The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 205 Chuck: Why don't you laugh?You can keep laughing, don't stop!
"Say the devil, and the devil will come."

While everyone was talking outside the courthouse, a red Porsche 911 drove up. Chandler noticed immediately that he taunted Harrison Powell, who got out of the car in a suit and ties: "Hey, this time it's still a good time." Bring a secretary, finally someone is doing business~”

Instead, a young woman in a professional suit got out of the passenger seat, holding a document, and it looked like she was doing secretary work.

"Harrison, the confession is on my desk, you'd better think again."

reminded the bald prosecutor.

That's right!

The plea deal is at it again.

The ubiquitous revolving doors in the world of American dramas are also fully exposed from the title. Although the bald prosecutor regards Harrison Powell as an evil devil, they are actually acquaintances and their personal relationship is not bad.

Prosecutors and lawyers can be transformed into each other.

Many well-known lawyers start out as prosecutors, because this can quickly cultivate contacts in the court and prosecutor system, and these connections will play a decisive role when they leave to become lawyers for wealthy people.

When the lawyer becomes famous, he will have the opportunity to change jobs and become a judge.

The real thing is that the plaintiff, the defendant, and the referee are all mine. How can you fight me?
"What do you think?"

Harrison Powell looked at Chuck playfully.

"I think you should accept it."

Chuck said calmly.

"Ha ha."

Harrison Powell smiled and squinted at the bald prosecutor: "I also give you a choice, that is to abandon the case, apologize to my client, and save some money for the taxpayers. This condition is very good, Charlie. "

Speaking of this, he stretched out his index finger and middle finger and pointed at his eyes, with a face full of jokes: "I swear that everything I'm telling you is the truth, see you inside."

"Too arrogant."

Jane said angrily: "Chuck, you must teach him a lesson!"

To testify and defend in the court is to swear to tell the truth. Telling lies is against the law. The other party is clearly lying, but they can use the guise of the law and mockingly say that they will strictly abide by the law of telling the truth. This is just so infuriating.

"Lessons are learned, not spoken."

Chuck was expressionless.

"what!!!"

Jane yelled frantically, stepped on her high heels and went in first.

"What's up with her?"

Director Randy Tischer looked at Jane's leaving back inexplicably.

"Probably because I didn't sleep last night."

Chandler shrugged.

"Why didn't you sleep all night?"

Director Randy Tischer was puzzled: "Is it because of today's trial?"

"Are you serious?"

Chandler looked at Randy who was naturally dumbfounded, and complained, "You don't even know?"

"What do I know?"

Director Randy Tischer became more and more confused: "Is it any big news? I went to bed early, and you know that when people reach middle age, they often feel powerless."

"...how did I know?"

Chandler paused, mocking himself and teasing: "Well, I'm also middle-aged... It would be great if everyone was like you, but it's a pity that some people didn't have a chance to sleep at all last night, old friend [-]% off , even if you die, you have to rush, not to mention Chuck is like this, he will not be the one who died... He is invincible even in single-handed and group fights!"

"Oh."

Director Randy Tischer suddenly realized.

"You still don't understand, do you?"

Chandler saw right through him.

Commissioner Randy Tischer smiled wryly.

Chandler walked in, shaking his head and putting his arms around him.

Court opens.

Director Randy Tischer went to the witness stand first, and the bald prosecutor began to present the case by asking questions in front of the jury: "Director Randy Tischer, can you describe to the jury what happened on March 3? thing?"

"Ok."

Director Randy Tischer nodded: "At eight o'clock in the morning on March 3, we received a call to the police saying that someone had died unnaturally, and the housekeeper found the body..."

After explaining the development of the case, the bald prosecutor asked again: "Director, when did you first suspect that Evan Gold killed his wife?"

"The first time after arriving at the scene."

Commissioner Randy Tischer put it bluntly: "After all, everyone knows that most of the suspects in wife killings are husbands."

Seeing the bald prosecutor winking at him, he paused: "Of course Dr. Chuck Wolf came over later, and verified the correctness of this common sense through various inferences and discoveries..."

"Thank you, Chief."

After the bald prosecutor finished asking, he motioned for Harrison Powell to come forward and ask: "Defense lawyer, it's your turn to ask."

Harrison Powell stood up, buttoned up his custom-made suit, and put the facts to rest: "That's a really good story, Commissioner Randy Tischer, I won't take up too much time, I only have a few Question, is your advisor, Dr. Chuck Wolf, a trained psychologist?"

"No, but he's smarter than any psychologist I've ever met!"

Director Randy Tischer said this with admiration: "In handling cases, I think only Detective Amon can compare with him, but in other fields, no one is smarter than him."

