[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

After the chief judge announced the responsibilities of the collegial panel and the rights of the parties, the prosecution began to produce evidence, and witnesses and appraisers appeared in court.

"...the defendants and others have violated the laws and regulations related to assembly, procession, demonstration and public security management, as well as national security, among which individual parties have caused personal injury and property damage to citizens, which has a relatively large impact and is of a bad nature. To subvert the authorities should be punished severely, deprived of political rights, and sentenced to life imprisonment.” The prosecution prosecutor handed over dozens of documents to the clerk, “This is the testimony of the parties, please convey it to the collegial panel.”

The jury can check all relevant materials, but they cannot speak in court. If they have opinions, they can write a note to the judge at most.

When explaining the beginning and end of the confession process of the main criminal involved in the case and the 15 accomplices, the witness was a sheriff. According to the information, he was fifty. A bicycle with creaking axles, without hostility, just ordinary duty.

When he finished his statement, Fuchao raised his hand to signal.

"objection."

His first vocalizations were not aggressive.The entire trial, which was watched by jurors, judges, parties, reporters and citizens, was almost in a peaceful atmosphere.

After being allowed to ask questions, Fufu took the testimony provided by the prosecution: "Does this include the confessions of all parties involved?"

"Yes."

"Is this confession the only one?"

"Uh……"

"That is to say, are there any invalid confessions besides this?"

"These are not all recorded at one time, and sometimes what some people say is not right, so—"

"Is the manner in which this statement was obtained entirely legal?"

"Yes."

"Whether the police used any inhumane means to obtain a confession during the detention of the client for questioning?"

Evidence obtained illegally is invalid.

"No, absolutely not a single hair of them was touched."

"And what about other forms of persecution other than violence?"

"I don't understand what you're asking. The person who was arrested is not forced to ask anything."

"Then your default position at the beginning is that the person involved is guilty?"

"They admitted it themselves in the confession, and it's all written down."

Fuchao nodded, and asked the assistant lawyer brought by Dajiang to drag out a stack of dirty paper half a meter high from the bottom of the table.

"You must have seen the copy. Some of the handwriting is unclear and missing. Please forgive me." After a while after it was sent to everyone, he said amidst the sound of flipping through the court, "These are the garbage from the area where I detained the client. It was found in the car, and the two large bags of confessions were still shredded paper at the time, and I invited hundreds of people to restore and collage them."

Manpower and efficiency for money.Dajiang and Fuchou in the auditorium are roommates, but they don't know anything about it. He only sees Fuchou busy all day long.

"On average, each person has dozens of confessions. The logic is inconsistent, and more than half of the questions are wrong. My originals are even stained with feces and vomit... May I ask what happened during the interrogation?"

The old sheriff raised his head lazily: "The things you dug out from the trash can get on anything."

"It was identified as human, and the components of feces and vomit were consistent with the meals provided by the police station."

"Impossible, I didn't feed them at all..."

"Objection!" the prosecution prosecutor suddenly said, "The defense's inquiry is too inductive."

"invalid."

"Witness, let me ask you again." Fufu continued, "Did you presume that the client was guilty from the very beginning, and obtained a confession in an inhumane way?"

The old sheriff tilted his head, and said in a loud voice, "No!"

Fuchao feels that the sheriff has not been bribed.

He agrees with the system from the bottom of his heart, and regards illegal interrogation without leaving scars as a matter of course. Although he may even apologize for stepping on a dog's tail in normal times, when it's his turn to do decades of work, he will not be accused of being tortured. Interrogators are treated as living beings.

He never answered the question of whether he presupposed guilt, not intentionally avoiding it, but not thinking about the situation of innocence.

Law enforcement agencies should investigate on the premise of innocence, and judiciary agencies should report cases on the premise of cautious sentencing. In contrast, here, one has a wrongful trial, and the other has to be severely punished.

"Interrogation is stressful, and these young people have too little psychological capacity." The old police chief said angrily, "They are still beating, smashing, looting and burning outside. They know that they are guilty. One of my juniors was beaten twice in the arm. months of plaster!"

Prosecuting prosecutors duly offered to have the injured officer testify about the principal's bodily injury charges.

After the injured policeman finished his statement, the prosecution provided and played a surveillance video of the scene when the "riot" occurred. Guns, like black daggers, cut through the thick wall of flesh and blood of the crowd, sometimes sinking into it.The entire crowd pushed out layers of waves, and the open space left by the movement left tattered banners and signs and fallen people.

"The clips intercepted by the prosecution were too vague. Given the chaotic situation at the time, even the witnesses could not say that they were very clear about the situation around them. People's vision is limited."

What Fu Zou didn't say was that this was a testimonial, the police's lack of seriousness in presenting evidence was almost mediocre, and the female prosecutor of the prosecution was quite intelligent and astute.

