Extraordinary Pedigree.

The first witness was brought up, this witness was a lame old man, dressed in rags, the old man limped to the witness stand, he walked very slowly, the distance that ordinary people can cover in more than ten seconds was stiff It took almost 1 minute to walk.

"Mr. Jim, can I trouble you to repeat the testimony you gave earlier in court?"

"no problem."

The old man named Jim nodded his head excitedly. The old man looked around and found that he had attracted everyone's attention, so he stretched out his hand and straightened his collar.

"Before this incident happened, I had already set up a nest near Colin's house. Everyone knows that only the slums don't dislike us. My nest was next to Colin's house. I heard A second after little Colin said 'I'm going to kill you', I heard something fall."

"I didn't feel right at the time, so I ran out of the nest I built out of cardboard boxes, and then crossed the road to Colin's downstairs in less than half a minute."

"When I arrived at the scene, I found that old Colin was lying on his back in a large-character trash can on the side of the road, with a knife stuck in his chest, bright red blood spraying out, and the whole green The trash can was stained with blood, and then I saw the back of a young man running away in a hurry."

Jim finished telling the court what he had seen and heard, and after hearing the old man's words, everyone in the court looked at the defendant Colin with a trial look, and there were already many people in the jury seats. I made a choice in my heart for the next vote.

At this moment in the gallery, Xia Xiu, who had been keeping an eye on the courtroom, couldn't help frowning slightly, his golden eyes scanning the old man suspiciously.

So excited, so fluent, and so articulate, few witnesses would have given such an eminently logical testimony without the guidance and help of court staff.

The old man in front of him seemed to be an orator who prepared his speech in advance, and he was also a performer who enjoyed the attention of others.

"You nonsense, I didn't have any at that time!!!"

Colin, who was on the defendant's seat, retorted suddenly with an agitated expression. He moved his body outward as he spoke. It seemed that he was going to attack the old man on the witness stand. The nearby police officers quickly restrained him. .

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The presiding judge on the judge's bench raised his gavel and knocked. He said to Colin seriously:

"Mr. Colin, please keep quiet and don't interrupt the witnesses. This is a court. If there is another time, I will treat you as contempt of court!"

Colin also realized something at this time, so he stopped his actions resentfully.

This unexpected episode made many people in the court believe that the other party was the murderer. At this time, the trial process of the court was still going on, and the second witness, Mrs. Alice, soon followed in court.

Mrs. Alice is an elderly lady. Her hair has been stained with age. Her eyes seem to be hard to see. So when she walks in, her eyes are always squinted. She usually wears glasses. It can be seen from the deep eyeglass indentation on the bridge of her nose.

"Mrs. Alice, can I trouble you to repeat your testimony in court again?"

"Okay...well, I remember that I had insomnia at home on the day of the incident. I was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, so I planned to open the window to get some air. Unexpectedly, when I opened the window, I saw... I saw two people wrestling together, and one of them seemed to be holding a knife."

"The two were also on the window at the time, and the knife-wielding man finally stabbed the knife into the chest of another person, my God! It was so terrifying!" Mrs. Alice said in a horrified tone.

After Mrs. Alice finished her testimony, many people present strengthened their earlier judgment. The young man in front of him was the bastard who killed his father!

Soon, the trial proceeded to the third process: questioning the appraiser.

"I, I, I really don't have it. By the way, there should be fingerprints on it. If you don't have fingerprints, you dare to say that I am..."

"Heh, fingerprints, whoever commits a crime won't wash off his fingerprints now."

"And coincidentally, Paul Colin, you also have the same switchblade. People who haunt the slums must have some protective equipment, right?"

A judge interrupted Colin as if premeditated.

Colin turned his head stiffly and stared at the judges, and then he saw the judges take out a transparent sealed bag with a switchblade inside.

"The handle of this knife has been wiped with a soft, lint-free cloth. I would like to ask Mr. Colin about this."

