[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

"At eight o'clock, is that person following you or me?"

Fuchao didn't look over there: "It should be me, I offended a lot of people."

"By the way, the information you want." Enoda agreed with this statement, and then asked, "Did you see the white building with the red cross?"

Fu Chou looked in the direction he pointed.

"Jinguji Chengmei had medical records in the gynecology department there ten years ago."

In the summer, Enoda was wearing a turtleneck sweater, Fucho listened to him, nodded casually, and suddenly reached out to his neck.

"What are you doing?" Enoda leaned back, "Don't try to put a bug on me."

Fuchao grabbed a mysterious creature from behind his collar: "What is this?"

A spider-like non-living creature the size of a fingernail, small red eyes, and eight black jointed legs.

"Oh, this, my new invention, you can use it to talk to each other, and it also has a recording function."

Fu paid the money for the intelligence, and took it away before leaving, and the direction of leaving was the hospital.

On the way, Fuchai bought a bouquet of flowers, but when he arrived at the place, he sat in the lobby with the flowers for half an hour, and stood in the backyard for half an hour, just staring at the people passing by in a daze, without doing anything.

When the smell of cigarettes dissipated from his body, finally, Fuchou made up his mind and walked into a doctor's office. After a while, he came out and went straight to a ward on the same floor.

In the ward was a sickly young girl in her prime, with no hair under her beautiful hat.

She is in good spirits, and when she sees rich rewards, she behaves strangely.

Fuchao made excuses and said a few words to her, then put down the flowers and went out, stopped the attending doctor at the door of the office, and at the end of the question, the doctor sighed.

"Now that the preoperative preparation is almost done, the only thing missing is the operation, but the hospital cannot receive the operation fee and cannot perform the operation. To put it bluntly, she can only wait to die."

The day of the trial.

Ten minutes before the trial, Youjing and Fuchou met in the corridor in front of the courtroom.

Opposite the lawyer with a full briefcase, also wearing glasses, compared to the rich salary of a gentle scum, he is refined and gentle, a gentleman.

Just as Youjing looked at Fuchou, Fuchou looked at him equally disliked.

The line between gentle recluse and cowardice has always been blurred.

Fuchao said hello: "Meet you again."

You Jing originally wanted to hand over the case to the prosecutor here, but his self-esteem did not allow it when he fled the battle. At this time, he deliberately ignored Fu Fu and refused to communicate.

Fuchao deliberately provoked him: "Few people who have fought me once dare to fight me a second time."

Out of politeness, You Jing stopped, and replied in a neither soft nor hard way: "I don't intend to target, Mr. Fu Zou is a bit complacent, just work."

"The work has not met your level."

Fu Chou directly called You Jing you, one is disrespectful, and the other is that it has been a while since the last fight, so he forgot his name.

"If you lose again this time, why don't you come to be my assistant and learn from me for a while." Fufu continued to taunt tactically, "This is an invitation, and it will be valid until the end of the trial."

Regardless of Youjing, Fuchou opened the door first and entered.

As for You Jing who stayed where he was, even though he had always been mild-tempered, it was inevitable that his anger would rise a bit.

Going through the process, the judge read the indictment, the prosecution presented evidence, the judge verified the evidence, the defendant confessed and refused to defend himself.

"Article 199 of the "Criminal Law" stipulates that intentional homicide is punishable by death or life imprisonment or fixed-term imprisonment of more than five years."

Nanase's charges were basically implemented, and Ukyo proposed a sentencing request.

"A certain website launched a public opinion poll, with hundreds of thousands of participants. Most of the people supported the death penalty, calling the defendant a murderer angel. Although the defendant had been sexually abused by the deceased, considering the defendant's voluntary cooperation, and the defendant's nursing profession and the harshness it caused social response."

Nanase, who was being guarded on the chair beside her, trembled and lowered her head even lower.

"A request to sentence the accused to 20 years in prison."

The death penalty in Japan has never been so easy, and the 20-year sentence is considered heavy.

I have been silently hearing the present Fuchao say: "Disagreement."

With the judge's permission, Fu Chou adjusted his glasses and stood up, speaking at the same speed as before, fast and aggressive.

"The voting result exemplified by the prosecution and public prosecutor is just a boring IQ census and panic assessment. It has nothing to do with the law, social morality and the dead, but only about themselves. Reasonable."

You Jing: "..." He scolded netizens all over the country.

"I am horrified by the gentle and considerate nurse who killed the doctor's lover, and I am terrified by the fact that the woman is submissive and submissive to the man, and the media uses the topic to play with rhythm and provoke the nerves of feminists and the social relationship between men and women."

Fu Zou looked at You Jing with slightly dull eyes, and the sudden change of eyes made people dare not look at his sharpness.

"The media is immoral and the people are emotional. Behind this thoughtless execution is not so much a strong sense of justice as panic, anxiety and denial."

As long as he thinks about his words rationally, Ukyo will inevitably be persuaded.

"Denying that evil has nothing to do with oneself, denying that good people will do evil."

Fucho walked to the dock, facing Nanase, and stretched out his palm politely towards her.

"Before she was accused of killing, she was also an excellent nurse praised by everyone, and she was a good citizen, and she had the same life as those good people who tried to use their fingers on the keyboard to decide her right to life and death. The result of the vote is not public opinion at all, but public grievances. "

"Defendant's defender avoids the most important and takes the lightest." You Jing frowned, "Killing for life, the death penalty is not excessive."

