Chapter 162: Forecast (2)

This is the most true part of what Horace Ji said so far.
Because from the evidence available today, it is indeed as he said--
At several scenes of the Shaking Heads case, whether it was Redstone Star or Herlan Star, the police found two footprints in the warehouse where the old people were detained, from the suspect No. 1 in charge of Dean Lawyer Mr. Horace Ji.
The most speechless is that this Horace Ji is far ahead in quantity.
Especially the scene that was last discovered.
It was an old warehouse on the west side of the Emerald Valley in the northern hemisphere of Helansing. When the warehouse was discovered, there were 23 cages in it and 23 elderly people were closed.
Judging from the information and photos collected by Adams, the cage was not crowded or even empty.
The trace left by the No. 1 suspect there was almost absent, and the police concluded that he had done a careful cleaning.
But Horace Ji is different. This first life is like traveling and sightseeing, with the goal of walking around every corner and covering the entire warehouse.
This on-site footprint information has been tossed and turned, and it was presented in a frightened tone by some websites, which has become one of the main reasons why Horace Ji has caused public disgust.
Because someone recovered the scene at that time from the footprint data.
Horace Ji-the master of that group of footprints, every step of his is not slow, leisurely.
Those footprints can reflect the mood of Horace Ji when he appeared on the scene. He should be relaxed and quite interested. Maybe he still walked around one cage after another with a little mockery.
Like a beast admiring its prey.
But the cage is not a prey, but a person.
The aging, weak, elderly people who have no resistance and even become crazy.
Besides, as he said, the police took his fingerprints from some cages.
Many people infer from this that he should be holding the vertical metal fence with both hands, close to the person watching the cage.
Several hairs and few skin tissues were found at the scene, and the genes detected were consistent with Horace Ji.
The police speculated that perhaps an old man was crazy and anxious during the observation by Horace Ji, trying to attack or scratch him. Most of them were unsuccessful, and he avoided him.
But one succeeded.
This move spoiled Horace Ji's interest, so he left the warehouse, and the footprint stopped abruptly.
...
The evidence detected by the police, Gu Yan's affairs officer Adams can get some through the network, others can also.
Perhaps the professionalism is not as high as his, the network is not as wide as him, the information is few and fragmented, but they ca n’t hold their imagination.
Together, even with a guess, he can tell a thousand horror stories around Horace Ji.
Of course, there are speculations about how close to the truth is and how much is over-depicted. No one knows except Horace Ji himself.
This person is not so cooperative.
A few pieces of news popped out of the smartphone, Gu Yan dropped his eyes, and then fell into silence.
A moment later, he flipped the screen to Horace Ji: "Five minutes ago, nearly 20 of the victims of this case had a sudden systemic internal organ failure."
Horace Ji's eyebrows moved a little, his expression slightly changing.
Gu Yan and Yan Suizhi stared at his eyes, and from those brown eyes, they could not see emotions such as guilt, annoyance, and nothing at all.
The only slight change he made was just an accident.
Gu Yan frowned slightly.
Yan Suizhi laughed.
He leaned back to the back of the chair, the smile didn't reach his eyes, he looked at Horace Ji and said, "I think you might have misunderstood something for a long time."
Horace Ji raised his eyes from the news: "What's the matter?"
"You seem to think that you are a cooperative relationship with us, so acting, whipping, slinging, and getting a little bit of Joe, sometimes stabs people at the beginning of the conversation."
Yan Suizhi chuckled, but his eyes were calm and cold: "I don't know if you want to show stubbornness or something else, random, but I have to remind you-we are never a negotiable partnership. As a fish on a chopping board and you can eat a gun at any time, you do n’t have any chips that can be used to grab Joe. I do n’t know where you have the confidence and courage to play a guessing game with our chin. "
Horace Ji: "..."
The client's mouth muscles twitched, and he seemed to want to get angry but could not start. He found that every time the intern opened his mouth, every move, he was angry with him.
I do n’t know if it ’s a natural punch.
Horace Ji seemed to want to express the "stubbornness" in Yan Sui's mouth. He held back for a long time and refuted the sentence: "As far as I know, the case I was involved in just looked bluffing, not judged at all. When it comes to death, where can I eat a gun? "
Yan Suizhi raised her eyebrows: "Do you still know this?"
"Of course I know!"
I do n’t know if Yan Suizhi ’s tone comes with ridicule or something. Horace Ji looks even more angry, but the whole room is bombed alone and it seems that he has a neuropathy, so he can only hold it.
But he was right.
Despite the great impact and high degree of attention of the "Shaking Head" case, no one died in the past, and more than one suspect in the second. It is difficult to determine who is more malignant and who should bear more responsibility. It cannot be ruled out whether there will be more complicated situations.
In this kind of error-prone case, generally no one will be sentenced to death.
Because once sentenced to death, and later found to be wrong, it is difficult to save.
"You are right, this case was not sentenced to death."
Yan Suizhi said, holding Gu Yan ’s little finger to give Horace Ji a glance at the tail ring smart phone,
but it ’s impossible to make any further development, you just saw the news just now. I suggest you this I prayed sincerely in the ward for a few days and wished the elderly people a speedy recovery. If any of them had not survived the organ failure and a series of concurrency problems, they regretted their death, and the highest verdict in this case could be changed from fixed term to death.
Yan Suizhi paused and said slowly: "From your previous reaction, you are afraid of death. Maybe you can deal with other things calmly, but you are very afraid of death."
Horace Ji turned black.
"So I said you're wrong with the fish to be slaughtered on the cutting board?" Yan Sui asked politely.
Horace Ji is silent.
Yan Suizhi also said: "I think it is a vivid image."
Horace Ji blushed.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at Yan Suizhi for a while, then turned to Gu Yan: "Interns talk to the client in this way, Mr. Gu has nothing to say as a teacher?"
Gu Yanchao Yan Suizhi glanced and said, "There are indeed a few sentences."
Horace Ji's complexion eased a bit.
Gu Yan said calmly: "As a defense lawyer, I have the responsibility to analyze the situation for my client. Now the police control you, beware of you being poisoned, and you are still on the dock for trial. . You are asking for our help. This is the current situation. I summed up for my interns. I do n’t know if it ’s clear enough.

