The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 496 Just one sentence, disgusting!Pooh!nausea!

"Don't even think about blowing your ass!"

Seeing that Chuck didn't speak, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had guessed right.

This is impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

"It's not fried beard."

Chuck reminded straightforwardly.

"Are you serious?"

The African-American female lawyer looked at Chuck incomprehensibly: "You would rather give benefits to the culprit than give a poor woman a plea bargain with a reduced sentence, you..."

Speaking of this, she didn't say the phrase 'discriminatory towards women' that is most often used to label people in the future.

"Who told you that sending him to a women's prison is a welfare?"

Chuck looked at her blankly: "No way? No way? What age is it, and you still have this kind of discrimination against women?"

"... Am I discriminating against women?"

The African-American female lawyer's face turned darker, and she almost laughed angrily.

Ok!

She didn't cap Chuck, and Chuck capped her backhand.

"Isn't it?"

Chuck looked at her calmly: "If you don't discriminate against women, why do you subconsciously feel that the perpetrators must be men? Are women necessarily inferior to men in terms of strength, unable to resist or even commit violence against men?
Is the money in the rich woman happy ball really that easy to earn?

The death cases of the queen's life and death whip have come one after another, so that there is a professional template for the exemption agreement like the prenuptial agreement.

Do these men who have been played to death really think that it is a blessing to have the opportunity to enter the women's prison? "

"That's different."

The African-American female lawyer frowned, shook her head and said, "Whether it's the rich woman's happy ball or the queen's life-and-death whip, they are all based on the absolute power derived from women's control of absolute money.

Rohenstein didn't need to make this money, so naturally he didn't have to suffer this crime. "

She said so, but when it came to whether Chuck was bluffing her, she changed from 'impossible, absolutely impossible' to 'possible, totally possible' in her heart.

Because the cognitive basis of 'impossible, absolutely impossible' is to let the culprit enter the women's prison as an extremely lustful man, which is definitely a benefit.

But now, according to Chuck's explanation, this kind of man entering the women's prison, in addition to having great benefits, is also absolutely dangerous.

It will even be miserable.

After all, the culprit may not need to earn this money, nor succumb to the absolute power and absolute obedience derived from this money, but in prison, he can still obtain absolute power and absolute obedience without paying money.

Although relatively speaking, the probability of misery and danger is much smaller than that of welfare.

But still the same sentence, the detective Chuck with money ability, as long as he wants to, can completely make small probability events happen inevitably.

And based on what she knew about Detective Chuck, he should have wanted to do this.

In this case, her original cognitive foundation will naturally collapse, and she has to look at this matter from Chuck's perspective.

Instead of giving benefits to the culprit, this made her feel a lot better, but at the same time, it also meant that she might not be able to obtain a prosecution and defense deal for her client to reduce the sentence, which made her very frustrated and unwilling.

"I think your client has the right to know and the right to make decisions."

The African-American assistant prosecutor reminded with a smile.

"Is it true that you can't make any concessions?"

The African-American female lawyer glanced at the three of them, and realized that she had the obligation and responsibility to inform her client of such important information. She turned around and left with her briefcase. When she reached the door, she turned and looked at Chuck.

"Of course there are concessions."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "Plead guilty and testify completely. The prosecution does not recommend the maximum sentence. The judge can sentence him as he pleases. You should know."

"..."

The African-American female lawyer left speechless.

Of course she knew about this so-called concession.

This is not a plea bargain.

A full plea to testify should be a lenient punishment without Chuck's "concession".

"Do you really think Mrs. Rohenstine will fully confess to that statement?"

The African-American assistant prosecutor looked at Chuck and asked with a smile.

"This is not a question sentence!"

Chuck said frankly, "I'm sure."

"why?"

The African-American assistant prosecutor was puzzled: "Is it because she is mentally ill and has a pathological possessive desire for her husband?"

"You're not mentally ill, otherwise you wouldn't be asking such questions."

Chuck said blankly.

"..."

The African-American assistant prosecutor wanted to say something, but in Chuck's eyes, he suddenly understood.

He thinks he knows what mental illness is like. He has heard from experts and has seen many mental illnesses with his own eyes.

But these cognitions are superficial 'common sense', and even some cognitions are subconscious cognitions of 'I don't want you to think, I want me to think'.

So he is not qualified to say what to do and what not to do to a mental patient.

