The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 205 Chuck: Why don’t you laugh? You can keep laughing, don’t stop!

"Speak of the devil and the devil will come."

While everyone was talking outside the court, a red Porsche 911 drove up. Chandler noticed it immediately and taunted Harrison Pwell, who was in a suit and tie, as he got out of the car: "Hey, this time.

I have a secretary, and finally someone is doing the right thing~"

But a young woman in a business suit got out of the passenger seat, holding documents, and it looked like she was doing secretarial work.

"Harrison, the confession is on my desk. You'd better think about it again."

The bald prosecutor reminded.

That’s right!

The plea bargain is here again.

The ubiquitous revolving door in the world of American TV series is also exposed by the title. Although the bald prosecutor regards Harrison Pwell as an evil devil, in fact they are acquaintances and their personal relationship is not bad.

Prosecutors and lawyers can transform into each other.

Many well-known lawyers start out as prosecutors because they can quickly develop connections in the courts and prosecutorial system. These connections will play a decisive role when they later leave and become lawyers working for wealthy people.

When a lawyer becomes famous, he may have the opportunity to change his profession and become a judge.

The real thing is that the plaintiff, the defendant and the referee are all my people. How can you fight with me?

"What do you think?"

Harrison Pwell looked at Chuck teasingly.

"I think you should accept it."

Chuck said calmly.

"hehe."

Harrison Pwell smiled and looked askance at the bald prosecutor: "I also give you a choice, which is to drop the case, apologize to my client, and save the taxpayers some money. This condition is very cost-effective, Charlie.

"

After saying this, he stretched out his index and middle fingers to point at his eyes, with a face full of joking: "I swear everything I tell you is the truth. I'll see you inside."

"Too arrogant."

Jane said angrily: "Chuck, you must teach him a lesson!"

When testifying and defending in court, you must swear to tell the truth. It is illegal to tell lies. The other party is obviously lying, but they can use the guise of the law and mockingly say that they will strictly abide by the legal requirement of telling the truth.

This is simply too irritating.

"Lessons are made, not spoken."

Chuck's face was expressionless.

"ah!!!"

Jane shouted frantically and walked in first on her high heels.

"What's up with her?"

Director Randy Tischer looked at Jane's leaving back inexplicably.

"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep last night."

Chandler shrugged.

"Why didn't you sleep all night?"

Chief Randy Tischer asked confused: "Is it because of today's court hearing?"

"Are you serious?"

Chandler looked at Randy, who looked dumbfounded, and complained: "You don't know this?"

"What do I know?"

Director Randy Tischer became more and more confused: "Is this some big news? I went to bed very early. You know that when people reach middle age, they often feel a little out of their depth."

"...How do I know this?"

Chandler paused and laughed at himself: "Well, I am also middle-aged... It would be great if everyone was like you. It's a pity that some people didn't have a chance to sleep last night. Old friends, 50% off

, you have to charge even if you are dead, not to mention if you look at Chuck like this, he won’t be the one who dies...he is invincible even in single combat and group fights!"

"oh."

Chief Randy Tischer had a sudden realization.

"You still don't understand, do you?"

Chandler saw through him at a glance.

Chief Randy Tischer smiled wryly.

Chandler shook his head and hugged him inside.

The court is in session.

Chief Randy Tischer took the witness stand first, and the bald prosecutor began to present the case through questions in front of the jury: "Chief Randy Tischer, can you describe to the jury what happened on March 28?"

Something?"

"OK."

Chief Randy Tischer nodded: "At eight o'clock in the morning on March 28, we received a call saying that someone had died unnaturally, and the housekeeper discovered the body..."

After describing the development of the case, the bald prosecutor asked again: "Director, when did you first suspect Evan Gold of killing his wife?"

"As soon as we arrived at the scene."

Chief Randy Tischer told the truth: "After all, everyone knows that most of the suspects in wife murder cases are husbands."

Seeing the bald prosecutor wink at him, he paused: "Of course, Dr. Chuck Wolf came over later and verified the correctness of this common sense through various reasoning discoveries..."

"Thank you, Director."

After the bald prosecutor finished asking, he motioned for Harrison Pwell to step forward and ask: "Defense lawyer, it's your turn to ask."

Harrison Pwell stood up, buttoned up his custom-made suit, and began to characterize the facts: "This is a really good story, Director Randy Tischer, I won't take up too much time, I only have a few

Question, is your consultant, Dr. Chuck Wolf, a trained psychologist?"

"No, but he's smarter than any psychologist I've ever met!"

Speaking of this, Chief Randy Tischer said with admiration: "In terms of handling cases, I think only Detective Amon can compete with him, and in other fields, no one is smarter than him."