"The witness is here. Our people's policeman has a fractured left front wall and a wounded back," the prosecuting prosecutor held up a photo of the policeman's wound. "Please respect the facts."

"As the witness said, he fell to the ground under the force of the attack, and you said that his back was injured, which means that the witness fell prone due to the force behind him, and his hands were stuck on the ground, resulting in injuries. This happened in previous years at fireworks shows. The crowd stampede and injuries cannot be attributed to the malice of our party."

Fuchao also submitted a video.

"Because of the angle, clarity, and crowds on the site, the surveillance camera failed to capture the license plate of the street vehicle. I searched all the surveillance cameras in nearby stores. Unfortunately, all of them were expired or damaged due to unknown reasons. So I found the following The scene is the center, all the streets in this area are monitored, and by analyzing the vehicle trajectory, we found the vehicle parked at the scene at that time. This video was obtained from its driving recorder. It should be closer and clearer than the one provided by the prosecution ,More comprehensive."

The rich video has a beginning and an end. If you look at it objectively enough, it is clear that the fault is not entirely on one side.

……

It started in the morning, adjourned at noon, continued in the afternoon, and ended in the evening. In stages, with the help of tricky evidence collection methods, Fu Zou obtained better results than expected.

The legal balance is leaning towards him, and Dajiang is more excited than anyone else, and must have a drink with him to celebrate before the curfew.

Fu received a lot of help from Dajiang, so he couldn't shirk it, so he had to agree.

Dajiang patted Fuchou on the shoulder, and took a step ahead, leaving him to tidy up the pile of winning junk.

While tidying up, Fuchai unmuted his phone and found a new email under the death threat. Before that, there was a missed call from the local police station.

The email also identified him as the police, requesting a return call.

Fuchao called and it was a young man's voice.

"Hi, I'm police officer Hidetoku Goto."

The sun was setting, the courtroom was gradually emptying, and Fu Zhao was busy collecting the files, waiting impatiently for him to speak.

At the same time, he suspected that the identity he was using now was new, and someone might have found out his old name and old case.

"Do you know a man named Asahina Ukyo?"

Fuchou stopped what he was doing and thought about the name carefully.

"know."

"What's the relationship with him?"

Fuchao just remembered that there was such a person, whose name didn't match his face.

"Did he come to this world?"

"I'm still not sure which world he is a resident of, and I can't contact his other relatives and friends. There are some problems here, is it convenient for you to come?"

"where?"

"The morgue on the sixth floor of the Nishi Shinjuku Police Station."

……

Seeing the people in the morgue, Fu Chou remembered.

"The investigation site turned out to be homicide." Although Fu Fu didn't ask, police officer Goto took the initiative to inform the situation, "Mr. Asahina's cell phone has an unsent text message, and the recipient's name is yours."

"Who is the murderer?"

"I haven't found it yet."

Fuchao opened his mouth again, wanting to ask something, but the myriad of thoughts in his mind became blank again.

"One of the first editions that the uncle carried with him is missing."

A child's voice rose through the dry, cold air.

"Conan, why are you here, not with your Maori sister?"

The child named Conan continued: "The copyright owner no longer reprints, and there was a dispute over content deletion, so the market price of the complete first edition book is not high, and it may be because of this."

That book...Fufu didn't expect that his decision not to publish it in the first place would have such consequences.

"Well, the morgue is not a fun place."

"Understood, goodbye Uncle Goto."

Fuchao asked Goto: "Maolilan?"

According to the case, jurors are not allowed to wander around during the trial, but the prohibition of private contact is useless, and it is estimated that this rule is not bad.

"She is the informant, the landlord of the deceased."

Before going to court, Fu Shou received death threats, his body was found by jurors, and the threads of the three parties were pulled into a mess... His current communication is so poor that the intimidators have to kill people in the same world as a threat.

But why is Ukyo in this world?Who and how did they find out they met in another world?

"How long has he been in this world?"

"According to Ms. Maori, it was early spring, more than 80 days so far."

Two and a half months ago, it was the time for Fuzuo to come here.

"I should have thought..."

Youjing called himself Donggu.

In any case, the richness cannot be separated from the relationship, and various reasons do not give him any leeway to escape responsibility and sophistry. It is pervasive and subtly fits with this person's personality.

There is also this refrigerated frosty face that should be terrifying, the expression is so gentle and serene, even innocent, as if he became a child when he met death.

All of these made Fufu feel deeply guilty again.He is dead, but he is still alive.

"Can I touch it?"

Not asking anyone else, but the person lying there.

The response was his endless acquiescence, and Fuchao pressed his own lips to his.

What is soft and warm becomes cold and smelly, is that the only thing about death?