But Chuck is completely different... Chuck is the most qualified person to say these words.

Ok.

Still have to trust the judgment of the experts!
Facts have proved that the God of Detective Chuck, whether it is the God of Detective or the God of psychosis, is the real God!
two hours later.

Riker Island Prison.

reception area.

"I plead guilty, I plead guilty, I don't want my baby to go to a women's prison, absolutely not!"

After the African-American female lawyer relayed Chuck's threat, Mrs. Rohenstine immediately said that she would accept this, and then became more and more excited.

"Don't get excited, I know."

The African-American female lawyer comforted her with a wry smile, and at the same time signaled to stop the actions that the prison guards stepped forward to intervene because Mrs. Ronstein, who was a prisoner, was too excited.

"I'll call and inform you of my decision."

Facing the intense stare of Mrs. Rohenstine with nervous eyes and madness, the African-American female lawyer also understood that Detective Chuck was Detective Chuck after all. She shook her head and took out her mobile phone to call Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone. : "Can you come here? We agreed to testify."

"We're at the door."

The voice of Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone came from the other end of the phone. Under the stunned eyes of the African-American female lawyer, the door of the reception area was opened, and Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone and the African-American Assistant Prosecutor came in .

"you!"

The African-American female lawyer put down her mobile phone with a bad expression on her face.

"Do not misunderstand."

The African-American assistant prosecutor explained: "Chuck asked us to come here early. We just believed his judgment. The fact is that he is indeed right, isn't it?"

"..."

Only then did the African-American female lawyer realize that after she left, Chuck had two prosecutors follow her back and forth. How confident she was.

"Can we chat with our witnesses about the details of the case?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone reminded.

It's not a prosecution and defense deal, let alone confrontation and compromise, so there is no need to meet and talk at all, it only needs a phone call to settle it.

The reason why they came here on purpose was to let Mrs. Rohenstein, one of the defendants, help them go through the case again as a witness, so that she could better sue Dr. Rohenstein when she appeared in court tomorrow.

Of course, it is not good to talk about these contents on the phone, and it is more appropriate to talk face-to-face.

"I said, I said everything, don't put my baby in the women's prison, he is mine..."

Facing Mrs. Rohenstine's performance of still being so excited by Chuck's threat, the three of them looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Thanks to the three self-proclaimed elite lawyers, they didn't expect that they all ignored the power of Chuck's words before.

The power of one word is so terrifying!

The next day.

The trial begins.

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone first applied for the female doctor who was reminded by Chuck to testify in court for the physical examination of the little girl Didi.

When she proved that Didi had indeed been molested, there was an uproar in the courtroom, and it was only after the judge struck the gavel continuously that it returned to calm.

But not to mention the audience and the jury, even professional judges who are used to crimes must make great efforts to restrain their disgust for the defendant, Dr. Rohenstein.

"Your Honor, the prosecution requests that Mrs. Carla Rohenstein testify in court."

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone filed.

"allow!"

The judge agreed without hesitation.

Accompanied by an African-American female lawyer, Mrs. Rohenstein walked in, placed her hand on the Bible and took an oath according to the procedure, and sat on the witness stand.

But before the questioning began, Mrs. Rohenstein looked eagerly at her husband in the dock, and called affectionately: "My dear, my dear."

It's a pity that in the face of this call, the husband bowed his head as the defendant and didn't even look at her.

Seeing that there was no response to the affectionate shout, Mrs. Rohenstein stood up excitedly from the witness stand, stretched out a hand to her husband, and made a classic Vulkan gesture, her voice was crying and flustered, and she continued to call :"Honey?"

Seeing this scene, the audience was in an uproar again.

Under the gaze of the judge, Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone could only rush over to appease and remind Mrs. Rohenstein to be a qualified witness.

In the midst of the turmoil, the African-American assistant prosecutor stepped forward quickly, blocking Mrs. Ronstein's view of her husband, and then reminded her in a low voice to look at Chuck in the gallery.

Mrs. Rohenstine, who was showing some signs of madness because her precious husband didn't respond to her, exchanged glances with Chuck, who was expressionless, and then calmed down instantly, and sat back obediently.

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone secretly gave his partner a thumbs up for his quickness and decisiveness, glanced at the real hero in the gallery, complained helplessly in his heart, and then began to ask questions: "Mrs. Rohenstein, tell me Court, why did you hit your daughter so hard that she wounded and died?"

