Buddhist son [Quick Transmigration]

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

"clatter!"

Chen Mo walked down the steps step by step and came to the court. The soles of his shoes stepped on the floor of the court room, making a crisp sound in the room where no one spoke.

The room was suddenly eerily quiet.

Everyone present seemed to be frozen.

When the door was pushed open and the figure walked in, the judge sitting above shrank his pupils and was extremely nervous.

He clearly knew that for the first time in the past few days, there was a large-scale strange incident in which a large-scale application for recusal was made before the court session.

What's more, if the court has always been understaffed and overtime is a common practice, so many people can't ask for leave at the same time, I'm afraid everyone's annual leave application will appear on the dean's desk.

After all, that was Professor Meng!

They dare not say that they can maintain absolute justice, so they simply pretend to be ostriches and pass it on to others.

Coincidentally, almost everyone thinks so.

And the reason why he was able to become the presiding judge this time is all because of his high education, having studied abroad, and his indifferent Chinese face...

Pooh!

These are all excuses!

Purely because he is young!Low qualifications!Very bullying!

The judge pursed his lips and watched Chen Mo walk in from the door expressionlessly, with no restraint on his body, and everywhere he went, there were people paying attention.

If it was before, he would still be able to leisurely comment with his friends, "As expected of Professor Meng, he is really domineering."

But now, he could only sit on pins and needles and straighten his back, waiting for the other party to speak.

When he got to the very middle, he stopped. Chen Mo glanced strangely at what his superiors did to him. The judge, who neither expressed objection nor spoke, turned his eyes around and stopped at the prosecutor in black uniform standing opposite him. officer.

"Why don't you continue?"

His words seemed to touch some mechanism, and the condensed air began to melt.

"...cough cough cough...Meng Mengmeng, Professor Meng!"

The prosecutor's representative, who had held his breath for a long time, was finally able to breathe, coughing and swallowing quickly, completely unaware that he had stuttering symptoms.

He knew that the original owner's surname was Meng, so he didn't need to shout so much.

Chen Mo leaned against the railing where the criminal should have been held, and looked at him calmly: "Hello, can you please repeat the previous indictment?"

isn't it? !

Want him to sue Professor Meng in front of Professor Meng?

This is too much to test his heart, right? !

The prosecutor's representative was a little suffocated, he opened his mouth in confusion, and glanced at the auditorium from the corner of his eye, as if he was asking someone for instructions.

After a pause for a few seconds, he replied: "...Yes, yes."

Chen Mo also glanced at the auditorium where he gradually began to whisper and whisper.

Not surprisingly.

He saw several familiar figures.

Listening to the reporters who heard the news from the back row, they whispered, "He must have pretended to be Professor Ruya before", "Should we exaggerate the follow-up report? Anyway, he is already a street mouse", "He Didn’t you study the Fa at the beginning so that you could escape trial after committing a crime?”

Sitting in the first row, Lai Yan, who was still wearing bandages, frowned indistinctly, then looked at the middle-aged man sitting next to him: "Father, Professor Meng has already arrived, are you still planning to... "

"Just look at it!"

The middle-aged man with deep wrinkles between his brows and a serious temperament like that of the dean interrupted Lai Yan.

"He's not invincible! His fame back then was just taking advantage of the loopholes in the law! This time I hired a prosecutor with a 99% winning rate, even he might not win!"

You can't even say "he will lose", why are you still stubborn?

Lai Yan looked at him for a while, but finally said nothing, sighed, and moved his eyes back to the two confronting figures in the field in a compromise.

Besides Lai Yan and his son, there was also a man sitting by the last row of doors, crossing his legs evilly.

It was the man who dared to break into the police station at night, claiming that he was a criminal consultant, wanted to be Chen Mo's sworn enemy, and finally escaped unscathed.

He is like a drop of ink, it is too conspicuous in this piece of clear water.

When Chen Mo entered the door just now, he had already seen him.

Seeing Chen Mo looking over, the evil man showed a hearty and bright smile without any guilt.

Just waved happily.

Offender Advisor...

I don't know if he intervened in this incident.

Chen Mo's eyes flicked across them, thinking casually in his heart. After hearing the other party speak, he withdrew his gaze and listened carefully to the other party's thick dozen complaints read aloud.

"...This court believes that the defendant deliberately violated the life rights of others by cruel means, resulting in the death of the victim. His behavior violated Article 232 of the Criminal Law. The facts of the crime are clear...cough, the evidence is sufficient..."

When reading this template, the representative of the prosecutor felt that he was going to be detached, and his hand holding the paper became a little heavier.

He hastened to speed up, and finished reading the last few sentences in two seconds.

"...The crime of intentional homicide should be investigated for criminal responsibility according to law. According to the provisions of Article 141 of the Criminal Law, this court instituted a public prosecution, please sentence it according to law."

call--

it is finally over!

The prosecutor's representative, who was relieved, quickly winked at the judge and begged him to help him say a few words.

The judge twitched his lips and refused.

Dead friends don't die poor, take care of yourself.

Chen Mo said lightly: "Only murder? Didn't you say you sued me?"

The prosecutor's representative would continue reading because he was stupid. He didn't want to escape from the earth overnight, but he thought he was a person who defied power, so he was calm when facing Chen Mo.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Chen Mo tilted his head in confusion: "What am I going to say? You are the ones suing me, and you should be the ones to produce evidence to prove my guilt, right?"

The law stipulates that whoever advocates shall provide evidence.

If the other party can form a complete logical chain, then he is a prisoner.

Can't prove it?

Then he is innocent.

