Chapter 290 "The Melting Pot" Court Session (3)

"I'm very sorry, but my client is a little out of control right now."

Zhan Changqing said, while using sign language to ask Qin to be quiet.

He "said": You have to calm down. You are a child. When adults see a child making trouble, they will not believe him.

Qin moved her throat with great difficulty, panted, and looked at Zhan Changqing.

In the close-up, his eyes moved helplessly, obviously thinking about Zhan Changqing's words.

And all the experience tells Qin that this is right.

He is no longer a more trustworthy adult. Even if he gets angry again, he must endure it, otherwise the judge will not take his words seriously and the bad guy Zhang Mu will not be punished.

Qin looked up at Zhan Changqing, who was taller than him.

I see.

He opened his eyes and looked, gesticulating, his nose was red, and two lines of tears slid down his pale cheeks. His figure standing alone in the courtroom was extremely thin.

He said":

I know, I'm sorry.

The tears of grievance and fear completely broke the audience's guard.

Why, why the hell? !

Why should Qin bow his head and admit his mistake? Why should he take the initiative to apologize and be a good child? !

Underage, disabled, with low education level, all the disadvantages were piled on Qin. The word "vulnerable group" is no longer enough to describe his situation.

The children in the audience saw Qin's tears, and they all shouted "ah, ah" in their hoarse white voices and made signs with their hands.

Qin's throat squirmed visibly, and she turned around and forced a smile to her brothers and sisters in the audience.

Be good, don't be afraid, it's okay.

As he "said", his expression was very gentle, and his bloodshot eyes, which were soaked with tears, were also very gentle.

This tenderness was facing the audience. Except for the judges' seats, there were at least five or six rows of audience members at the front who faced Qin's tear-stained smiling face without any obstruction.

A girl sitting very far forward, dressed as a student and holding a small candy-colored banner in her hand, suddenly started crying.

She forgot that this was an actor named Qin Jue, and she also forgot that this was the studio of a variety show. She just felt that the person in front of her was so miserable, and her chest felt tight just looking at it, and she was terribly sad.

That's the power of performance.

This is the power of art.

It can be crude, but it can also touch people's hearts.

The court entered the interrogation session.

The judge asked for details several times, but Qin always answered obediently. His tearful eyes seemed less sharp, with a soft glint, and he looked very well-behaved and docile.

Some people felt even more distressed when their weaknesses were poked, while others became even more angry and cursed loudly.

"I'm so damn angry." A male audience member said, "I'm being bullied. I can't help but be angry. I have to pretend to be weak so that I can be pitied and take another look!"

The victim is forced to cry and act miserable, and once he gets tough, he is disgusted and hated. What a shabby world this is!

The unfair trial continues.

Every time Qin mentioned Zhang Mu, Zhan Changqing would ignore it and make trouble with him like a gentleman.

The direction of the entire case gradually shifted to the nursing staff and "volunteers". Qin said that the dean wanted everyone to go to the office for tutoring. Zhan Changqing relayed that Qin saw someone being taken into the room by the nursing staff while he was studying; Qin said that Zhang Mu locked him in In the small dark room, Zhan Changqing relayed that it was very dark when Qin saw someone being violent, and he could only see the figure but couldn't tell who it was.

As a kind of body language, sign language is mostly a combination of formal and free translation. Putting your hand to your mouth means "speaking", and pointing your thumb up means "good".

Zhan Changqing just opened his eyes and told lies. The content was ambiguous, and some of Heqin's actions matched up. If the screens on both sides of the stage didn't have the correct content, I'm afraid the audience would have believed that what he was telling was true.

Think about it carefully, if there was no screen notification, would the audience also be deceived by Zhan Changqing? Is it possible that the audience will not know why Qin is angry and wronged, and will only be confused and think he is too "noisy"?

Because Qin can't speak.

Because they can't understand sign language.

The communication barrier is a huge gap at this point.