"I was so delirious from the drugs that I didn't realize I was exerting so much force."

Mrs Rohenstein explained.

"Then why are you doing this?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone asked the question on everyone's mind.

This is my own daughter.

Not adopted.

"my husband."

Mrs. Rohenstein timidly glanced at Chuck in the gallery, took a deep breath and said truthfully, "He persuaded me to do this."

"She's completely insane!"

The defendant, who had been unwilling to talk to his wife, could no longer control his violent temper, and stood up and shouted.

"Mr. Ronstein, if you yell again, I'll ask the bailiff to put shackles on you!"

The judge sternly shouted.

The defendant's defense lawyer quickly pushed his client back.

It is not a big deal to go to court in shackles, what is important is that the act itself conveys the attitude of the judge who can decide the fate of his client.

"Did your husband tell you why he wanted you to beat Diddy?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone took a few steps to block the defendant's menacing gaze at his wife.

"He said we all had to learn the rules."

Mrs. Rohenstine, who was on the witness stand, replied: "He thought Dee Dee would grow up to be like her mother, and he wanted her to be a perfect wife, just like me."

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone certainly understood what she was talking about, but he still pretended not to understand, and asked Mrs. Rohenstine to speak more clearly, lest some members of the jury could not understand.

"Who does he want Dee Dee to be the perfect wife?"

"He said he wanted Dee Dee to be a perfect wife, just like me!"

Mrs. Rohenstine took a deep breath. She still knew some etiquette and shame when her addiction didn't strike. It was really hard for her to say these words: "He wants me to train her so that we can serve him together in the future. He hopes that Di Dee was the perfect wife for him, just like me!"

The audience was in an uproar again!

This kind of thing may not be so extremely rare in the United States. Many people have heard of it, but it is still very rude to say it in public. It is shocking and unbearable.

"Has he ever harassed Dee Dee?"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone pressed.

"No! Your Honor, this has nothing to do with what happened that night!"

The defendant's defense lawyer couldn't sit still any longer, and hurriedly stood up to object.

"Objection is invalid, answer this question!"

Without Ben Stone's rebuttal, the judge rejected it directly, and let the defendant's defense lawyer sit down helplessly.

The judge's tendencies are already too obvious.

The case is most likely over.

"It shouldn't be considered harassment."

Even at this moment, Mrs. Rohenstein, who was guided by the calf and the psychiatrist husband to distort and collapse her three views, still tried to defend her husband: "I mean, he loves her, he just wants to find a way to express his feelings." Love."

Executive Assistant Prosecutor Ben Stone stopped asking questions, walked towards the defendant with a livid face, stared at him, and then returned to his seat, indicating that he was done asking.

The defense lawyer of the defendant immediately got up and walked to the witness stand after being reminded by the defendant's whisper, and cross-examined: "Kara, how often do you take calf? Are you addicted to calf?"

"No, this is qualitative!"

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone immediately objected.

"The objection is valid."

The judge immediately backed it.

The defendant's defense lawyer could only stop asking this question, took two steps to adjust, and continued to ask: "Kara, your neighbors said that when your family went out, Didi always walked hand in hand with your father. , never walking with you, they all find it strange that the distance between mother and daughter is so far."

"I wanted to hold her hand, but she didn't want to."

Mrs. Rohenstein on the witness stand finally remembered that Didi was her daughter, and when she talked about her daughter's attitude of avoiding snakes and scorpions towards her mother, she finally had a sad look.

"Because she's afraid of you when you're addicted, isn't she?"

asked the defense attorney.

"Objection! This is to induce a witness."

Executive Assistant U.S. Attorney Ben Stone rose again to object.

He knew that the defense lawyers wanted to make Mrs. Rohenstine, a key witness, an obscene drug addict psychopath, so that the jury would doubt her testimony emotionally and intellectually.

"invalid objection."

The judge took one look at Ben Stone, but did not take his side again.

no way.

Although he also dislikes the extreme disgust of the defendant, as a judge, he cannot wantonly express his emotions and tendencies.

Otherwise, even if the defendant was convicted in this trial, once the defendant appeals, his attitude of favoring the prosecution has been recorded in the court of appeal. It is easy for the court of appeal to declare the result of the trial invalid for not following the procedure. of.

(End of this chapter)