The judges stared at Colin who was sweating profusely and asked slowly:
"Where did your knife go?"

After listening to the judge's words, Colin's face turned pale.

"I lost my knife a long time ago..."

"Then do you know where you lost it?"

"I, I... don't know."

Colin replied falteringly, but many people present shook their heads about his performance, and the dead ducks were stubborn.

The court investigation was soon over.

After the court investigation was over, the presiding judge immediately organized a trial debate, and the victim's attorney, the prosecutor, the defendant and his defender spoke in turn.

In this debate, the defendant was basically suppressed and beaten, and the defender directly sliced ​​Colin's past in front of everyone:

A typical slum family ethics drama, the mother chose to leave them because she couldn't bear the alcoholic and gambler's bad father, and the young Colin naturally lived with his bad father up.The subsequent experience is also very classic. Little Colin has been in the domestic violence of his bad father for a long time. After he was a little older, he began to rebel against his father. Quarrels are common for them. His neighbors all It was said that something would happen to the father and son sooner or later, and as they expected, something really happened to old Colin.

With this layer of experience and various previous testimony and evidence, the defense directly made Colin's attorney speechless.

As time went by, the court debate procedure was also announced to be over.

After the debate procedure is over, the presiding judge shall order the clerk of the felony court to keep the case file, but retain the transfer of the case ruling for collegial deliberation.

"Next, there will be an adjournment." Everyone, according to the procedure, all jury members need to stand up with me and read the precepts. "The presiding judge said to the jurors on the jury in the courtroom.

The twelve jurors who had been waiting for a long time naturally stood up, and they read the precepts together with the presiding judge with solemn expressions.

"The law does not ask the judges to form the reasons for their self-confidence, nor does the law prescribe certain rules for judges and make them have to rely on this rule to determine whether a certain piece of evidence is complete and sufficient. The law only requires them to be calm, concentrate, and rely on themselves The honesty and conscience of the judges, relying on their own reason, forming impressions and making judgments based on the evidence of guilt and the reasons for defense. The law only asks them a question that summarizes all the duties of judges: Have you formed inner convictions?"

The jury system itself embodies a part of procedural justice: due process of law embodies the basic requirements of justice, and procedural due process embodies the basic concept of procedural justice.

One of the core points of the system is: rather than let a thousand go, don't kill one by mistake!
Judges interpret the law, while juries decide guilt or innocence; in this way, the decision rests with the people, not the state apparatus.

After the precepts were announced, the presiding judge ordered the defendant to be escorted out of the courtroom, and ordered the chief security guard of the court to send people to guard all the doors of the collegiate room.No one, for whatever reason, is allowed to enter the collegiate room without the permission of the presiding judge.

The presiding judge brought twelve jurors of the jury to the collegiate room, which was only separated from the courtroom by a wall. On the wall of the collegiate room, there was a precept printed in big bold letters. The precepts they proclaim.

"Here, I will communicate with you and answer all the questions you raised. You will also communicate with each other, evaluate the evidence, and gradually form your inner conviction. You can read the necessary technical appraisal materials in court." The presiding judge He patiently introduced it to the twelve jurors.

"In order to facilitate communication in the future, we now mark the serial numbers clockwise according to the round table, and divide them into NO.12 from right to left."

Valente glanced at the seat he was sitting at, No. [-].

"Now conduct the first collegiate meeting on the defendant: whether the defendant is guilty or not." The presiding judge opened the prelude to the vote.

"Now all the evidence has been clearly stated, it is this bastard who killed his father!" Number three on the round table expressed his meaning directly.

"Indeed." Number Nine echoed.

"Hurry up and vote, there is my favorite show tonight." Number Seven said impatiently.

The entire collegial room has made the collegiate vote quite clear. They have determined that Paul Colin is the murderer of this homicide. He killed his father during the quarrel. They don't think this case needs to be bothered. to discuss.

