"Nonsense" The defendant's defense lawyer's face turned red and he pleaded: "Before his death, Mellenzis had always had a pistol in his hand, and he also found all kinds of extremely lethal weapons in his broken down car.
"Because you have a gun in your hand, you must have hurt Mr.
Thomas, who stopped the car?"
asked De Witz with a disdainful sneer on his face.
"At that time, Myerren had a gun in his hand, but my client was unarmed."
The defendant's defense lawyer said: "Although he is a superpower, he does not have a supernatural physique, and what he relies on is only his ability to predict the future."
De Wittz just shook his head and said coldly: "If it's like you said, then every citizen with a gun in the United States is a potential criminal, if I have any weapons in my hands that can threaten your life now, then you have to call the police and arrest me?"
"If you continue to reason along this line of thought, the first person who should be arrested in this court should be the eye of the storm sitting in the auditorium, after all, he can sit there and slaughter the ordinary people in the entire courtroom without moving."
Yan Xiuze, who was in the auditorium, spread his hands and seemed a little helpless.
"Of course it's different," the defendant's defense lawyer wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead and said in a trembling voice: "Eye of the Storm is a well-known superhero who has never killed civilians for no reason since he became a superpower; And you are also a well-known barrister in the whole of New York, and there is no reason why you would suddenly kill someone and bury your current good life."
"And that Myerren has a criminal record" At this point, the defendant's defense lawyer suddenly saw that De Witz was staring at him with a gaze that could be called cold, and recalled what he had originally said, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"What if there was a criminal pre-Kona" De Witz's voice was a little indifferent: "Why don't you continue to talk about it" "If you have a criminal record, will you have to commit it again?"
"If it's really like what you say, all those who have committed crimes should be shot the moment they are caught, or imprisoned for life, because even after a long prison sentence and rehabilitation, they will definitely commit crimes again, as you say."
"But in this case, why is it that the law has formulated such a complicated and cumbersome conviction process and subdivided the sentence down to the number of days, and those who have had criminal records have already paid the price for their past mistakes and accepted punishment for their past evil deeds, and now, do you want to deprive them of the right to be reincarnated?"
"I, I" The defendant's defense lawyer opened his mouth several times, but he was never able to say a complete sentence.
"The mere fact that the deceased Myerren had a criminal record preferred that he would have committed another crime is extremely irresponsible for the inference of the defendant's defense lawyer; This alone does not in any way justify Mr.
Thomas's actions.
De Witz turned to the old judge in the middle of the courtroom, and said with a serious face.
And Yan Xiuze, who was in the auditor's seat, had already been stunned by De Witz's series of interrogations, and only after a while did he come to his senses and almost burst into a foul language: "I can do this."
"What are you referring to?"
asked Tiriga, a little curiously.
"I just don't understand De Witz's rebuttal."
Yan Xiuze frowned and said, "In reality, isn't it natural to treat people with criminal records differently?"
"If you get on a bus full of strangers, you want the people to be law-abiding citizens or criminals who have been punished by the law" "The former, of course."
Tiriga said without hesitation.
"So you're looking at these people with colored eyes, maybe I should make it clear, it's a form of discrimination."
"Yes, it's discrimination."
Tiriga nodded: "But I won't express my discrimination in public." ” "Even if this kind of discrimination is widespread," Yan Xiuze asked rhetorically.
"Even if it's universal."
Tiriga repeated.
"Of course, you don't show discrimination in public, it's a sign of your own upbringing."
Yan Xiuze still looked puzzled: "But the most puzzling thing for me is that you don't allow anyone other than yourself to show this kind of discrimination." ” "I'm sure De Wittz must have despised the kind of person with a criminal record in his heart to death, but he still managed to defuse the offensive of the defendant's defense lawyer with his own words against his will."
"Doesn't it seem ridiculous that everyone knows each other but never says anything?"
"It's not ridiculous at all, it's a universal value that we Americans live by."
Tirijia laughed.
"Is it another form of political correctness?"
Yan Xiuze half-jokingly said.
Who knew that Tiriga, who was originally laughing, suddenly became serious, and said seriously: "This is not political correctness.
For us" "That's right."
The first trial came to an end under the defeat of Thomas's defense lawyer, and Yan Xiuze, who had no excitement to see, naturally had no reason to continue to rely on the courtroom, and refused the invitation of Tilijia to dinner with him, as well as the interview requests of some other reporters, and Yan Xiuze, who came out of the courthouse, strolled alone through the streets of New York.
However, Yan Xiuze, who walked out of the courthouse, did not directly immerse himself in the strangeness of the New York metropolis, but kept in mind the courtroom, Thomas's very indifferent face.
Yan Xiuze seems to have realized that he has developed an unusual interest in this superpower who can "predict the future".
"Predicting the future" Yan Xiuze put his hands in his pockets, slowly paced the crowded streets of New York, and said to himself: "Can the future really be predicted?"
He looked up at the white clouds slowly drifting in the sky, at the planes that crossed the sky, at the huge billboards standing on the towering buildings, which were also picture players, and at this time the trailer of a new suspense film was playing.
"Does Thomas watch a movie with twenty seconds of spoilers" Yan Xiuze thought about it, and suddenly shook his head and smiled, if it was really what he thought, it would be too boring.
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Just as he was stunned, the phone in his pocket rang at an inopportune time.
"Hey" "Is it Mr.
Yan Xiuze, the eye of the storm?"
"Yes."
Yan Xiuze nodded and quietly waited for the caller's next step.
"What Thomas wants to see me" After a while, Yan Xiuze was surprised: "It's Now":