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After the recess, given the severity of my situation, there would likely be multiple court hearings before a conviction could be reached, once all the witnesses, evidence, and various clues were thoroughly examined. Generally, police determine whether a suspect is a criminal based on two main factors, which we refer to as intrinsic factors and external factors.
External factors refer to the witnesses and evidence, with a primary focus on the evidence. Everyone understands that in the absence of multiple witnesses, statements made by individuals are often unreliable. Even if a witness saw something firsthand, their description may inevitably be colored by personal emotions and conjectures, leading to discrepancies with the truth.
Evidence and traces left at the scene are objectively present. Although there may be instances where a murderer stages the scene, it is still much easier to investigate and identify than relying solely on what people say.
Intrinsic factors pertain to the suspect's own characteristics, such as whether they had the opportunity to commit the crime, whether they possessed the capability to do so, and whether they had a motive. These three intrinsic factors are the best means of determining a suspect's guilt.
Once a suspect is identified, comparing them against the evidence and witnesses can confirm their status as a criminal if there is a match; otherwise, another suspect must be sought. Ultimately, the suspect's testimony will be presented in court for a determination of guilt and the severity of their crime.
In fact, this testimony constitutes only a small part of the case and has minimal impact. There are many individuals in society who would confess to crimes for financial gain; thus, even if someone admits to committing an offense, it may not hold any weight.
Both intrinsic factors and external factors point towards me. The evidence is that bullet from the handgun; it belongs to my firearm and ammunition. There are also numerous witnesses, all from different departments who have never met before and cannot possibly collude.
I had the opportunity to commit the crime since I was essentially caught in the act. I had the capability because I knew how to shoot someone. I also had motive; my self-blame delusion indicated tendencies towards harming others.
I closed my eyes and slowly tugged at my hair. I understood that whoever framed me was well-versed in criminal investigation; they managed to prepare all evidence pointing towards me without leaving anything out. This was certainly not something an ordinary person could accomplish.
All evidence pointed towards me. I thought that if convicted, as that lawyer said, even if I were not sentenced to execution, I would at least face ten years in prison. However, being wrongfully punished for something I did not do was something I absolutely could not accept.
Fortunately, I had already conveyed my intentions to that lawyer, but even now I couldn't be sure if Sister Mao would help me. My relationship with Sister Mao was merely one of mutual exploitation. When I was captain of the Special Operations Group, she might have needed my assistance; but now that I was nothing, would she still help me?
I was uncertain about this, but Sister Mao was all I had left to rely on.
As expected in the afternoon session, the court did not immediately pronounce my guilt but decided to reconvene after three days for further deliberation. I knew that after those three days, I would likely face sentencing.
At that point, I would be transferred to a higher-security prison; if that happened, any plans I had would become impossible.
"The first trial recess is over; we will proceed with the second trial in three days."
After the recess, I remained confined in Dongxing City Detention Center, awaiting the court hearing in three days.
In the afternoon, Sister Mao's lawyer came to see me.
I looked at this lawyer and slowly asked, "Did you tell Sister Mao everything we discussed?"
The lawyer nodded, his expression filled with deep concern, yet his demeanor remained calm, not raising any suspicion from the guards outside. His brow furrowed, one hand pressed firmly against the table as he spoke, "Have you considered the serious consequences of this situation? If you truly didn't do it and are being wronged, there will still be room for maneuver."
He leaned forward, glancing outside. "But if you go through with this, before everything is clarified, you'll be considered a fugitive."
I nodded in response.
He grinned slightly, as if sensing I didn't fully grasp the implications. "Mao Boss sent me to ensure your life is preserved. If you do this, they can shoot you on sight. Do you understand? It’s that kind of situation where you could be taken down at any moment."
I chuckled lightly and said, "You don't need to scare me. I'm at least part of the Special Operations Group; I understand the consequences better than you think."
"But it's definitely not as easy as you imagine!" he replied. "And right now, you're the prime suspect. Even if everything else is arranged, how do you plan to escape?"
I sighed and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?"
The lawyer nodded and pulled one out. "Do you want to smoke?"
"What are you doing?" a police officer shouted from outside. "No smoking allowed here; put that away."
