really just Moriki, not what you call Hakuro." The man whispered.

The presiding judge opened his eyes and exclaimed, "You don't have to play any tricks, there is no room for deception in the holy court. Aren't you called a thief? Bai Lang, then you should be upright and responsible for your actions, and a man must dare to be a man!"

However, Bai Lang lowered his head, no matter how he asked, he didn't answer a word, and some muttering sounds came out of his mouth, and in desperation, the presiding judge had no choice but to let the witness Wu Changhao appear in court.

Wu Changhao walked up to the witness stand and stared at the defendant for a long time, when suddenly his expression froze. Because his expression changed too obviously, there was a commotion in the hearing seat.

The man looked up at Wu Changhao and laughed like a fool.

Wu Changhao's face was a little pale, and he kept rubbing the cold sweat with his handkerchief.

"What happened? Inspector Wu Changhao, if you feel unwell, we can make a decision to postpone your testimony. ”

"No, it's nothing, but ......" Wu Changhao took a deep breath, then looked at the man with wide eyes and said, "Mr. Judge, this person ...... He...... Not for nothing...... Lang himself. ”