Although everyone was shocked by Juror No. 8, this still could not convince the stubborn and biased Juror No. 3.
"Okay, but what does this prove? Maybe this kind of folding knife can be easily obtained through online shopping, so what?" Juror No. 3 said disapprovingly.
"Is that true?" Juror No. 8 looked at him and his voice rose a lot.
"What do you mean?" Juror No. 3 was a little confused.
"You found a similar knife, and then what? What does that count?" Juror No. 3 continued to retort.
"We have to believe that someone killed his father with a similar knife!" Juror No. 8 said.
"Do you think it's interesting? The possibility of this is very low, right? Is one in a million useful?" Juror No. 7, a fan, found it a bit ridiculous.
At this time, Juror No. 1, the foreman of the jury, stopped the argument and asked everyone to sit down.
Of course, the matter of the murder weapon does not mean that it has not changed anyone's mind. At least, Juror No. 2 said that the point raised by Juror No. 8 was very interesting.
But Juror No. 3 still insisted: "Eleven of us all think he is guilty. What do you want to do? You can't change our minds!"
"Even if you persist to the end, he will still be found guilty!"
"Maybe you are right!" Juror No. 8 said.
Juror No. 7 suddenly started joking, which made Juror No. 2 a little dissatisfied.
"He shouldn't be joking about something like this, right?" he told the jury foreman.
But the jury foreman also said with the same smile: "Then what do you want me to do?"
Juror No. 10 couldn't sit still. He stood up and said: "What does this have to do with the knife? Someone saw him killing his father. What other evidence do you need? It's all nonsense. It's really a waste. time!"
His words made Juror No. 11 next to him dissatisfied, and the two quarreled again.
For a moment, the entire jury room was noisy.
Juror No. 1 once again came out to maintain order. He asked Juror No. 8: "Now you are the only one insisting on innocence. What will happen next?"
"I have a proposal. Let's vote again, but this time I want eleven of you to vote anonymously!" Juror No. 8 said.
"Moreover, I abstain. If the result this time is that you all think he is guilty, I will agree with you! You can directly announce the result to the judge and propose a guilty verdict!" Chen Weijie added.
His words made everyone quiet down, some were thoughtful, and some were happy.
But I heard him continue: "But as long as someone makes a not guilty verdict, we have to stay here to figure things out. If you accept my proposal..."
This time, no one objected, because in their view, this was an obvious thing.
In fact, Chen Weijie himself was not completely sure at this moment, but the opinions of the two parties were very different, so he could only do this.
Soon, Jury No. 1 asked everyone to start voting anonymously.
However, the results of the anonymous voting were not as they expected. This time, there was another vote of not guilty!
This made both Juror No. 7, who was eager to go back to watch the football game, and Juror No. 10, who wanted to convict, extremely annoyed.
"Who? Who did this?" Juror No. 10 asked angrily.
"We agreed to vote anonymously, and now you want to know who voted, so why remain anonymous?" Juror No. 11 didn't like No. 10, and directly contradicted him.
But this time Juror No. 3 was also angry: "Why do you want to remain anonymous? In fact, I know who it is even if you don't tell me!"
He directly called Juror No. 5's name.
Because he had shown sympathy for the defendant before, he also came from a slum.
"You are so awesome. You sit here and look like you think he is guilty, but you are convinced with just a few words. I know you must be particularly sympathetic to him, because you have the same background as him, right?
"
"Pujie, who the hell do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to speak to me like this?" Juror No. 5 also broke out.
Juror No. 3 became more and more excited: "If not, why the hell did you change your mind just because of his few words?"
However, at this moment, Juror No. 9 suddenly spoke: "It was not him who changed his mind, but me! Do you want me to tell you why?"
"This guy No. 8 has been fighting us alone, but he didn't say that the defendant was innocent. He just said that he couldn't be sure that he was guilty! I support him because I agree with his motives. Maybe
The defendant really killed someone, but I want to hear more testimony, so the vote now is ten to two!"
No one expected this result, because Juror No. 9 was quite old and had always been silent before, but he was the first to be persuaded.
At this time, everyone reluctantly accepted the fact that the discussion must continue.
Juror No. 3 apologized to Juror No. 5, but there was no smile on Juror No. 5’s face.
The previous discussions and arguments made everyone a little tired, so the jury foreman announced a break and everyone could go to the bathroom to wash their faces.
Juror No. 7 feels that No. 8 has been wasting everyone's time.
Juror No. 8 said: "What's the difference between going to a football game and being trapped here?"
The two broke up unhappy.
Juror No. 6 also happened to walk in.
He thinks this is much more interesting than going to work, so he doesn't mind spending more time.
"You think he's not guilty, right?"
"I don't know, maybe!"
"I don't know you, but I think you are the kind of person who makes no mistakes, or rarely makes mistakes, but you are wasting your own time!"
"What if you were the one on trial?"
"I don't want to answer hypothetical questions! But what if you can really convince each of us, and the defendant really killed his father with a knife?"
Everyone has his own position.
Soon, everyone returned to the conference room and continued the discussion.
But No. 8 was annoyed by the scene in front of him, because two jurors were actually playing backgammon.
"This is not a game!"
Soon, No. 8 raised his second question. He asked everyone if they knew the speed of the tram? Do they know how long it takes the tram to pass?
Does anyone live near the railroad tracks?
Wait for the question to be raised.
No. 8 said: "There is a tram passing by and the noise is unbearable. At this time, can the old man hear the sound upstairs? Can he recognize the boy's voice?"
"What if that person was shouting at the top of his lungs?"
"Do you really think so? Do you think the old man heard it clearly?"
"This happened in a few seconds, no one can predict the accuracy!" Juror No. 3 shouted angrily.