"So he's not a trained psychologist!"

Harrison Pwell interrupted: "You just say yes or no?"

"……He is not."

Director Randy Tischer frowned and told the truth.

"very good."

Harrison Pwell said with a smile: "So before there is any evidence, you put the target of suspicion on my client based on the inherent impression that the husband killed his wife, and then asked a consultant who has an open conflict with my client to speculate.

My client’s ‘crime story’?”

"That is just a very reasonable and normal speculation, and we have obtained solid evidence from the speculation."

Randy Tischer said.

"We'll talk about your so-called 'evidence' later."

When Harrison Pwell talked about the evidence, he made double quotation marks with his hands: "Let's go back to the question just now. You said that is a very normal and reasonable speculation? Because you have so-called 'common sense'?"

"yes."

Director Randy Tischer nodded.

"Well, come and tell us what happened to the injuries on your hands?"

Harrison Pwell's eyes fell on Director Randy Tischer's hands, which were still wrapped in gauze.

"good!"

Director Randy Tischer immediately proudly said that he personally verified Chuck's deduction.

"ok."

Harrison Pwell interrupted Chief Randy Tischer, who was still about to chatter, and looked around the judge and jury: "So it can be used to see, but you have to try it with your hands, and with both hands, your'

This is where common sense comes from?”

Some in the jury were already laughing.

The bald prosecutor directly held his forehead. The jury's laughter and strange looks had obviously been guided by Harrison Pwell...well, he had been guided to discover that Chief Randy Tischer was a naturally stupid person.

The fact of the goods.

This is not good!

Very bad!

For ordinary witnesses, this may be no problem, and it may even win the trust of the jury and the judge, thinking that this is a very honest and honest person.

But for a police chief who leads criminal cases, this kind of honesty is not a bonus, but will only make the judge and jury doubt his ability, and then substantiate Harrison Pwell's statement in disguise.

"Did I verify it correctly?"

Director Randy Tischer still didn’t understand the reason and asked straightforwardly: “Many things are not as simple as they appear on the surface. If we can see it with our eyes and use it as evidence, then what are we doing now? I have personally verified everything.

Possibility, this is not good?”

The jury laughed.

The jury system in American TV series is drawn randomly, which is a duty that citizens must fulfill, so the people on the jury are all ordinary people.

Their perspective on things is not professional, but quite amateurish. What they want is to judge guilt and innocence from the perspective of ordinary people.

But this also brought about a problem. Without training, it was naturally impossible for them not to laugh when faced with a natural fool like Director Randy Tischer.

Now that Director Randy Tischer asked me this question, I suddenly felt like "the clown is me", and I couldn't help but laugh.

yes!

Chief Randy Tischer used his hands to bleed to verify that the glass hole couldn't fit through an adult's hands. It looked stupid!

But in the world of American TV dramas where the law thrives, a word-picking lawyer can really get into a situation where you can only hold out one hand to try and prove it with two hands.

"Okay, let's get back to business."

Harrison Pwell interrupted: "How did Dr. Chuck Wolfe guess where the fight was going to be?"

"Where is the fight going?"

Director Randy Tischer was stunned.

"right."

Harrison Pwell laughed: "How did he know the fight was there and not in, say, the foyer?"

"Well."

Director Randy Tischer was stunned.

Harrison Pwell raised the corner of his mouth and asked: "Chief Randy Tischer, were you at the scene when the fight broke out?"

"No."

Chief Randy Tischer shook his head.

"And was your advisor, Dr. Chuck Wolf, on site at the time?"

Harrison Pwell laughed.

"No."

Director Randy Tischer felt something was wrong. He glanced at the bald prosecutor with a helpless expression and could only tell the truth.

"So, Chief Randy Tischer, is there a possibility that the fight actually happened in the foyer or something like that?"

Harrison Pwell stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, it's possible."

Director Randy Tischer pursed his lips and told the truth.

"Very good, I've finished my questions."

Harrison Pwell turned around and went back: "We can move on to the next step."

This is also the most commonly used routine in court trials. Keep questioning, even if you know that this possibility is almost impossible, but as long as the other party is not 100% sure, then you can only answer according to his ideas, and give the jury members who are just strangers

There is an illusion that the police and prosecutors may have got it wrong.

But the fact is that the only certain thing in this world is uncertainty!

Nothing can be 100% certain!

Outside the court.

The three Chucks are waiting to testify in court.

"So, a rough night huh?"

Chandler endured it for a long time, but after all he didn't like this kind of silence, so he started teasing again: "Monica didn't come back last night..."

