Sha Qing

The next day, Leo didn't go to court early in the morning. After some time in the courtroom, he quietly pushed in the door, walked to the back auditorium, and sat beside Rob. From here, you can clearly see the figure wearing a navy blue suit on the defendant's shoulders.

As if he noticed the eyes behind him, Sha Qing turned his head back suddenly, glanced at him, and then turned back again, almost as if a glimpse of surprise.

Leo didn't see his expression clearly, only to find that all the bandages on him had been removed. He knew how heavy he was, and the injury of killing the youth would not be healed for a short while.

He could go to court with a bandage in exchange for jury mercy and accuse law enforcement officials of abusing their powers. Why not do it? Leo thought indifferently.

The atmosphere was tense, and the eyes of the defense lawyer and the prosecutor occasionally met, and it was clear that they had been politely confronted.

Rob reached up to Leo's ears and lowered his voice to explain: "The defendant just admitted that he was killing a young man and admitted to killing twelve people. At present, the prosecution's argument is intentional murder, and the defense argument is just killing."

Cunning stood up and demanded to show evidence A to the judge and jury—a stack of deadly and terrifying pictures of dead bodies, the proud works of serial killers.

"No. This is information on other cases and has nothing to do with this case." Prosecutor Fanna immediately spoke.

"This is important evidence to understand the defendant's motive for the crime, and I think it has great relevance to this case."

Judge Linden rejected the prosecution's objections, the photos were sent to the jury, and twelve members of the jury showed shock, anger, sadness and sympathy.

Cunning arrived in front of the jury, and began to vocally and eloquently dismiss the serial killers' cruel, anti-social, and dehumanizing nature, and then summoned a victim's relative as a witness to ask the other party how they lost their relatives.

Fanna again objected: "The defense lawyer tried to influence the jury's judgment personally."

This time her objection was accepted, and the old black judge with white hair and a serious face warned the defense lawyer: "No emotional cards are allowed."

Cunningham accepted. Witnesses returned to the auditorium, but the jury's attitude had been faintly tilted.

When Fana saw the situation and seized the means of killing young people, she said that these methods were no different from serial killers. They were all bloody, cruel and inhuman.

Obviously, this is a fact. Canning was speechless and avoided a positive response. He claimed that the defendant was a devout Christian, deeply influenced by the Old Testament, and believed in "eye for an eye." These killings seemed to him like a religious precept, rather than by intention. This argument is barely tenable, but it is far-fetched and unconvincing.

Rob is very interested in the two sides of the sword, but Leo is lost, as if thinking is left in another space. It wasn't until the prosecutor called his name that he woke up to the witness stand.

"Tell the court your name, work?" The prosecutor asked.

"Leo Lawrence, serving the FBI's Criminal Division."

"In the past year, you have been ordered to hunt down serial killer-killers, that is, to kill youth, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"He frequently commits crimes. Why did it take you a full fifteen months to arrest him?"

Leo involuntarily glanced at the dock. Sha Qing is staring at him, with dark eyes like the midnight sea. Leo forced himself not to look away and looked at the other person, saying, "Because he is smart enough, he has a meticulous plan and a decisive start, leaving almost no trace."

Rob pondered these words in the auditorium-they looked like philosophical words, but in this place at this time, it seems that it will only have an adverse effect.

Fanna's mouth twitched slightly, and she continued to ask, "Compared to other killers you have hunted down, he is more cunning, better at escaping, and more sophisticated, right?"

"Yes."

"Last question: As the law enforcer who knows the defendant best, do you think he will definitely not harm anyone other than the suspected serial killer?"

Rob straightened his waist and leaned his head forward. This problem is a tricky trap. No one can absolutely guarantee the behavior of others, but once Leo gives a negative answer, it proves that in the eyes of front-line law enforcement officers who know the best about killing youth, he has the possibility of killing innocent people.

Leo realizes that the prosecutor has turned the debate to "socially harmful", in which he has a voice and authority that cannot be ignored.

He hesitated for a second, slowly spitting out a few words in a calm expression: "I can't make such a guarantee."

Fanna asked, "In other words, do you think it is possible-even if it has never been before, it is possible to start against the innocent in the future?"

"No!" Cunning called. "The prosecutor is subjective!"

But he took a beat. Leo has given a heavy answer: "... yes."

Even though the judge declared the objection valid, the testimony was not accepted, but the answer had thrown a weight on the jury, tilting their judgment balance to the prosecution.

When Sha Qing closed his eyes at this moment, when he opened it again, the surging emotions were perfectly suppressed by him.

"I'm done." The female prosecutor returned to her seat, turning around to cast a mocking glance at the defense lawyer.

When Canning looked at him before, Fanning deliberately showed a little thoughtful countermeasures, but at this time stood up with confidence, walked in front of Leo, and easily asked, "Excuse me, in the office of the FBI's Criminal Division. Is there any office reading? The one recommended by the Administrator and purchased at public expense? "

"No!" The prosecutor called. "The defense lawyer is wasting everyone's time."

"All my questions are closely related to the subject and will not be targeted." Canning retorted.

"Then you better get into the subject right away." Judge Linden warned again.

"Witnesses to answer my questions."

"Have."

Cunning asked the judge to show exhibit B. It was a stack of books, and the cover looked like a novel. "This is the work of suspicious detective novelist Roy Lee," Whisper at the Bed "and" Broken Wing "" Dead Butterfly " "The Ending Trilogy, they are also in your office reading, right?"

"Yes," Leo answered unknownly. He didn't know how this inexplicable question had anything to do with the case today.

The members of the jury also glanced at each other.

"The reason for recommending these readings is because it is related to your own job, and the reasoning methods and investigative methods in it are helpful for you to understand the psychology of criminals and enrich the investigative knowledge, right?"