"But to convict the defendant, shouldn't it be necessary to provide accurate testimony? The benefit of the doubt belongs to the defendant!" No. 8 retorted.
Juror No. 3 seemed to be persuaded again when he saw the others.
I couldn't help but said: "Then why did the witness lie?"
Old man No. 9 said: "Is it possible that he wants to attract other people's attention?"
"Why the hell didn't you say he killed the person? You kept saying one thing after another, but in the end you had no idea. You changed your mind in just a few words..."
He spoke very loudly, almost shouting.
This immediately angered Juror No. 6, who had no sense of justice.
"Who the hell do you think you are? What? Only you can speak, and others can't? Why are you angry? Also, you should learn how to respect others. Speaking loudly doesn't mean you are justified!"
Juror No. 3 was a little embarrassed by what No. 6 said and sat back in silence.
No. 6 then asked No. 9: "Why do you think he lied?"
"I kept staring at him in court. The coat he was wearing was torn at the shoulders. Did you notice? That was in court, but he was wearing clothes like that, and when he walked into the witness box,
He was as slow as a star walking on the red carpet. His left foot was limping, but he was trying hard to hide it because he felt so embarrassed. I think I know him better than any of you. He is a quiet, inconspicuous, and timid person.
The old man has never done anything successful in his life. No one recognizes him, and he has never been in the newspapers. Naturally, no one will listen to him. For so many years, no one may have cared about his opinions. He is unknown.
A sad thing."
"A person like him will hope that someone will consult him and someone will listen to him. Even if it is only once, it is very important to him! It is really difficult for him to give up such an opportunity...
..."
In fact, at this time, it was easy for everyone to see that the old man seemed to be talking about the witness, but to a certain extent, he was not talking about himself.
At this time, someone asked again: "You mean, he lied just to gain attention and attention?"
"No, no, no, actually, I don't think he was lying. Maybe he imagined that he really heard those words and thought the murderer was that boy, or maybe..."
But this time, No. 10 couldn't help but sarcastically said: "How did you make up such a story? You know it again? Then why did you think he was guilty before?"
The old man just shook his head sadly.
Number 8 spoke again.
"Okay, let's talk about it again. If the old man really heard the boy say: I'm going to kill you, what does this prove?
How often have you heard this sentence? Or for those of you here, do you dare to say that you have never said anything similar? Saying that I am going to kill you, I am going to beat you to death, no matter what, I will beat you to death, right?
Do you really want to beat and kill people? Saying it and doing it are completely different things!"
No. 3, however, was reluctant: "If you can say something like that, you must be serious. You can only say it if you really have that kind of thought, right?"
"No, no, no, I don't agree with this. Two colleagues had a quarrel before, and one of them called the other an idiot. As a result, the other colleague said that if you dare to call me an idiot again, I will let you know who is the idiot! But he
It seems that he didn’t turn into an idiot, they were still just spitting on each other!” Juror No. 2 came out to show off his presence.
At this moment, Juror No. 5 suddenly said: "I changed my mind, I think we should be acquitted!"
It’s 9:3!~
Juror No. 7 was anxious because time passed by and the game was getting closer and closer, but the current situation was that the result was becoming more and more beyond his expectation.
At this time, No. 11 picked up his notebook and stood up and said: "I took a lot of notes and read the testimony again. I suddenly felt that what Juror No. 8 said was very reasonable. Judging from what was said in the court,
Judging from the testimony, the defendant seems to be guilty, but if we analyze these testimonies in depth, I have a question. Assuming that the defendant is really the murderer, how was he arrested by the police at 12:10? He was at
He returned home around three o'clock and was arrested by two police officers at home. If he really killed his father, why did he return home three hours later? Isn't this a self-inflicted trap?"
"Can't he go back and get the murder weapon?" No. 12 said.
No. 4 also began to analyze. He thought that he went back to get the murder weapon. The reason why he didn't get it before was because he was too panicked and forgot about it. After calming down, he remembered it, so he went back to get it.
But his words made Juror No. 11 retort: "Your definition of panic is a bit strange. You have to know that a person has to be very calm before he can wipe the fingerprints on the knife clean. You said he was at this time
Is he in a panic? Then when will he be calm?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You voted guilty, which side are you on?" Seeing that No. 4 could not refute and everyone else was silent, No. 3 spoke again.
"I don't take any side, I just raise my questions. Why, I can't have questions?" No. 11 said coldly.
No. 12 added: "If I were him, I would go back and take away the murder weapon. And it was midnight at that time. He thought the body would not be found until the next day."
No. 11 suddenly became excited: "By the way, this is exactly what I want to say. You must know that the female witness said that after she saw the murder, she shouted loudly and called the police. Do you think
Will the defendant not hear?"
"But maybe the woman didn't scream loudly, or maybe it's very common in that place..." No. 4 tried to give an answer.
No. 8 couldn't bear it any longer.
"Maybe, maybe, maybe, everything you said is possible, but why is there no possibility that he didn't kill his father? The judge asked us to raise reasonable doubts, and we must find a guilty verdict without any doubt! Maybe, maybe...
..."
No. 10's class discrimination broke out again, and he shouted angrily.
At this time, No. 8 decisively requested another vote.
Obviously no one liked No. 10's condescending attitude, so the group leader quickly asked him to sit back and vote.
This time there is one more vote, number 11!
No. 3 was very angry at this result. He asked No. 11, what was the reason for changing his mind?
"I've been putting up with you for a damn long time. What qualifications do you have to question me? I can change my mind if I have reasonable doubts in my mind. And why should I listen to you? You're guilty if you say you're guilty. You're just a juror.
, not a judge!" No. 11 did not tolerate him at all.