"So he's not a trained psychologist!"

Harrison Powell interrupted: "You say yes or no?"

"……He is not."

Commissioner Randy Tischer frowned, telling the truth.

"very good."

Harrison Powell said with a smile: "So before there is any evidence, you put the target of suspicion on my client based on the inherent impression that the husband killed his wife, and then let a consultant who openly conflicted with my client speculate My client's 'crime story'?"

"That's just a very reasonable and normal speculation, and we have obtained solid evidence from the speculation."

Randy Tischer said.

"We'll talk about your so-called 'evidence' later."

When Harrison Powell talked about the evidence, he made double quotation marks with his hands: "Let's go back to the question just now, you said that is a very normal and reasonable speculation? Because you have so-called 'common sense'?"

"Yes."

Commissioner Randy Tischer nodded.

"Okay, tell us what happened to your hands?"

Harrison Powell's eyes fell on Chief Randy Tischer's hands, which were still bandaged.

"it is good!"

Director Randy Tischer immediately proudly said that he personally verified Chuck's deduction.

"Ok."

Harrison Powell interrupted Commissioner Randy Tischer, who was still about to chatter, and looked around the judge and jury: "So obviously you can use it, but you have to try it with your hands, and it's your hands." This is where common sense comes from?"

The jury has already had some laughter.

The bald prosecutor raised his forehead directly, and the jury's laughter and weird eyes were obviously guided by Harrison Powell... Well, he was guided to discover that Commissioner Randy Tischer is a natural fool The facts of the goods.

This is not good!

Big bad!
For ordinary witnesses, this may be no problem, and it may even win the trust of the jury and the judge, thinking that this is a very simple and honest person.

But for a police chief who leads a criminal case, this honesty is not a bonus, but will only make the judge and jury doubt his ability, and then corroborate Harrison Powell's statement in disguise.

"I verified it wrong?"

Commissioner Randy Tischer still didn't understand why, so he asked straightforwardly: "Many things are not as simple as they seem on the surface. If you can see them with your eyes and use them as evidence, then what are we doing now? I personally verified all of them. Possibility, isn't that bad?"

The jury laughed.

The jury system in American dramas is randomly selected, which is an obligation that citizens must fulfill, so the jurors are all ordinary people.

Their way of looking at things is not professional, but quite amateurish. What they want is to judge guilt or innocence from the perspective of ordinary people.

But this also brought about a problem. Without training, it was impossible for them to hold back their laughter in the face of Director Randy Tischer, who was so natural and naive.

Now being asked such a rhetorical question by Director Randy Tischer, I suddenly felt a little 'the clown is myself', and I couldn't laugh.

Yes!
Commissioner Randy Tischer bleeds his hands to verify that the glass hole won't pass through adult hands, looks stupid!
But in the world of American TV dramas where the law is so strong, the style of a lawyer who picks words and sticks out can really make a situation where you only stretch out one hand and try to prove that you can't prove it with two hands.

"Okay, let's get back to business."

Harrison Powell interrupts the vibe: "How did Dr. Chuck Wolf figure out where the fight was going?"

"The location of the fight?"

Commissioner Randy Tischer was taken aback.

"Correct."

Harrison Powell laughed: "How did he know the fight was there and not in... say the foyer?"

"Uh."

Commissioner Randy Tischer froze for a moment.

The corner of Harrison Powell's mouth curled up, and he asked, "Director Randy Tischer, were you there when the fight happened?"

"Do not."

Commissioner Randy Tischer shook his head.

"And was your advisor, Dr. Chuck Wolf, there?"

Harrison Powell laughed.

"Do not."

Chief Randy Tischer sensed something was wrong, glanced at the helpless bald prosecutor, and could only tell the truth.

"So, Commissioner Randy Tischer, is there a possibility that the fight actually took place in the foyer or something?"

Harrison Powell stepped forward and asked urgently.

"Yes, it is possible."

Commissioner Randy Tischer pursed his lips and told the truth.

"Very well, my question is over."

Harrison Powell turned back directly: "We can proceed to the next session."

This is also the most commonly used routine in court trials. Constantly questioning, even if you know that this possibility is almost impossible, but as long as the other party dare not be 100% sure, then you can only answer according to his thoughts, and give the jury members who are pure passers-by an answer. There is an illusion that the police and prosecutors are likely to be wrong.

But the truth is, the only certainty in this world is uncertainty!

Nothing can be 100% sure!
out of court.

The three of Chuck are waiting to testify in court.

"So, rough night huh?"

Chandler endured it for a long time. After all, he didn't like this kind of silence, and began to tease again: "Monica didn't come back last night..."

