Chapter 386: Do you have a history of mental illness?
Chapter 386: Do you have a history of mental illness?
There was a lot of discussion in the auditorium, everyone looked at Yang Xi with contempt, and the court was a little noisy.
The presiding judge knocked his gavel to signal everyone to be quiet: "We are now entering the adjournment time, and the verdict will be announced in fifteen minutes."
"Presiding judge, please wait a moment." Cheng Ming, who received An Tingnuan's hint, immediately stood up to stop him.
The presiding judge looked at him and asked: "What questions does the defendant's lawyer have?"
"Presiding judge, I would like to ask the plaintiff a few questions and ask the presiding judge for permission." Cheng Ming requested.
The lawyer had the right to question the other party, and the presiding judge had no reason to refuse and nodded in approval.
"Miss An." Cheng Ming called An Zhisu.
An Zhisu, who remained silent throughout the whole process, looked at Cheng Ming.
But Cheng Ming stopped asking in a hurry after she looked over. He seemed to be deep in thought, tapping his fingers gently on the table with one hand.
Dong dong, dong dong dong...
The entire court was silent, but Cheng Ming's knocking sounds were particularly abrupt and eye-catching. Almost everyone would look at his fingers tapping on the table, and then wait to see if he could fight back.
An Zhisu, like everyone else, couldn't help but look at Cheng Ming's hand. She didn't know what was going on. She could still see his hand clearly at first, but gradually it became blurry and blurry, and it seemed that many things began to appear.
There was a double image, and she wanted to look away, but she was strangely attracted to his fingers and couldn't even blink.
"Miss An..." Just when Song Jiaren couldn't bear his temper, Cheng Ming spoke again: "According to my investigation, you have been recuperating in the hospital for five years. Is it because you have mental illness?"
"Objection!" Upon hearing Cheng Ming ask this question, Song Jiaren immediately raised her hand to object: "Presiding judge, the other party's question has nothing to do with this case."
"Presiding judge, I will prove that this issue is related to this case." Cheng Ming also said immediately.
The presiding judge nodded: "Please continue."
Cheng Ming smiled at Song Jiaren, which made Song Jiaren feel inexplicably flustered. She immediately gave An Zhisu a cautious reply look, but An Zhisu kept staring at Cheng Ming's hand without responding.
"Ms. An, please answer the question I just asked. Are you admitted to a mental hospital because you suffer from mental illness?" Cheng Ming asked again.
"Yes." An Zhisu replied blankly.
There were whispers in the auditorium again. No one expected that An Zhisu had suffered from mental illness.
"Second question, before you received hospitalization, had you ever killed someone due to drunk driving?" Cheng Ming's hand was always tapping the table gently, but now that he was talking, everyone's attention was diverted from him.
The hands were removed and no one paid attention to this detail.
Wow!
Someone in the auditorium immediately exclaimed, this is an unexpected surprise. The owner of Su Huan Studio is not only mentally ill but has also killed someone. This is terrible.
Song Jiaren stood up angrily: "Objection, presiding judge, the defendant's lawyer is diverting attention. These issues have nothing to do with this case."
The presiding judge agreed: "Defendant's lawyer, please do not ask questions that are irrelevant to this case."
"Presiding judge, I will prove that this issue is related to this case." Cheng Ming did not wait for the presiding judge's permission and quickly induced An Zhisu: "Miss An, think about it carefully. Five years ago, you were driving on a road.
The light is very dim on the deserted road. You are the only car on the road. Your car is going very fast. You see a person, but you don't apply the brakes. You hit him and he falls in a pool of blood. You get out of the car.
I checked and saw a familiar face, who is that person?"
"It's He..." An Zhisu almost blurted out He Sihan's name.
"Zhisu!" Song Jiaren patted An Zhisu's shoulder and squeezed her hard.
An Zhisu was in pain, and the picture Cheng Ming had sketched in her mind shattered with a bang and turned into bubbles. There were two different faces in the bubbles, one was He Sihan, one was a vague and unfamiliar face, and two
The faces overlapped and changed in her mind.
"Is it He Sihan?" Cheng Ming ignored Song Jiaren's objection and said very quickly: "Five years ago, was it He Sihan who you killed with your car? He fell in a pool of blood, and you saw his face clearly...
"
"Objection, presiding judge, my client has no right to answer the defendant's lawyer's leading questions." Song Jiaren finally knew Cheng Ming's purpose. He just wanted to reveal the old case from five years ago in public, so that An Zhisu could win the case and gain his reputation.
sweep the floor.
"Miss An, please answer my question. Is the person you killed, He Sihan?" Cheng Ming didn't even wait for the presiding judge to stop him, and once again induced An Zhisu to answer yes.
"Zhisu, don't answer him." Song Jiaren didn't care about the evidence in the court.
"Does Lawyer Song feel guilty for Miss An?" Cheng Ming said sarcastically.
"Lawyer Cheng's hands are really dark. Seeing that the lawsuit is about to be lost, he is now resorting to such despicable methods." Song Jiaren sneered back.
The two were quarreling in the court, and An Zhisu's face turned paler and paler. Her mind was completely in chaos. The nerves that were originally going their own way collided together like a car accident scene, and became a mess. She was in pain.
He held his head.
"Sihan, not Sihan, it's Sihan, not Sihan..." An Zhisu was in great pain. He Sihan's face flashed before her eyes, and a strange face flashed before her eyes. She couldn't tell who she bumped into.
who.
"Zhisu, what's wrong with you?" Song Jiaren realized that something was wrong with An Zhisu.
"What's wrong? Can't you see this? She's suffering from mental illness. She's been like this a lot five years ago. Miss Du has taken care of her, so she should know this symptom better than anyone else." Yang Xi took the opportunity to give her a hard blow.
The whole audience gasped in an instant. Everyone didn't think anything of it at first, but after Yang Xi said this, looking at An Zhisu's current state, it really seemed like he was mentally ill.
At this time, everyone inevitably thought of Cheng Ming's words. An Zhisu had a history of mental illness and had killed someone five years ago. Oh my God, what a breaking news.
"It's Sihan, it's not Sihan, it's Sihan, it's not Sihan..." An Zhisu seemed to have fallen into some kind of endless loop. No matter how much Song Jiaren called her, she couldn't hear her.
Seeing An Zhisu like this, everyone on the trial bench was stunned, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Ah..." In less than a minute, An Zhisu fainted in pain and fell to the ground with a roar. Song Jiaren only had time to touch the corner of her clothes.
"Zhisu!" Song Jiaren's expression changed drastically.
Xia Jingze, who was in the auditorium, no longer cared that this was a court, rushed over, picked up An Zhisu and said to Song Jiaren: "You stay here and wait for the verdict!"
Song Jiaren immediately understood that she must not let this lawsuit be delayed until the second hearing. She looked at Xia Ning, who gave her a reassuring look, and then left with Xia Jingze.
Song Jiaren took a deep breath, calmed down her emotions, and bowed to the court: "President, the defendant's lawyer deliberately disrupted the trial. None of his questions were related to this case. I ask the presiding judge to give Yang Xi the due justice based on the previous evidence."
Judgment.”
The presiding judge also had a headache due to the fuss, and immediately adjourned the trial for fifteen minutes, and then took the jury down to discuss the verdict.
When the court adjourned, there was an explosion in the auditorium, but it was no longer Yang Xi who was talking.
Song Jiaren looked at An Tingnuan hatefully, it must be her fault.
An Tingnuan responded to Song Jiaren's eyes with a smile, and Song Jiaren was so angry that she almost hit her.