C86 Mother Pleads Guilty
C86 Mother Pleads Guilty
When I heard the presiding judge's words, I heaved a sigh of relief. Things seemed to be progressing in a good direction.
"Presiding Judge, let me put it this way. Since the photos can't be used as evidence, it means that they can't be sure that my client left home, so the next series of events won't be valid either."
Lawyer Zhang's confident manner made me feel relieved.
Maybe I'll be able to go out today, I thought.
"The prosecution, the defense, do you agree?" the presiding judge asked.
"Your Honor, we do not approve of the defence counsel's views." Even if the photos didn't prove anything, the defense had no proof that it wasn't there. "Also, in addition to the button evidence, we have a tape of the criminal facts admitted by the defendant himself."
"Huh?"
When did I plead guilty?
I was confused.
For the first time, a look of concern crossed his face. He looked at me, and I shook my head.
The prosecution took out a tape and handed it to the staff.
Very quickly, a voice came out from the tape.
"My name is Lin Yang, and I left home at 9 a.m. on October 9th. I took a taxi and left the district."
I was completely flabbergasted.
It was my voice.
But how come he didn't have any impression of her at all?
After staring blankly for a while, I came back to my senses.
Lawyer Zhang came up to me and said in a low voice, "I told you that no matter what they did, they couldn't admit what you did."
"I've never pleaded guilty, and I don't know what the tape is about." I told Lawyer Zhang, feeling wronged.
"Did you really plead guilty?"
"No, really."
"Did you go through anything special in there?" "For example, torture." Lawyer Zhang asked.
I nodded hastily, then remembered the strange dream.
In the dream, someone had always told me that I had killed someone.
"They didn't give me food or drink, they shut me up in a room, the light and music tortured me and kept me awake, and then I couldn't stand it anymore and passed out. Someone kept telling me, 'Killed someone, was I induced to confess at that time?'"
The more I spoke, the more likely it seemed.
Hearing that, Lawyer Zhang revealed an expression of understanding. He then sighed and shook his head.
"There's nothing I can do. The tape is real, but no one can prove you've been tortured."
"Lawyer Zhang, you save me. I really didn't kill anyone. I was wrongly accused."
I grabbed his arm helplessly and saw that he was just shaking his head. I was desperate.
Even the lawyer with the gold medal couldn't do anything about it. It seemed like he was doomed.
I looked at Han Bing and the others and forced a smile, saying silently, "I'm sorry."
"Judge, we have enough evidence to convict him." The prosecution said.
The presiding judge and the jury nodded. I felt as if I had fallen into a deep abyss, despair and despair.
I hate God for being so unfair, for having lived almost twenty years in misery, for putting me in such dire straits when my career has just begun to improve.
Could it be that such a bitter fate couldn't be changed?
Once the murder case was established, it would be the end of my life.
Even if he was lucky, he would be sentenced to a term of at least ten years. When he was released from prison, he would definitely become a little old man.
Then what was the point in living?
All the negative emotions rushed over. My chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock, making me unable to breathe.
Before the presiding judge could pronounce his sentence, I was already on the verge of losing the strength to support my body.
I grit my teeth, trying my best not to let myself go limp, because I don't want my beloved to see me collapse, but in my heart, the thought of death has already appeared.
Just as the presiding judge stood up and was about to pronounce his sentence, a voice suddenly came from the direction of the door.
"He was wronged. I killed him."
The voice was so familiar. I turned my head to look and was immediately stunned.
Why was she here?
I came back to my senses and subconsciously looked towards Han Bing, giving her an inquiring look. Han Bing shook her head at me, then stood up and walked towards her.
She was in her fifties, with a buddhist pearl in her hand and dressed as a nun. She was her heartless mother.
With a single sentence, the scene immediately quieted down.
"The presiding judge, this lady, admits to murder and deserves to be admitted to court." Lawyer Zhang quickly said.
"Please enter the court." The presiding judge nodded.
Although she admitted to murder, the case was still unclear, so she was put on the stand.
"May I ask, lady, who are you and why do you say you killed someone?" the presiding judge asked.
"The name of the poor Niefa Huiyin, colloquially known as Li Chunmei, was Cui Da-yong, the deceased's ex-wife. I killed him, so it has nothing to do with him."
She gave me a kind smile.
When I saw my mother's smile, I felt a warm feeling in my heart. I had not felt family for a long time. My nose ached and I wanted to cry.
She gave me a reassured look, as if to say, Yang Yang, reassured, mother will not let you have an accident.
I lowered my head a little, tears streaming down my face.
Why did she say she had killed someone?
Was she making up for her mistake?
I hated her for having abandoned me before, but I didn't want to accept her compensation.
Her fate for the first half of her life was so tragic that she absolutely could not allow the rest of her life to end in a prison of darkness.
"Ms. Li, what is your relationship with the defendant?"
"I am his mother."
The crowd in the crowd went into an uproar when they heard their mother's words.
