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Facing the magistrate's stern questioning, Adam was so frightened that he trembled all over. He glanced at Arthur on the prosecution table, and then at the magistrate who seemed to be burning all over.

His eyes were full of tears, and he stood there alone, weak and pitiful, and at a loss.

Arthur spoke calmly, his tone calm and unchanging, as if the speaker was not a human being, but a sophisticated machine.

"Mr. Judge, the police did not use any torture methods to extract confessions. This is clearly stated in the indictment. The defendant Adam Evans voluntarily accepted the arrest and confessed to the crimes he committed.

All interrogation processes are carried out under the premise of complying with the internal police principles and can withstand the test of you and the public at large. "

Adam heard Arthur speak, so he shed tears silently and nodded uncontrollably.

He choked and said intermittently: "Mr. Judge, the police did not use any torture to extract a confession. I, I confessed to my crime. The indictment made it very clear. Yes, I'm sorry, I am guilty."

The reactions of Arthur and Adam directly angered the magistrate, and also made him more convinced of his suspicions. He raised his gavel and slammed it in front of the case, almost asking in a roaring tone.

"Adam! I'm asking you, it's you!

Why do you care what the indictment says!

Why repeat what the police said!

Why should you agree with other people’s opinions unconditionally!

Do you know what will happen to you if the police indictment is established?

Your neck will be hung from the noose and you will be sentenced to death!

Oh, boy, don't be silly!

Do you know where you stand?

I'm giving you a chance!

Let you expose the truth to the public. Only in this way can you get a fair verdict! "

Adam was so frightened by the furious judge that he burst into tears. He fell to the ground, sobbing and said, "I'm sorry, I'm guilty. Mr. Judge, I'm sorry, I made you angry."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat middle-aged lady jumped up from the jury seat. Like a spring that had suffered enough pressure, she stood up suddenly and shouted angrily at the judge. accused.

"I don't understand the law, nor do I know what police principles are. But from my standpoint as a mother of three, you can't yell at a nine-year-old child like that, let alone get the death penalty. To threaten him is not only dishonorable, but also immoral! You can't do this to him!"

As soon as the middle-aged lady spoke, she immediately resonated with the mothers present.

They loudly accused the magistrate and Arthur, complaining about why they had to bring such a young child to the court to suffer. They also threatened to go to the door of the Supreme Court after the trial to protest against the unfair treatment they received in the court.

The magistrate hit them several times with his gavel, but he could not stop their mouths, and instead made them curse even louder.

The bailiffs wanted to go up and maintain order, but when they saw how indignant these ladies were, they couldn't help but feel guilty.

Most of the bailiffs are also married, and they all know that trying to reason with angry ladies is not a wise choice.

What's more, in this matter alone, they tend to support the ladies.

Before the ladies had finished speaking, the men also began to express their opinions.

The company employee wearing glasses said: "Mr. Judge, if I remember correctly. Adam Evans is only suspected of committing a crime and is far from being convicted. But your tone seems to be Try a real criminal. And I think this kid is quite polite and behaves appropriately from the moment he appears in court. It’s really hard for me to believe that he would commit a crime.”

The big and round factory technician also nodded and said: "This kid named Adam is much better than the troublemaker in my family. My kid is two years older than him, but he doesn't even know how to say hello to his father when he meets him. This kid looks like So polite, if my son was like him, I don’t know how much worry I would have to worry about.”

Faced with the ineffective bailiffs and the dissatisfied and agitated jury, the magistrate had no choice but to wipe his sweat with a handkerchief while making a humble request.

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, please pay attention to the order of the court. I promise you, I will pay attention to my tone in the future. This is my fault, and I apologize to you."

When the ladies saw the magistrate's assurance, they rolled their eyes at him and sat back in their seats angrily.

The men also shut up their talking mouths and were ready to see if the situation would improve in the future.

The scene was deathly silent, but there was a strong smell of gunpowder floating in the almost solid air.

The court clerk sitting under the judge noticed the winter-like atmosphere at the scene, and he couldn't help but suggest to the judge.

"Sir, I think this situation is not suitable for continuing the case. I propose to temporarily adjourn the court for ten minutes to let everyone calm down."

The magistrate hurried down the slope and said: "In that case, let's adjourn the court for ten minutes. Ladies, what do you think?"

None of the ladies wanted to talk to the judge. At the critical moment, Mrs. Peel, who was acquainted with the magistrate, came to the rescue.

"No one wants to see things develop like this. Therefore, we respect your decision."

As if the magistrate had granted him amnesty, he covered his head and hurriedly prepared to go to the back hall to drink a cup of tea to calm down his anger.

The bailiffs were also preparing to escort little Adam, who was sitting on the ground crying, back to the waiting room.

When the ladies on the jury saw him crying like this, every one of them felt their hearts breaking.

Seeing this, Mrs. Peel suggested unbearably: "Let me stay with him, I know how to calm the child's mood. Although this may be against the rules, if Adam's mood cannot improve, the trial may not be able to continue. "

How could the magistrate have the guts to say no at this time? Even if he showed the slightest expression of reluctance, these ladies would probably tear him alive on the spot.

He nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Peel."

The other ladies also asked: "Madam, I will go with you too."

"They're just going too far."

"It's really unimaginable to me that this is how the court interrogates!"

"My husband originally wanted his child to study law and become a judge when he grows up. Now it seems to be a really bad idea. If he really learns law, he may not even recognize his mother in the future."

The magistrate was scolded by the ladies, but he did not dare to say a word in reply.

Now, he just wants to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

However, before his butt could leave his seat, Arthur, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"I'm sorry to waste everyone's precious rest time, but are you willing to sacrifice just ten minutes to listen to what I have to say?"

Arthur unbuttoned his tuxedo and placed the police uniform and police officer's knife on the seat behind him.

He lifted up the cuffs of his tight shirt, put his two strong arms on both sides of the prosecution table, and begged everyone while wearing only a white shirt.

"The following words are not spoken to you as a patrol officer of the London Metropolitan Police, nor as a prosecutor in this case, nor as an executioner who wants to send little Adam to the gallows. .

But like you all, I am just an ordinary London citizen with simple moral concepts and normal value orientation. I know the defendant in this case, Adam Evans, and understand his family situation, hobbies, behavioral habits and past deeds. Good friends tell everyone.

I would like to briefly talk to you about this case and my personal experience over the past six months or so. "