"Witgaard is accused of injuring Lancer Nozick with a gun at 10pm on June 27th. Witgaard, do you plead guilty?"
"No."
After hearing the conversation between the clerk and Witte Gauthe, Rawls nodded with satisfaction. Mr. Gauthe did not let his more than 20 minutes of communication go to waste. He was most afraid that Gauthe would add something like "I am acting in self-defense."
if.
Speaking concisely will prevent an experienced barrister like John Mueller from finding loopholes.
Although Witte Gauthe was acting in legitimate defense, he ultimately injured Lancer. Rawls and Gauthe did not avoid this and could not avoid it.
But admitting from the beginning that he shot Nozick would have a certain impact on the jury.
People will always sympathize with the weak, even if they are pretending to be weak.
Judge Sgaro Gash looked serious. He had been paying attention to this case in the past few weeks and had a fairly clear understanding of the situation.
But he had no way of determining whether it was Nozick's son who was too stupid, or whether it was the trap set up by Rawls Adrian below that allowed Lancer to get in.
Sgaro knew that the game of this case was not in the courtroom, but outside the court.
The judge who passed the final case was himself. He knew that the facts were not important and that the case had basically been settled.
John Mueller is a royal lawyer with rich experience, but Rawls has made up for his lack of experience through off-court means, not to mention that Rawls is not necessarily worse than John Mueller.
"John Mueller."
John Muller, who was already over sixty years old, stood up and walked toward Witte Gaude with some unsteady steps. His old voice echoed in Trial Court No. 1.
Rawls narrowed his eyes, cunning old guy.
"Mr. Gold, do you know my client, Lance Nozick?"
John Mueller pointed to Lancer Nozick, who was sitting in the plaintiff's seat. He was a young man in his early twenties, with blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose, extremely thin lips, and a bloodless face.
Normally, both the plaintiff and the defendant must stand in court, but considering that Lancer still had gunshot wounds, an exception was made to allow him to sit.
John Mueller looked at Lancer, with a flash of anger in his eyes. According to his idea, Lancer should stand, and it would be best if he fainted in the middle of the interrogation.
Although he suffered, he was able to win the sympathy of the jury very well.
He glanced at a plump, fair-skinned lady in her thirties sitting in the auditorium, and sighed in his heart, Nozick's daughter doted on her younger brother too much.
"I've met him a few times. He often comes to the club where I work to practice marksmanship."
"So have you talked?"
"Except for June 27, we have never spoken before."
Attorney Mueller, who knew the cause of the conflict between the two, did not continue the topic, but asked about Witte Gaude's work:
"Mr. Gothe, what is your job?"
"Superintendent of the Cragg Club Shooting Range."
"Be specific."
"Club members apply for firearms and ammunition through their shooting instructors or themselves. I am responsible for the review, and I also oversee the warehouse where the firearms and ammunition are stored."
"You live alone?"
Witte Gaud frowned and sighed:
"Yes."
"Mr. Gauthe, aren't you a little tired of living alone and being responsible for such a monotonous job? I think many gentlemen and ladies would hate this kind of work, and you have spent twenty years like this."
Attorney Mueller's words set off a conversation among the jury and gallery, who would be bored if they did this kind of work for more than a week.
Rawls stood up and raised his hands in protest:
"Your Honor, I protest that Attorney Mueller's questions have nothing to do with this case."
Before Judge Sgaro could speak, lawyer Mueller had already retorted:
"No, it's related. I suspect that Mr. Witte Gaude has a mental illness."
Rawls sat down directly without protesting.
Mueller pulled no punches and continued:
"We can see that Mr. Gothe is missing a left arm. I think many people usually have strange views on you, right?"
"My arm is..."
Muller no longer looked like an old man in his sixties. He rushed to Witte Gauthe and looked into Gauthe's eyes:
"Mr. Gothe, answer my question, yes or no?"
Witte Gaud wanted to say something, but nodded when Mueller pressed him:
"Yes, but there is still..."
Muller no longer listened to Mr. Gothe's words, but turned around and became a frail old man again, muttering to himself:
"A man who has been alone for twenty years, working in an extremely boring job in the eyes of everyone, will definitely be affected mentally.
But it's like a dynamite barrel. It usually sits there without any movement, but it only takes a little spark to make it explode.
On the morning of June 27, my client had a conflict with Mr. Gaude, and Mr. Gaude was persuaded to go home. Just imagine, a person who has lived the same life for twenty years is suddenly disrupted, and may even be
Dismiss work.
What will he do?
After twenty years of emotional accumulation, and perhaps stimulated by alcohol, he decided to take revenge on my client. And my client..."
"Protest, Mueller's lawyer's statements are all malicious speculations without evidence."
Rawls stood up again and raised his hands in protest.
"There may not be evidence, but there are witnesses." Mueller smiled and faced the judge, "Your Honor, I apply for witnesses to appear in court to testify."
"agree."
Soon, two bailiffs wearing similar police uniforms brought in three witnesses of different ages and genders. (Note 1)
"What are your names? And your relationship with Witgaard?"
"Michael Joseph, Mr. Gold's neighbor."
"Vanessa Zeri opened a grocery store on Xuefeng Street, and Witte Gaude often came to the store to buy things."
"Karl Joseph, I am a carriage driver. I often wait for customers who hire carriages on Xuefeng Street."
Muller walked back to his seat and pointed at Mr. Witte Gaude:
"What are your impressions of Witte Gauthe?"
"Mr. Gold's temper is sometimes very good, but sometimes he is very weird. He would even suddenly knock on my door and ask if anything was wrong at home."
"He often comes to my grocery store to buy things, but he has a very weird temper. He makes a decision to add money but then regrets it. As long as you say one more thing, his temper will explode immediately."
"Every time I park the carriage on Xuefeng Street, as long as he passes by, he will quarrel with me, like a madman, saying that I don't care about horses, what does my horse have to do with him."
Rawls listened quietly, and he was not surprised by these testimonies.
One person will always have various opinions and views on another person, and a person will also have character shortcomings. This is normal, because they are human and not "perfect".
Attorney Mueller took a stack of papers and handed them to the bailiff.
"Your Honor..."
Note 1: In the UK, people hold a Bible and swear an oath before testifying. However, considering that there is a true God in this world, this link is omitted.