"Silence." The presiding judge knocked on the gavel and continued to ask his mother, "Ms. Li, please state the killing process clearly, or you will be suspected of taking the blame on behalf of your relatives."
"My ex-husband, Cui Dazhao, was not a human being. He used to bully my family, so I couldn't stand it. So I divorced him." I was disheartened by my future life and left home at the Lotus Temple. "
At this point, the mother was interrupted by the prosecution. "Judge, what she said has nothing to do with the case."
"Judge, I happen to think that what she's saying has a lot to do with the case. It's a motive for murder." Lawyer Zhang immediately retorted.
"My mother looked gratefully at Lawyer Zhang and said," "When Cui found out that I was away, he used to go to Lotus Head to make a scene drunk. A few days ago, when he was cursing at me, he happened to meet my son. In order to protect me, my son beat him up."
Mother looked at me with tears in her eyes and once again revealed a kind smile.
She continued, "A few days after his son left, Cui Daorong came up the mountain again." "I happened to run into him outside the temple, and he dragged me to the edge of the cliff, and he kept beating me up and saying he was going to kill my son, Yang Yang."
"My mother glanced at us and said," "I can bear it if he beats me, but I won't allow him to hurt Yang Yang. I pushed him off the cliff when he wasn't looking." "
The mother sighed.
"Afterwards, I was very scared, but I never had the courage to turn myself in. I even had a chance, because he drank every day, and maybe people would think he was drunk and lost his footing, which caused him to fall off the cliff."
After my mother finished her statement, she looked at me before turning her head to look at the presiding judge.
"I didn't expect this to involve my son. What's more, my son almost became a murderer." I originally wanted to protect my son, that's why I killed him. Why would I let my son be the scapegoat? "Fortunately, I knew about it, or I would never have forgiven myself."
After listening to my mother's story, I almost believed it.
But my intuition told me that she was lying in order to take the blame for me.
It was certain that he had been framed.
Since it was a trap, the murderer must have been someone else, but not his mother.
"Ms. Li, you're right. Without the button and tape, we might have believed you. But we're dealing with evidence, and there's no evidence that you killed anyone." The prosecution said.
Lawyer Zhang immediately stood up and looked at the presiding judge.
"The presiding judge, the jury, have you noticed that the voice on that tape is so weak that we wouldn't have been able to hear it if we hadn't turned it up a hundredfold?"
Hearing Lawyer Zhang's words, the presiding judge frowned. "What does this mean?"
"This is a big problem. According to my client, he was tortured while in custody." Lawyer Zhang's voice rose sharply, his voice was sharp, and his expression was serious.
Whether the prisoner would be forced to confess under torture had always been a concern of the outside world as they listened in on the discussion.
Lawyer Zhang's words were like a rock thrown into water, causing a great deal of ripples.
Silence. "Defender, please tell us about the case." The presiding judge gave a reminder.
"Well, it was because my client was under torture and in a state of total mental breakdown and confusion that he was brainwashed and recorded by someone with ill intentions." Lawyer Zhang's deliberation was very reasonable.
"Your Honor, these are the speculations of the defense, and there is no real evidence." The prosecution retorted.
Lawyer Zhang interrupted, "Excuse me, but would my client still let me defend him if he admitted to killing someone?" "If he had confessed, his voice would not have been so weak, even if it had been a whisper."
The presiding judge and the jury, hearing Mr. Zhang's words, began to discuss the matter.
Lawyer Zhang continued, "Imagine the state in which a person would be weak to that extent." These points are enough to overturn the authenticity of the tape. "
"The defendant's recording was very weak and there was a possibility of torture, so that the tape lost its authenticity and could not be used as material evidence. Ask the prosecution to produce the most favourable evidence." The presiding judge said.
Upon hearing the judge's words, Lawyer Zhang laughed happily.
"If my client pleads guilty, you should have video footage of the trial, not video footage," he said to the prosecution. "This makes me wonder about the way you're going to interrogate me, such as whether or not you've tried my client illegally."
Lawyer Zhang's words were too sharp, causing the prosecution to reveal an unnatural expression.
"Lawyer Zhang, please take note of your words. You will be liable for what you have said." The prosecution retorted.
"I'm a lawyer, and I know more about the law than any of you." Lawyer Zhang smiled.
Lawyer Zhang continued, "Today, in front of the presiding judge, the jury, and the people off stage, I will clearly inform you that I will bring a lawsuit against you in the near future." "My client almost became a murderer, and I want justice for my client, including his special interrogation."
Lawyer Zhang is indeed worthy of being a famous gold medal lawyer. Even before the presiding judge gave his judgement, he already knew that I was fine. This is self-confidence.
At this moment, although my heart is very uncomfortable, but Zhang's words, let me feel full.
At the same time, there was a trace of resentment in my heart.
If he could overthrow the evidence, why didn't he do so earlier!
Now that he was fine and she had admitted to killing him, what should he do?