[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The jury was temporarily transferred from the meeting room to this place cleared from the storage room, and paid to watch the prosecutor and the police, who cooperated with the jury experiment, enter.

"not happy?"

Xu Wanghuan, at first glance, the narcissistic foolishness of this person makes it easy to let go of one's guard.

Fuchou noticed just now that he was far behind the other jurors, and before talking to himself, he said something to someone at the corner.

The bad style, which is not ancient but not ancient, can be seen as the uniform of the Qingwang clan.

"Those people in the police station will definitely be tossed hard this time," he asked again, "Are you unhappy?"

"Why ask me?"

"Aren't you the opposite party?"

"Are you and I opposites?"

"You always answer me with questions..." Frustrated by Fu Fu's impeccable response, Suo said, "Those people in the police station obey the orders of their superiors and fulfill their duties to maintain social stability. Why do you make things difficult for them? What can such embarrassment do? Positive effect?"

"Consumers are diligent and thrifty, soft and fat, why do businessmen make money from them?"

"Business needs a market. I think transactions based on the equal exchange of value are a good thing to strengthen the connection between people. In a society where business is closely connected, everyone depends on each other. If there is such a connection between worlds, maybe war will never happen. will happen."

"What's wrong with it?"

"That's a minority. In a huge body, you can't take care of everything. That's how it happens."

"Since you understand, there is no reason to ask me anything."

"Still different."

Xu Wang shook his head and walked away with a smile. Not long after he left, Fushou saw Taoya who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"It's a feast for the media world."

Momoya handed him this morning's newspaper.

Ando was involved in a sexual harassment case, and the public opinion had just begun to ferment, and the situation was already very rapid. Arakawa was investigated in the name of participating in a cult.

"They pay attention to their face, and once they decide to make a quick decision, they will appear even more shameless." Taoya asked, "What is going on inside?"

"A Jury Experiment."

"experiment?"

"Is not giving the client a rest is considered abuse. The specific method is to simulate their interrogation style."

"If this incident hadn't happened, I would think you were extreme."

Of course he knew that getting rich and rewarding for such a thing is not gentle.

"One of the jurors was Yugo Baxuan. Even though it was my suggestion, he actually carried it out." Fuchou looked at the newspaper and said.

"I know him, a new type of farmer with a high education background from a middle-class family. He has been honest and serious for decades."

"How can such a noble quality not be used." On the page of Arakawa's report, Fufu locked one word, "Zero?"

It is this Church that the absent priest-juror touches.

"It's not a fringe role, and the situation is getting more and more complicated. I only hope Ando can prove his innocence." Taoya said before walking, "This time, I just want to say that it is difficult for us to follow up on this case. Be careful."

Fuchou, who hadn’t seen him for a few days, kept making phone calls as soon as he came back. Da Jiang vaguely heard about the remains and preparations for the funeral. He will probably be able to contact Youjing’s relatives soon—the crack in Youjing’s world has just been discovered and is under construction. well.

Fuchao went back to his room to get the charging cable, and Dajiang asked him face to face.

"Why did you buy a freezer? The worker moved it to the wrong place just now, and moved the toilet into the kitchen by mistake. Fortunately, I was passing by."

"Buy it and use it."

Dajiang was suddenly happy: "I can put the pudding given by the nurse in it."

"If he doesn't mind."

"Who cares—who's in it?!" Da Jiang fell on the bed, "I saw human feet!"

Fu Chou used to hold the freezer door with one hand, and stretched out his hand towards the river.

"For a formal introduction, this is Asahina Ukyo." Then he turned his head to the freezer, "This coward is Oe Mamoru."

"...I'm sorry." Dajiang nodded slightly to the freezer, and got up again, "What's going on?"

"The police station no longer accepts the remains. The crematorium does not bury the dead from unknown worlds, and it is impossible to determine whether to bury or not without contacting his family."

He closed the cabinet door and leaned on it.

"The relevant departments are stuck with the death certificate procedures. I can't bury him for a while, and I don't have much time to deal with these. It's dog days now."

"Probably you didn't make any hype about his death, and you were noticed." Dajiang felt a deeper chill.

Fuchou took out the cigarette case and smoked all the white ones, leaving only the blue ones.

"Ando left the confession and committed suicide. Are you about to commit suicide too?"

"I didn't defend myself. If someone wants to touch me, I'm gone."

"This lawsuit is relatively weak to the overall situation, maybe it hasn't been your turn before..."

"Full pay!"

The nurse came and yelled.

"Someone is looking downstairs."

Fu Chou went downstairs, picked up the cigarette, and planned to throw it to a place where it would not be picked up by mistake.