Under Jane's black-faced stare, the rest of the words were choked up, and she didn't dare to go on. She looked away, looked at Chuck who was sitting in the middle with a calm face, and couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

Jane bent down and lowered her head, inserted her hands into her full head of hair, and fell into deep regret.

Facing Monica yesterday, although it was embarrassing and embarrassing at first, she always felt that Monica was a normal person, so when she faced Monica after Chuck said that, her attitude changed drastically. Jane felt that she understood Monica Ka is trying to involve crazily and lower the bottom line to force her back.

But is she the type to be afraid of introversion?

So she bit the bullet and rolled up.

But before she could react, Monica went straight up and made a serious move, not to Chuck but to her... She was scared away.

After leaving the apartment and returning to her car, she drove for a while, and was blown by the cold wind, and she began to wonder if she had been fooled by Monica's extreme pressure.

How can a normal person change so much before and after!

Correct!
Rival Monica must be playing psychological tactics with her, similar to a game of chicken, whoever confesses first loses!
She wanted to understand, but instead of going back to her apartment, she drove the car directly into the villa on the mountainside. She wanted to see who was the coward, and she was absolutely sure that the one who finally confessed must be Monica!

Then, there is no more... The clown was actually herself, but it was a pity that she, who was forced to go to Liangshan at that time, could only cry with her neck in pain: "If I had known she was coming, I would not have come."

"Out."

At this moment the courtroom door opened, Commissioner Randy Tischer came out, and Chandler asked, "How is it?"

"Not bad... at first."

Director Randy Tischer nodded, and then changed his voice: "Dr. Wolf, it's up to you."

"Ah."

Chuck nodded and stood up, walking towards the courtroom.

in court.

"...so I concluded that Evan Gold had a motive, a means, and a time to kill."

Facing the question from the bald prosecutor, Chuck explained the case without haste.

"I'm fine."

"Dr. Wolf, on behalf of the people of New Jersey, I want to thank you for sharing your perspective," the balding prosecutor said.

"It's not an opinion, it's a fact."

Chuck said bluntly.

"Defense lawyer, it's your turn."

The bald prosecutor walked back, beckoning Harrison Powell to step forward.

"Dr. Wolf, first of all I would also like to thank you for sharing your so-called 'truth' with us."

Harrison Powell stretched out his index and middle fingers again to make a quotation mark, and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, I want to take a moment to reorganize your testimony."

"It only takes a little time to reorganize every sentence of testimony?"

Chuck asked back.

"……what?"

Harrison Powell's smile faltered.

"Aren't you going to revisit all my testimony, not letting go of every word?"

Chuck looked at him: "This is not a little time in your mouth, are you sure you will practice every word you swore in court to be true?"

Both judge and jury looked over.

The bald prosecutor's eyes lit up.

"Oh I see."

Harrison Powell was caught off guard for a second when Chuck saw through his subsequent thoughts and remarks, but after all, he was known as the number one criminal lawyer on the East Coast. He adjusted his mentality in an instant, and changed the subject with a smile: " This is what you call deduction..."

Speaking of this, he looked around at the jury members, opened his hands and joked, "Or should I say mind reading?"

"It's logical deduction and micro-expression analysis."

Chuck corrected.

"Micro-expression analysis?"

Harrison Powell sneered and said, "That's still mind reading, but in fact, whether it's mind reading or micro-expression analysis, it's just guessing by brain power. If you were asked to guess the color of my socks, you wouldn't know How much better than a psychic!"

"It is indeed a mental guess."

Chuck nodded: "But as long as the brain is strong enough, micro-expression analysis is far more effective than machine lie detection, and it's not much worse than the so-called mind reading. As for your socks, they are charcoal gray."

Harrison Powell, who was sneering, smiled, met everyone's eyes, stretched out his legs, pulled up his trousers, revealing his charcoal gray socks, and laughed at himself: "Let's take a look, it's quite a guess." Accurate, or good observation skills, but I still want to say, hey! Don't stare at my lower body!"

As soon as this remark came out, many people laughed out loud.

"You match the color of your socks to your suit to make it look taller."

Chuck said calmly: "You still wear inner height increase, and the soles of your shoes have been changed. Others think you are very frugal, and you may also use the slogan of environmental protection, but the fact is that you have encountered a financial crisis, and the Rolex you are wearing is Fake, because the real one was pawned off by you to pay off the debt, and it was a horse betting loss!"

Harrison Powell, who had always been at ease, could no longer hold back his smile, and stared blankly at Chuck for several seconds, without the arrogance that he could immediately fight back when encountering any obstacles at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)