"The Italian jurist Cesare Beccaglia once said that the deterrent power of the law comes from the inevitability of bearing the consequences of crimes, rather than the seriousness of bearing the consequences of crimes."

The court is relatively free, and Fucho walks up to Youjing, meeting his blue eyes.

"There are also studies that show that for violent crimes, heavy sentences have the least deterrent effect, and quick punishments have the greatest deterrent effect."

You Jing felt no malice in Fu Chou, which made him even more angry.

How ironic it is that a pure villain can trample on the sacred law in the name of justice by putting on sheepskin to pretend.

"In your opinion the death penalty is not necessary?"

Not only defense and confrontation, from the perspective of world outlook and values, Youjing questioned the existence of the person in front of him as a lawyer.

"To not have the death penalty is to allow crime to lose its limits."

"The limit of the penal system is the appropriate goal of achieving security and order, and exceeding the limit is tyranny. The effectiveness of criminal trials comes from the certainty of punishment, not cruelty."

Fucho lowered his glasses again, taking an equal stand, his eyes almost looking down.

"It is unjust for the state to arbitrate a person's life."

You Jing smiled, turned his head away, and quickly met Shang Fucho's eyes.

"If the country loses the right to arbitrate death, the result can only fall into the hands of capital!"

Ukyo, who had accumulated countless anger towards rich rewards, was detonated.

"The capitalists invite you to use such an excellent lawyer to distort the facts to take advantage of the law's loopholes and act as a thug in the political game. In the eyes of people like you, the law is just a tool for bullying the weak to collect money. The abolition of the death penalty is yours. Victory, not liberation of human rights!"

"..."

Fuchou took a few steps back, as if forced by Youjing's momentum, he seemed speechless for a while.

But the next second, he raised his hand towards the judge.

"be opposed to."

"Valid." The judge gave the final word.

You Jing: "..." It was tricked.

Not to mention the seriousness of the digression, Ukyo also expressed irrational and personal emotions to the defense lawyer of the opposing party, which contained certain personal attacks. It is normal for the objection to be effective.

It is also rich and too cunning.

The simple aggressive method makes the twists and turns of the rich reward handy.

From before the trial, Fuchao said those words in order to deliberately provoke Youjing, make him show his flaws, and create an attack direction.

You Qifu took out the trump card of this trial at this opportune time, a professional certificate issued by a mental hospital.

"The client suffered from mild schizophrenia, and - depression during pregnancy."

Nanase loved Dr. Biliangsaka, and Biliangsaka also said that he loved her with all his heart, but he refused to admit that the child she was carrying was his, so Nanase killed him.

In the defendant's statement at the end of the trial, Fu paid Nanase to remain silent.

In the judgment of the first instance, Nanase was sentenced to eight years in prison, suspended for three years, with a temporary suspension of execution, and received psychiatric treatment.

The few weeks of the trial are enough to pay for remembering the names of opposing lawyers and remembering what has been investigated.

Yangde High School is Ukyo's younger brother's high school, and it is also the girl's high school. Fuchou is afraid that her teacher will leak her words when she visits, making her suspicious of her identity. During this time, she visits her teachers one by one.

This time, after the verdict of the first instance, Fu Chou had just walked out of the teaching building, and it was no accident that he received the mail from Jinguji.

Fuchu deleted the email, hid in the lush cherry grove, and called.

"Can you transfer the money to me now." He said as soon as he connected to Fuchao, "I need it urgently."

"Obviously, now is not the time to get money and money. Once the people and the police refuse to accept the verdict and apply for an appeal, the court will prepare for a second trial. Depending on the situation of public opinion, this is very possible."

Jinguji is not easy to fool, even if she is not a professional, she still has some common sense.

"And even if the second trial is over and the verdict takes effect immediately, there is no guarantee that the police will not apply for a retrial. In short, the matter is not over yet, so it is not safe enough."

"The first trial is completed, and you are escorted by Mr. Dean, your MP. Now nothing about the special ward of St. Marianne's Hospital has been leaked. Isn't this still stable?"

"I said, Mr. Lawyer, you should confess."

There seemed to be a flash of red behind a cherry tree not far away, and Fuchao turned around indifferently.

"Confession of what?"

"You have a sister with a rare disease who was abandoned by her parents when she was born. Now you have only one relative left in this world. Have you found it?"

"Yes... I found it." Since it has been exposed, it is useless to cover it up with money, "She is lying on the operating table, waiting for the money to save her life."

"I understand your difficulties." Thinking that Fu Chou was really anxious for her sister, her voice softened imperceptibly, "I will transfer the money tonight."

"……thanks."

She smiled a little bit, and seemed to be very pleased, but she said after a while.

"Your sister notifies me after the operation and asks me to transfer her to our hospital to take good care of her, how about it?"

"You took her hostage."

"My brother is incompetent, and my sister will always suffer more."

"Okay, as long as she's okay, the nurse's murder case will end soon." Fu Chou could only acquiesce, "Until the heat on the Internet subsides, you and your hospital will be absolutely clean."

Not daring to move, Yusuke Asahina, who was hiding behind a thick tree trunk not far away, wavered with red eyes.

Brother Youjing has been worrying about the nurse murder lawsuit on the cusp recently, the murderer's hospital and the director of the hospital are weird...