I leaned forward, looking at both the officer and the lawyer, then said, "Light it."
"What?" The lawyer looked at me in confusion.
"Just light it!" I insisted.
At that moment, the police officer was unlocking the door.
The lawyer glanced at me and ultimately made up his mind to light the cigarette.
The officer burst in.
The cigarette fell onto the table.
The officer grabbed the lawyer and moved to snatch the cigarette from the table. Although I was handcuffed, it didn't significantly hinder my movements. I quickly seized the cigarette and without a second thought, I shoved it into my mouth.
In an instant, the heat from the Cigarette Butt exploded on my tongue, and I could feel several blisters forming in my mouth. I wanted to open my mouth and spit out the Cigarette Butt, but I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to carry out what I intended to do next.
I pressed my hand tightly over my mouth, forcing myself not to expel the Cigarette. I struggled to crush the Cigarette Butt with my tongue, ensuring it was no longer burning before I suddenly exerted all my strength and swallowed it whole. Then, I released my hand and began to thrash around in the chair.
The police officer clearly had never seen anything like this before; he was flustered and shouted, "The suspect swallowed the Cigarette! The suspect swallowed the Cigarette!"
The commotion of my struggles and his shouts attracted several officers from the police station. An older officer approached, seeing me rolling on the ground, and asked, "What happened? What happened?"
The younger officer replied, "He swallowed the Cigarette."
"What?" the older officer exclaimed. "While it was still burning?"
"Yes!" the younger officer said. "He put it in his mouth and swallowed it right away. By the looks of it, he must have burned himself pretty badly."
The older officer pulled out a flashlight and said, "You two hold him down. I've seen plenty of people like this. They hide the smoke under their tongues and pretend to be in pain when they're really fine."
The two officers exchanged glances and pinned me down to the ground.
The older officer unlocked my handcuffs and firmly grabbed my hands, trying to pry my mouth open.
I clenched my teeth and took a deep breath, sucking out the pus and blood from the freshly burned wound in my mouth. It felt like I had a mouthful of blood. Finally, the older officer managed to pry my mouth open, and I mustered all my strength to spit out the blood.
That mouthful of blood mixed with burnt tissue fluid sprayed out, splattering all over the older officer's face as blood dripped slowly down his cheeks.
Furious and annoyed, he shouted, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get him to the hospital! That’s probably half a pound of blood he just spat out!"
As he spoke, two officers quickly helped me up and rushed me outside.
I maintained an appearance of excruciating pain, but inside I felt a sense of relief. My injury was fortunate in that it couldn't be detected externally; with the police station's medical capabilities, they wouldn't be able to check for internal injuries. They would undoubtedly take me to the nearest hospital, which meant I'd be seeing Sister Mao.
I was taken outside while one officer went to retrieve a police car from the parking lot.
Moments later, I was placed into the police vehicle.
As soon as I got into the car, someone approached me. This person was a member of the Li Team Leader's team, specifically Zhang Qinrui.
Zhang Qinrui, being a forensic expert, would definitely be able to discern something if he examined my wound. He rushed over and asked, "What happened? I heard a suspect was injured. What’s going on?"
Zhang Qinrui got into the car, which had already started moving.
I knew that if Zhang Qinrui saw my wound, he would become suspicious. With this thought in mind, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand and pretended to be in great pain.
"How is it you?" Zhang Qinrui asked. "What’s wrong?"
Of course, I couldn't speak.
A police officer chimed in, "He swallowed a burning cigarette. I saw it just now; his mouth and throat are covered in blisters, and he spat out a lot of blood on the ground."
This officer naturally wouldn't see the blisters in my throat because I had crushed them with my tongue and swallowed them down. However, in his panic, he hadn't noticed that his words were not entirely accurate.
With this in mind, I took another deep breath and felt blood fill my mouth again. Although my injury wasn't particularly severe, I truly felt immense pain. It reminded me of a scientific study that suggested a person could never consciously bite off their own tongue because the level of pain would be unbearable for anyone.
This time, I didn't spit all the blood out at once; instead, it slowly flowed out between my fingers.
The police car sped up even more.
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