And just when everyone thought the result had been determined, someone raised an objection.

"We are still not sure that this child is the murderer in this case. Everyone, you only have one life. If we are wrong, he will leave this world forever."

Everyone looked at the speaker. His serial number was No. [-], and the speaker was Valente Bernard.

"The evidence is so strong that it wasn't him who did the murder!" NO.12 said loudly, he was a strong man.

"No, on the contrary, there are too many doubts in this case."

Valente immediately shook his head and said that he did not know when there was an extra file in his hand. Everyone present tried to recall it, and found that No. [-] did not go to the file area to get the file just now.

This document was indeed not obtained by Valente, but by Xia Xiu, who has been following him with [weakened sense of presence]. The information given to Valente is one of the suspicious points in the case.

Xia Xiu believed that Valente would be able to discover this doubt after watching it.

Valente did not disappoint Xia Xiu's trust in him. He laid the documents flat on the round table, then pointed to one of the reports above and said:
"Old Colin's height is 180cm, but Colin's height is only 177cm."

Valente's finger pointed to a photo again. This photo was taken by police officers at the scene of the crime scene about Old Colin: Old Colin was lying on the garbage full of garbage with his eyes wide open. On top of the barrel, a switchblade was stabbed diagonally down his chest.

"The position is wrong. Facing an enemy who is taller than him, the stabbing position of this knife is wrong. He should stab it obliquely." Valente said doubts to the other jurors present again.

After listening to Valente's words, some jurors fell into deep thought, but number seven, who was clearly agitated, replied dissatisfiedly:

"It's very easy to get this stabbing method."

Everyone looked at number seven, and then they saw that number seven was holding a pen as a knife, and then he motioned for Valente, who was number eight, to stand up.

Valente stood up cooperatively, and then his collar was pulled by Number Seven roughly, and then Number Seven "pierced" into Valente's chest with the pen capped tightly in his backhand.

"That's how it hurts." After the demonstration, No. [-] casually threw the pen on the round table.

when--

The pen hit the round table, shook up and down, and then calmed down.

"No, it's still not right."

The voice of dissent sounded again, and No. [-] was stunned, because it was not No. [-] beside him who raised the objection this time, but No. [-] in front of him. A pair of reading glasses.

"What's wrong?" Number Seven asked irritably.

"First of all, in terms of testimony, Mrs. Alice said that when he opened the window, he saw old Colin wrestling with someone, which proves that murder and old Colin had a fight. Old Colin is tall and burly. If murder Fighting with a knife in your back is a disadvantage no matter how you look at it.”

Elder No. [-] pushed his reading glasses, and then continued:

"Secondly, Paul Colin has been hanging around in the slums. He should be a good fighter. If he fights with someone whose size is different from his own, he should be holding a knife. A normal person will only use a switchblade when fighting. .”

"This..." No. [-] didn't know what to say for a while.

"Don't forget, everyone, Paul Colin has a switchblade that is exactly the same as the murder weapon." NO.12 on the side gave No. [-] an assist.

"It can't be such a coincidence, the murderer and the innocent have the same knife." NO.12 smiled smugly.

The pride of NO.12 did not last long, because the "annoying No. [-]" spoke again.

"An identical knife proves nothing."

when--

A switchblade that was exactly the same as the murder weapon was thrown on the round table by Valente, and everyone at the scene looked at Valente with a sudden change of expression.

"I bought it from a shop in the street next to the courthouse."

Valente stared at everyone present and said so.

The switchblade had indeed been taken from a shop in the street next to the courthouse, but he hadn't bought it.

In a place where no one could see, Xia Xiuxiu satisfiedly touched the dog who had walked over from the next door just now. He asked the dog to follow the knife from the next door. Before he and Valente came to the court, he had no intention of Zhong saw the switchblade on the knives display stand next door, so he asked the atomized Gouzi to return the knife just now.

You said it was a coincidence.