"..."
Horace Jixin said go to your uncle's apprentice! The style is unique!
"I think the position has been made clear enough. Now I am bothering you to recall the time when the shaking head case happened. What are you doing for every purpose, for every purpose, for whatever reason, in the luggage There are those poisons. "Gu Yan finally brought up a blank electronic page and lifted his chin at the person concerned.
...
10:00 am Fawang District time.
Two flying shuttles that had been stuck in orbit for several days finally sent a signal to the Port of Newther in Decama and will be connected to the port in an hour.
The fault of the previous flying shuttle has been repaired, and the cabin that has caught fire has been restored.
The large maintenance ship added power to the shuttle and disconnected the connection.
When the maintenance ship sailed away from this star field, the communication signals on the two shuttles were no longer affected, and they became full.
For a time, one after another in the cabin were the message prompts of smart phones.
Yan Suizhi's landlord, Mervyn White, took off his blindfold, changed the position back to the seat mode, and took a glance at the smart phone that had been quiet for several days. After a few days of blocking information, he was numb with shock.
He scanned all the news at a glance and answered a few briefly.
He planned to say hello to Yan Suizhi, saying that he was on the shore and could meet at any time. However, with a few swipes of the screen, the finger was taken away by an email from an unknown source.
Mervyn froze for a moment, opened his curiosity, and then changed his face.
Perhaps his expression changed too obviously. The person in the next seat pointed at him several times and could n’t help but ask,
Hey, are you alright? Why is his face so bad?

After a while, Mervyn White recovered, touched his cheek, and laughed, "Is it?"
"What did you see?" The friend shook his smartphone. "No signal for a few days. I just knew I was fired. What about you? It's not worse than me?"
Murvin White drank half a glass of water and said, "It's okay, that is, I received a euphemistic threatening letter warning me to close my mouth or I will hold a funeral."
Friends next door: "..."