Under Jane's dark glare, she choked on the rest of her words. She didn't dare to continue. She withdrew her gaze and looked at Chuck, who was sitting in the middle with a calm expression. She couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Jane bent over and lowered her head, inserted her hands into her hair, and fell into deep regret.

Yesterday, when facing Monica, although she was embarrassed at first, she still felt that Monica was a normal person. So when she faced Monica later, her attitude changed drastically after Chuck said those words. Jane felt that she understood Monica.

Ka wanted to crazily intrude and lower the bottom line to force her back.

But is she the kind of person who fears involution?

So she also rolled up her scalp.

But before she could react, Monica came right up and took action, more importantly, not to Chuck but to her... She was scared away.

After leaving the apartment and returning to her car, she drove for a while and was blown by the cold wind. She began to wonder whether she had been fooled by Monica's extreme pressure.

How can a normal person change so much from one moment to the next!

right!

Love rival Monica must be playing psychological tactics with her, similar to a coward's game, whoever gives in first loses!

She wanted to understand, so instead of going back to her apartment, she drove the car directly into the mountainside villa. She wanted to see who was the coward, and she was absolutely sure that it was Monica who gave in in the end!

Then, there was no more... The clown turned out to be herself. It was a pity that she was forced to go to the end of the mountain at that time, and faced with an arrow on the string, she could only cry out: "If I had known she was coming, I wouldn't have come."

"Out."

Then the courtroom door opened and Chief Randy Tischer came out. Chandler asked, "How was it?"

"Not bad...at first."

Director Randy Tischer nodded, and then changed his voice: "Dr. Wolf, it's up to you."

"Um."

Chuck nodded and stood up, walking to the court.

in court.

"...So I concluded that Evan Gold had the motive, means and time to kill."

Facing the bald prosecutor's questions, Chuck explained the facts of the case unhurriedly.

"I have no problem."

"Dr. Wolf, on behalf of the people of New Jersey, I want to thank you for sharing your perspective with us," the bald prosecutor said.

"This is not an opinion, this is a fact."

Chuck said bluntly.

"Defense lawyer, it's your turn."

The bald prosecutor walked back and motioned for Harrison Pwell to come forward.

"Dr. Wolf, first of all, I would like to thank you for sharing your so-called 'truth' with us."

Harrison Pwell stretched out his index and middle fingers to make quotation marks again, and said with a smile: "If you don't mind, I would like to take a moment to review your testimony."

"It only takes a moment to reorganize every line of testimony?"

Chuck asked rhetorically.

"……What?"

Harrison Pwell's smile faltered.

"Aren't you going to reorganize all my testimony and miss every word?"

Chuck looked at him: "This is not a moment of your talk. Are you sure you will fulfill your oath in court and tell the truth?"

The judge and jury both looked over.

The bald prosecutor's eyes lit up.

"Oh I see."

Harrison Pwell was caught off guard for a second when Chuck saw through his subsequent thoughts and words. However, he is known as the number one criminal lawyer on the East Coast. He adjusted his mentality instantly and changed the subject with a smile: "

This is what you call deduction..."

After saying this, he looked around at the jury members, opened his hands and joked: "Or should I say mind reading?"

"It's logical deduction and micro-expression analysis."

Chuck corrected.

“Micro-expression analysis?”

Harrison Pwell sneered: "Then it's still mind reading, but in fact, whether it's mind reading or micro-expression analysis, it's just based on mental guessing. If you were asked to guess the color of my socks, you wouldn't.

How much better than a psychic!"

"It's really just a guess."

Chuck nodded: "But as long as your brain power is strong enough, micro-expression analysis is far more effective than machine lie detection, and it is not much worse than the so-called mind reading. As for your socks, they are charcoal gray."

Harrison Pwell, who was scoffing, smiled, faced everyone's gaze, stretched out his legs, pulled up his pants, revealing his charcoal gray socks, and laughed at himself: "Let's take a look, you are pretty good at guessing."

Accurate, or my observation skills are pretty good, but I still want to say, hey! Don’t stare at my lower body!”

As soon as this was said, many people laughed out loud.

"Match your socks with the color of your suit to show off your height."

Chuck said calmly: "You also wear inner height increasers and the soles of your shoes have been changed. Others think you are very frugal. You may also be using the slogan of environmental protection, but the fact is that you have encountered a financial crisis. The Rolex you are wearing is

It’s a fake, because you pawned the real one to pay off your debt, and you lost it by betting on the horse race!”

Harrison Pwell, who had always been so at ease, could no longer hold back his smile. He looked at Chuck in confusion for several seconds, completely losing the domineering attitude that he could immediately respond to any obstacle he encountered at the beginning.

(End of chapter)