She asked Da Jiang in a low voice: "What trouble did he get into? It feels like there will be bloodshed."

Before Dajiang could answer, the nurse suddenly remembered something, and ran to the stairs and shouted downstairs: "The toilet door is broken! Keep it up, don't close it tightly!"

The sound of electric drills being renovated in the building next door was buzzing, and Fu Chou vaguely heard what the nurse said.

There were four people looking for him from the opposite side, all in black suits of similar styles, the leader was a person whose leather shoes were stained by warped tiles, and who seemed very concerned.

Wealthy people instinctively hate this kind of poverty, and obviously there is a lingering fishy smell on his body, which is not less likely to be life-threatening.

While looking at Fuchou, this person wiped the edge of his shoes with a dry handkerchief, but he didn't wipe it off. He looked around, probably looking for some water, then he casually took out a cigarette from Fuchou's hand, lit it and walked to the bathroom .

Fuchao wanted to take back the cigarette, but the remaining three surrounded him.

He watched the man go in and the patient with PTSD come out, there was a sound of a light bulb bursting like a gunshot, and the three people around him rushed in one file, their aura suddenly made the patient with PTSD have a seizure Tendency, picked up the sticks that supported the door to defend themselves, but fortunately the three of them rushed into the door like a whirlwind, and closed the door behind them.

The nurse heard the sound of the toilet door closing, and ran downstairs angrily: "It's not that the door is broken, and it won't open if it is closed!"

"We have to get the people out of there."

Fuchao went over and twisted the doorknob to make sure it couldn't be opened.

"It can make patients with post-war psychological syndrome sick, and it's the military."

"I'll send an email to the unlocking company." Da Jiang said.

"I think it's best to open the door within 5 minutes." Fuchou said.

"I'm going to get my chainsaw," the nurse said.

"..."

She actually had a chainsaw.

While waiting, Fuchou persuaded the patient who wanted to go to the toilet to go to the upstairs bathroom, and then asked Dajiang, "When did the door break?"

"I broke it while moving the freezer."

There was silence inside and outside the door.

"...I'll pay for the door."

Witnesses in the trial where the verdict was delivered repented in court.

And he wasn't surprised when Munakata, a rich former employer, showed up on the witness stand to testify against him for falsifying his identity.

The jury voted for felony with a majority of jurors in favor of the defendant.

Lost.

Da Jiang asked him if he knew he was bound to lose.Why don't you know.It's one thing to know, it's not the first time he's done something that's not worth the effort, and certainly it won't be the last time.

It's a pity that he won the money-making lawsuit all his life, but lost the one he should have won the most.

Is it his fault?Accustomed to speculation, lost the ability to win legitimately as a legal officer, trampled on the law and human rights, and is no longer qualified to fight for it.

"Look at you, if you do it with your heart, you will fail." Xiben appeared behind him, and sighed, "Poor Mijia, she couldn't believe anyone, and she was forced to doubt herself."

The crowd withdrew from the courtroom one after another, and Fuchao sat where he was, staring blankly at the case files filled with marks and annotations on the table.

"Haven't you already decided not to blame yourself? You can blame the world. Hatring yourself is not a relief compared to hating the world.

"The law of mankind itself is a necessary evil. Every additional piece of legislation is depriving ordinary people of power and powerless freedom and benefiting those superiors with powerful relationships. All men are created equal, and some more equal than others.

"Your ideal is most of your life, but it is a joke in the world. No one accepts your love. In their eyes, you are a scum with ulterior motives in a fake cover. When the people living under terrorism scold the government Spit on you by the way, that's what you're trying to do."

Hearing this, Fu Chou moved his fingertips.

"In a commercial society that worships money and material desires, God only disappoints those with aspirations, and the road of ideals will only lead to the end of disillusionment. Do you understand it?" Nishimoto continued, "Basic education tells everyone that ideals and reality are opposites. Haven't you been educated enough? Delusion is rewarded with reality..."

"I finally found out."

When Fuchao interrupted him, he was even calmer than he expected.

"Not only am I not fighting against you, but I have always been attached to you."

He never looked back at Xiben.

"There is pleasure in self-pity, cynicism makes my life much easier, indulging in superficial pain in order to get rid of essential pain."

Xiben is gone, and it is unlikely that he will never come back. It will be a while before the next appearance.

Munakata walked past him and walked to the opposite side of Fuzuo. He didn't feel much about Fuzuo, and didn't care what he was going to do. He didn't even know if he was his new illusion of schizophrenia.

"Do you really think what you're doing is justice?"

Not a phantom, phantoms don't ask such dismissive questions.

"From the perspective of a legal practitioner and a human being, yes."

But he'd be happy to talk about it with real humans.