Although the media has hyped him up as a murderer, in fact, he is just a criminal suspect, which sounds scary, but in fact, he is just a defendant.

The defendant, which is equal to the "accused", is just a reference.

As the defendant, he only needs to wait for the other party to produce evidence, and occasionally refute it.

As for proving his innocence, that was not his obligation at all.

Chen Mo, who never made a mistake in his target, calmly watched the prosecutor's representative who claimed to have a 99% winning rate.

"You said that I murdered and raped, what about the evidence?"

The people in the auditorium couldn't help but start whispering, thinking it made sense.

"Father, can you really come up with evidence to prove that Professor Meng is the murderer?" Lai Yan asked with a sigh, looking at the distinct momentum on both sides of the field.

Professor Meng is like a calm sea, crushing the meteorite-like prosecutor to death.

No splash of water can come out.

The middle-aged man maintained a serious expression, and his voice was low: "He is still sober as always, seeing too thoroughly... Once the plan fails, it seems that we still need to activate a backup plan..."

"Father? What did you just say?" Seeing his lips moving, Lai Yan turned his head in doubt.

"...Don't talk! Watch carefully!"

Lai Yan was confused: What are you looking at?

When communicating in the auditorium, Chen Mo's side has also come and gone several times.

The prosecution presented evidence, but Chen Mo refuted.

"The deceased died in your room, Professor Meng."

"We're in the same room right now."

Why not just say they were all on Earth at the time?

In that case, he might only be able to refute with the reason that he was still in another world at that time.

"Then it's impossible for you to not notice any movement?"

"Objectively speaking, I really didn't notice it."

Chen Mo always felt that if he didn't interrupt, the other party might repeat the question He Taki and the others asked him on the spot.

Also, you are asked to provide evidence, not to ask for evidence.

If everything could be solved with common sense, there would be no such word as "accident".

However, in life, there is never a lack of accidents.

"The prop used to hoist the dead is a fishing line. I heard that Professor Meng knows how to fish?"

"I know the law better."

...is this also considered evidence?

Chen Mo didn't need to say anything, the other party also felt that this was not evidence, and automatically picked up the next photo of evidence.

"The knot tied on it is a Paloma knot. Most people don't know it at all, but with Professor Meng's IQ, if you think about it, you must know this, right?"

"Based on my IQ? If I were to kill someone, I would definitely not use this distinctive knot."

Of course, the more ordinary the better.

Not to mention him, even if he is just a child, when he watches TV while his parents are away, he knows to put the remote control back in place, cool the TV with a wet towel, and try his best to erase all traces of himself !

So, why did the murderer leave such distinctive marks on the scene?

In fact, Chen Mo has been thinking about this question for the past few days.

At last.

At last a possibility occurred to him that he could understand.

That is - get used to it.

It's like in the last world, the emperor asked him "Did you do it?"

In fact, he was asking about crimes, but Chen Mo had been in the hospital for a long time and had done too many surgeries. He could answer this kind of question seven or eight times a day, so he subconsciously replied that he did it.

In the eyes of normal people, this is simply an abnormal reaction, but in fact it is just a common occupational disease, and unless someone reminds it, it is difficult for the person concerned to realize it.

Normal people know to erase the traces of the scene, but the murderer completely forgot about the fishing line and the Paloma knot, which shows that he already regards these two things as natural as breathing.

Chen Mo raised his eyes lazily: "You might as well go to the Fishing Club to check, maybe you can find the murderer faster."

The representative of the prosecutor was a little breathless, and he still had evidence: "The book of the deceased is in your room, you can't deny it anymore?!"

What books are in his room?

Feeling slightly puzzled, Chen Mo walked over directly, took a look at the photo in his hand.

...is the Codex that was mostly burned.

Is this Lai Zhentong's book?

Surprise flashed across Chen Mo's eyes, isn't this a textbook for college students?

The prosecutor's representative standing next to him was taken aback by his approach. Feeling the pressure, he couldn't help but move aside.

"Are you sure this is Lai Zhentong's book?" Chen Mo turned his head and looked into the other person's eyes.

It's too close!

The prosecutor's representative's little heart beat violently like a hammer.

He took a deep breath before recovering.

"...We're sure! One of the pages happened to retain half of his fingerprints, which match up with the fingerprints of his corpse's index finger."

This is thanks to Chen Mo's foresight at the beginning. Fortunately, he let Meng Miao rescue the body in time. If it was burned, there would be much less evidence.

Of course, I should also thank that this code is thick enough. If it were an ordinary book, I am afraid that it would have been burned to the point that there is not a single page left.

"Cough, cough!" The representative of the prosecutor coughed dryly to relieve his nervousness when facing Chen Mo, "Professor Meng, this at least shows that he brought a book to your room to see you that day, right?"

Chen Mo nodded and put down the photo: "Yes, it's very possible. Thank you very much for the evidence you provided."

"do you have anything else?"

Chen Mo directly robbed the judge's job, and had to ask the prosecution for evidence very directly.

"……Forehead……"

"Did the criminal police give you all these?" Chen Mo asked again.

Well this...

The prosecutor's representative sneaked a glance at the gallery from the corner of his eye.

Okay, Chen Mo understands.

He said to the judge above: "Adjourn the court."

After finishing speaking, Chen Mo turned around directly, walked to the first row of the auditorium, looked at the middle-aged man sitting beside Lai Yan, and asked calmly, "Mr. Lai, do you want to talk?"

Lai Yan also turned his gaze to his father beside him.

The middle-aged man with clear lines between his eyebrows stared at Chen Mo for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "Professor Meng's invitation, then naturally I can only be respectful rather than obedient."