It is precisely because of this that life for disabled people in society is so difficult.

There are few people who can understand them, and even fewer people are willing to understand them.

If no one listens, the cry is silent.

The blind man casually lamented that it was inconvenient to walk outside, and others just said, "Why are you, a blind man, wandering around outside? You are causing trouble to others."

When a deaf man asked someone to write and communicate with him, others only said, "If you can't hear, why don't you learn lip reading? You're not good at it because you're not good at it."

There is nowhere to complain and no way to seek help.

I don’t know how many viewers made up their minds at this moment to learn a few words of sign language when they go back, or at least take a few minutes of their attention away from unhealthy entertainment gossip and pay more attention to the living conditions of disadvantaged groups.

Even if it's just an insignificant retweet, for them, being seen is a small victory.

On the stage, after the interrogation session, it was finally time to present evidence.

Zhan Changqing did provide some photos showing caregivers bullying children.

Qin stared at them and found no sign of Zhang Mu. After realizing it, she gestured to Zhan Changqing in sign language.

Zhan Changqing: You have no evidence to prove that he committed a crime.

Qin was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect Zhan Changqing to say this at all.

He was signing anxiously, his eyes a little panicked, but more of it still ridiculous.

Qin: I gave it to you, I gave you my phone, and I photographed him.

Jean: You put it here.

He "said", stretched out his hand and patted his chest, which was where Zhan Changqing's inner pocket of his coat was at that time.

Zhan Changqing looked surprised.

Zhan Changqing: I don’t know, you didn’t give it to me.

The scene control director could no longer control the scolding in the audience.

Qin's astonished expression was frozen in the close-up, and she stretched out her hand to draw a long list of contents.

Qin: The day you arrived at the orphanage, I took you to the room where you slept, under the bed, took it out and gave it to you.

He even lowered his head and glanced at his wrist. There was a shallow scar on it, which was a bloody cut made by the wooden thorns of the bed at that time.

This trace made Qin very sure that he gave Zhan Changqing the phone and he remembered it correctly.

Zhan Changqing was still surprised, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about.

"Plaintiff, please communicate openly."

Judge Liang Chenglei’s words sounded very ironic.

Open communication? How to communicate, open your mouth and make sounds?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Judge." Zhan Changqing bowed apologetically, "That's right, my client... uh... said he gave me a video recording the defendant's evidence."

He looked weird and looked very embarrassed: "However, a lawyer must be honest at all times and everywhere. In fact, I did not receive any video files. He...may have remembered it wrong."

Go to hell you! ! !

The curses in the audience have already formed a rather powerful wave.

Judge Liang Chenglei was also vaguely speechless.

Judging from this situation, it is very likely that the deaf-mute young man named "Qin" is not mentally right. He has mistakenly identified the murderer, and may also have imaginary symptoms.

Zhang Mu raised his hand.

The smile on his face was very kind: "Mr. Judge, can I say a few words to this child? Lawyer Zhan can translate at any time."

Liang Chenglei thought for a few seconds and nodded gently.

"Can."

Zhang Mu started signing to Qin.

The words on the screens on both sides are displayed line by line.

Zhan Changqing's smooth voice echoed in the courtroom.

Zhang Mu: Stop struggling. They just think there is something wrong with your brain.

Zhan Changqing: "Child, are you stimulated and feel uncomfortable?"

Zhang Mu: Give up and go back with me honestly.

Zhan Changqing: "You misunderstood me. We have always been family."

Zhang Mu: Lawyers are adults, and I am an adult too. Adults are friends. Do you understand?

Zhan Changqing: "Lawyer Zhan and I will accompany you to the hospital. Don't get excited and calm down first."

Brilliant golden background wall, national emblem in the center, bright lights, sacred court.

Every gesture and every word was like a big bloody mouth, devouring the deaf-mute boy standing alone, chewing him into pieces bit by bit.

In the clear world, people are eating people.

Continue writing in the evening.