Zhou Lin

Juror No. 1's narrative ends.

The "first document" he was reading was divided into two parts.

The first half is an official backup of the "Sunshine Juvenile Behavior Correction Center Massacre", based on the investigation report submitted by Lieutenant Mark Scram of EAS. Basically... nothing was found.

The second half describes the truth about the case from a third-person perspective. Of course, it did not mention the incident between Yingwei and Xian Xiaoxiao, and there was no description of the psychological activities of the parties involved; it only stated the incident in a style close to "reporting".

Therefore, it did not take much time to finish reading this report. Within ten minutes, Juror No. 1 put down the I-PEN in his hand.

Then, the people at the table fell into silence again.

But this time, the silence didn't last long as Juror No. 10 quickly broke it.

"Aren't you going to say something?" He turned his attention to Juror No. 5 and suddenly asked.

This juror No. 5 is none other than Che Wuchen.

"Are you talking to me?" Che Wuchen looked back without changing his expression and asked.

"Isn't this nonsense?" No. 10 asked again, "As the person involved, don't you have anything to add to this matter... Agent Che?"

As soon as he said these last three words, several people immediately turned to look at Che Wuchen; however, there were still several people who remained unmoved, and some even sneered.

"Do you know me?" Che Wuchen answered the other party's question with another question.

"Ha! Of course I know you." No. 10 smiled, "I basically know all the people at the table in front of me, but you don't know me."

As soon as he said this, everyone could turn their attention to him again.

This No. 10 is a very conspicuous person because... he looks like a dwarf.

The reason why I say "looks like" is because there are also differences.

If I have to describe it, Juror No. 10 looks like a little boy under ten years old, but with the head of a forty-year-old man on his neck; although his face, demeanor, and voice... all sound like a vicious and arrogant man. A middle-aged white man, his head is much larger than that of a child, but the skin on his face is still as tender as that of a child, and there are even some freckles. There is no trace of a beard on his chin. If you look closely... …His Adam’s apple hasn’t developed yet either.

"What? You don't believe it?" Faced with the crowd of people watching, No. 10 was not timid at all, but became a little excited, "Huh... I can tell you the identities of a few people now." He said, pointing. Che Wuchen said, "This No. 5 is the inspector mentioned in the document just now... Che Wuchen, a senior agent affiliated with FCPS, and then, on his left... oh no... it's on his right, Looking to the left from where I am, in short, it is Mr. Juror No. 4... Haha... He is very famous. Just saying his name can scare you to your knees. He is..."

boom--

No. 10's words were not finished.

He was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot.

The gun was fired by No. 4.

No one saw him draw the gun, no one saw him pull the trigger, and no one sensed any murderous intent.

When everyone reacted, the gun had already been fired.

No. 10's head also exploded like a smashed watermelon; the back of the chair behind his head also suffered damage, and a hole was blown out. A large amount of blood, brains, and bone fragments... all came from that hole. He passed through it and was stuck on the wall behind No. 10.

"You guy..." Two seconds later, Juror No. 7... a man wearing a windbreaker and a peaked cap indoors, suddenly raised the brim of his hat slightly, looked at No. 4 and said, "Could it be... "

boom--

Another shot, just like the previous shot, it was shot by No. 4, but this time, his bullet... hit the wall.

"I see..." When No. 4 fired, he didn't even look in the direction of No. 7, but after the gunshot, he turned his face towards the other party.

At this moment, if someone stands behind No. 4 and observes, they will find that... the muzzle of the gun in his hand, the head of Juror No. 7, and the bullet holes on the wall behind No. 7 are in a straight line. of straight line.

But for some reason, the bullet did not hit No. 7, who was sitting motionless, nor did it hit the back of the chair behind his head, but it hit the wall behind him.

Jingle bell bell bell—

Just when the situation at the scene seemed to be about to turn into a fight, the old-fashioned phone in front of Juror No. 1 rang again.

This incident stopped No. 4's further actions.

"Hello?" This time, No. 1 barely hesitated and picked up the phone.

But after answering the call for two seconds, he took the receiver away from his ear and handed it to his left hand: "It's for you."

To his left is Juror No. 2.

No. 2 glanced at No. 1, said nothing, took the receiver and said, "Hello?"

It took him a long time to answer the call.

"Um...Okay, I understand." In the next minute, Juror No. 2 listened with the receiver and responded with several brief words like this.

A minute later, he hung up the phone, looked left and right, and said: "'He' asked us to vote. Those who think 'guilty'... put their right hands on the table, and those who think 'not guilty' put their left hands. Any other actions other than these two actions will be deemed as a waiver.”

"Wait a minute." Juror No. 7 spoke again at this time, "You haven't said who the suspect was 'voted' yet."

"That's right." Number 2 sighed and glanced at the phone on the table, "Because 'he' didn't say anything either."

"Judging from the documents just now, we must be asked to determine whether Che Wuchen is guilty or not." Juror No. 11 continued at this time.

"Not necessarily..." Juror No. 6, the only woman at the table, said, "Don't forget, the call came after No. 4 shot."

"But the guy on the other end of the phone said at the beginning that this so-called 'special trial' is for us to finally reach an agreement on 'the issue he provided'..." Juror No. 1 took over again at this time Huantou said, "And when 'he' conveyed this message to me, No. 4 had not yet started killing anyone."

These people just analyzed each sentence one by one, and everyone's tone sounded very rational and calm.

There was obviously a corpse next to him that exuded a strong smell of blood and was in a horrible state of death. It was obvious that this person was killed in front of them, but none of them talked about it anymore; it was like... murder. It's just like someone lighting up a cigarette and farting in the room... don't mention it.

"Okay, let's vote." After listening for a while, No. 2 became a little impatient. He raised his voice and said, "There is no result in the discussion anyway, so there is no need to waste time."

What he said makes sense.

As a result, everyone became quiet again.

"I'll go first." Seeing that everyone seemed to agree, No. 2 slapped his left hand on the table, "Let me state in advance that I don't know what he asked us to vote for, but since he said it, we have reached an agreement. If you can leave, why don’t we all vote ‘not guilty’ together, and then we can all go our separate ways…”

"Don't be ridiculous." Unexpectedly, the next second, Juror No. 1 said, "I don't want to give my opinion casually in this kind of dangerous voting." He paused for half a second, "I Refuse to vote.”

"I refuse too." No. 6 quickly agreed with him.

Some of the other people also made it clear that they did not want to vote, while others shook their heads or remained silent.

In fact, it doesn’t matter whether they take a stand or not. Since the person who organized this trial requires “everyone to reach a consensus” before it can end, then as long as one person refuses to vote or there are any differences, this round of voting will be considered a failure. .

"Okay." Before anyone could express their opinions, No. 2 spoke again, "Then we can only continue to play with 'him'..."

As he spoke, he also took out an I-PEN from his pocket. Like No. 1... he entered a password he just learned from the phone and unlocked the screen.

"Oh... right." A few seconds later, No. 2 said again, "'He' just said that if the vote fails and you need to continue reading the document, let me say hello to No. 4 and ask him to stop killing people. "..." At this point, he turned to look at No. 4, "...because this second document is about No. 4."

Number 2 licked his lips and said to Number 4: "Brother, I didn't read this just because I wanted to. If you have any opinions..."

"Okay." No. 4 continued without hearing what he said, "Just read it." As he said that, he put the gun in his hand back inside his suit.

Seeing this, No. 2 shrugged, glanced at everyone again, then picked up the I-PEN and began to narrate.