"Yes," Leo admitted. Of course, it is related to my own work. Why not put "Playboy" in the bookcase, as to whether it helps, this is a opinion of opinion.

Canning showed a fleeting smile. "So, can you think that while the FBI is hunting and killing young people, at the same time using his works as auxiliary teaching materials to improve the level of detectives?"

The court was silent, and people seemed to be exhausting their brains to understand the amazing message in this sentence-a few seconds later, the auditorium was uproar! The jury began to whisper, and the female prosecutor narrowed her eyes, forgetting to put on her lips coated with red bean paste. Even the judge, who had always been calm, was surprised. After a while, he remembered to ring the hammer: "Silent!"

Leo whispered to Canning: "Sorry, what do you say-what?"

"Apply for exhibits C and D." Cunning took a deep breath. For this moment, he has been extremely excited and looking forward to it for a few days, and has practiced countless times, so that he cannot calm his inner excitement until now. As he opened the subway locker and took out the manuscript from his bag, he was almost shocked. He couldn't wait to go back to find the killing younger to verify, and then shouted and yelled for nothing, almost picked up the opponent in a circle, and was warned by the prison guard.

"Certificate C is a manuscript of a novel that has just finished and was handed to me by Sha Qing. The author is Roy Lee. Yes, this is his pen name. Evidence D is the manuscript handwriting and the publisher's previous preservation. A comparative appraisal of Roy · Lee's handwriting confirms that the two parties are indeed the same person. "

After receiving the evidence passed by the bailiff, the look of the judge and jury seemed to gradually fall from the void to the ground. It was unbelievable, but it had to be believed.

"The title of the new novel is" Life and Death Chess. "It is a suspicious detective story based on the Chicago Chess serial killing case two months ago. Whether or not they are involved in real cases play an important role. "

"Detective Lawrence," Canning turned to Leo's calm expression again. "I have a problem that I can't understand. In that case, you and your colleague Robrey Simon were attacked by two serial killers, and your cover colleague escaped. Go, captured, tortured, and imprisoned in the horrible castle of Holmes. In the case of serious injuries and inconvenience at the time, how did you escape from birth and bring down and kill two professional combatants? , Retired special forces murderer? Can you boast to judges and juries that you rely entirely on your own strength? "

Leo was silent. His brain was rumbling loudly, like a train tumbling because of a derailment, and was about to fall to pieces under the cliff. He stared blankly at his hands. The other party at the time was sitting below and face to face with him, but a few meters away, he could not face him squarely, condemning him with angry eyes-I let you go, the only time! In order to clarify you, I did not mention your presence in the report I submitted to my superior! And you, told the lawyer about this inside information, and became a weapon to attack me in court!

"Don't forget your oath when you pressed the Bible!" Cunning said in a loud tone.

"--No, I can't." Leo answered with a trembling voice.

"So, who is that person? Who is the one who helped you defeat the murderer, saved your life, and saved countless other potential victims of law enforcement?" Canning demanded fiercely.

Leo looked up in pain and despair, and closed his eyes.

"You can't answer directly. Please read the underlined passage in the reading—" As he said, Canning shoved the paper in front of him.

The black words on the white paper were shaking in the eyes, like dappled memory fragments, like sighs of blood and pain. Leo reads dryly:

"'Excellent, I think we can reach a temporary united front,' said the serial killer killer with a smile, 'that is, I'm safe for the time being, don't worry about you poking my back with a barrel and calling.' Don't move, raise your hands ', right?'

‘Before I caught the cavalry, yes. ’Federal agents promised cautiously. "

Canning asked, "Does this paragraph faithfully reproduce the scene at that time?"

"Yes," Leo answered mechanically.

"As a senior FBI agent, did you cooperate with Sha Qing? Is it a personal act, or was it given by the bureau?"

No, you guys want to pull me into the water, don't want to get into the game again! Leo quickly responded, "It has nothing to do with the Bureau of Investigation, this is completely my personal behavior!"

He answered too quickly and resolutely, so that in the eyes of a caring person, it became a self-evident desire.

Cunning passed a look to the jury, "Look, the shady is everywhere", saying with emotion and summative: "We have reason to believe that Agent Lawrence and Mr. Qing have reached some sort of joint hunt for serial killers. The oral agreement based on the former's identity, I can not guess which side the grantor came from. But obviously, the defendant took it seriously and thought that he was like a 'non-detective agent'. The positive attitude of service has led to a series of cases. "

Leo was forced into a desperate lion like a head, and with unusually sharp and gloomy glances, he swept across Cunning's proud standing position, and landed on the calm and calm face of Fang Qing.

From entering the court by himself, until now, Sha Qing has not spoken and said a word, but he has controlled the overall situation with a huge force that has been planned for a long time, unexpectedly, and resolutely suppressed.

The prosecutor stood up, panic-stricken, and told the judge, "The prosecutor applied for a 48-hour adjournment!"

The old black judge Shen Sheng said, "Agree to adjourn the court." With a hammer, the media reporters in the auditorium almost coaxed and rushed towards their position as quickly as possible.

Cunning came to happily and embraced the young man, saying in his ear: "It's incredible ... we will win, I believe!"

"The one who wins is only you." Murdered the murmur.

Canning took this as a novelty compliment and smiled brighter and brighter.

Leo almost tripped over the corner of the table as he walked down the witness stand. Rob rushed forward to support him.

"Rob."

Rob heard his dark-haired partner call his name softly.

"I know, I know, it's not your fault ... It's a shameless trap, a deliberate conspiracy, and it's impossible to prevent ..." He tried to comfort him as hard as he could, and he never hated killing youth like this Ruthless.

"Rob," Leo said in an unusually calm, calm tone, "I don't want to lose my career. I have nothing else."

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