Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 64 The Lawyer and the Girl

prison.

Under the leadership of the prison guards, two men in suits walked slowly to the meeting room.

"Don't you need our help?" A prison guard asked, looking at the man wearing black sunglasses and carrying a metal guide stick.

"No need, we're just asking a few questions." Another simple-looking and somewhat fat man said to the prison guard with a smile.

"Bring people in."

Another female prison guard led the girl in prison uniform and handcuffs into the room slowly.

"Hello, Miss Mace." The fat man stood up and introduced to the other party, "We are your lawyers, and I am Franklin Nelson. You can call me Fergie."

He pointed to the man wearing sunglasses sitting on the other side: "This is Matthew Murdoch, my companion, you can call him Matt."

Matt nodded to him.

"I didn't hire a lawyer." The girl's eyes wandered, and Fergie noticed that the other's eyes were a little swollen, bloodshot, and haggard, as if she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

"We are your public lawyers." Matt leaned his guide stick against the table and crossed his hands on the table.

"A public lawyer?" The girl seemed to be amused, "Ha, a blind man?"

"Is there any question?" Before Fergie could refute, Matt spoke first.

"No problem, it's all the same anyway." The girl's expression was very flat, as if it made no difference whether she had a lawyer or not.

"Good then," said Matt, motioning for Foggy to take out the case file from his briefcase and put it on the table.

"Did you shoot and kill your parents and younger brother in your home on the night of the 11th of this month?" Matt asked seriously, perhaps because of vision problems, he tilted his head slightly and tilted one ear forward.

"Yes, I killed them." The girl showed an indifferent expression, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

"Why?" Matt continued.

"Isn't it clearly written in the report?" The girl said, "They control too much, and they don't like my boyfriend."

"There's a problem here," Matt said, motioning to Fergie to push the document in front of the girl, "You refused to give the name of the boyfriend you mentioned in your statement, and, in subsequent police investigations, also This person was never found, can you tell us how we can contact him?"

The girl didn't reply, her throat moved, and she seemed to swallow subconsciously.After a while, she said: "This has nothing to do with him, you don't need to look for him."

"We believe it," Matt said, "whether it is from the investigation of the scene, the murder weapon and the subsequent gunpowder detection, we can be sure that you pulled the trigger, but I think we still need to talk to your boyfriend. Talk, if a conflict can be found, it may be used as a reason to persuade the jury to reduce the sentence."

"No need." The girl replied indifferently, "I did these things, so I don't care about the consequences."

"Okay." Matt tilted his head, no longer intending to continue pestering, "So, do you have anything else to tell me? For example, the details of the case that you didn't tell the police?"

"No more." The girl said, her emotions seemed to be a little agitated by the lawyer's questioning, "I was very angry, I picked up the gun, and then shot."

"Okay." Matt stood up, picked up his guide stick, and Fergie began to pack up the documents, "Let's talk next time."

Two lawyers came out of the interrogation room.

"How is it?" Foggy glanced at the prison guards around and asked in a low voice.

"She killed people." Matt replied softly.

"But she lied."

"Lying?" Fergie wondered, "What did she lie about?"

"Everything except her murder," Matt replied, his lips pursed. "Motives, boyfriends, whatever."

"It's not normal," Fergie said. "If you've confessed to murder, why hide your motive? And that boyfriend, I read the file, he's like a ghost, like a ghost that can't be seen or touched. .”

"Me too," Matt replied.

At this moment, he stopped suddenly.

His ears moved slightly, and a soft whisper entered his ears.

"What's wrong?" Fergie saw Matt stop suddenly.

Matt looked up at the prison guard beside him, smiled and apologized, "Sorry, you know, I'm a bit inconvenient."

"Well, it's okay." The prison guard who led the way nodded and answered. He knew that this was a blind man. "Do you need my help?"

"No need." Matt replied softly while probing with his guide stick, "I still prefer to do it myself."

He just heard clearly that the prison guard escorting the girl whispered in the girl's ear: "He is very satisfied with your performance."

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"What should we do next?" Fergie asked Matt, who was sitting in the passenger seat, while driving the car, "She is very uncooperative, and since she really killed someone, it means she is not innocent, we just need to Is it enough to make a statement based on the current materials?"

"Not yet." Matt leaned back on the seat, frowning.

"Your sense of justice will allow you to defend a criminal?" Fergie was very surprised. "You don't feel compassion for her just because she's just a girl, do you? We all saw her indifferent attitude just now, Like a cold-blooded killer."

"She's not indifferent," Matt replied.

"Not indifference?" Foggy was stunned, "What is that?"

"She's scared," Matt replied.

"You can hear that too?" Fergie was a little surprised.

"I can smell it," Matt replied. "Of course, there are some changes in heart rate."

Fergie shook his head: "Even after so many years, I still think your ability is incredible."

"It doesn't matter." Matt took off his sunglasses, revealing his dull eyes. "We have to find out what she's afraid of, what she's hiding."

"I still want to say that we are lawyers, not policemen or detectives." Fergie sighed, "The truth should not be pursued by us. To a large extent, we are just a group of people who stick to regulations."

"Maybe it's not a lawyer's job." Matt stared straight ahead, even though he couldn't see anything. "But it's my job."

Fergie shook his head.

"Pay attention to red lights, and don't speed." Matt's tone was calm.

"Understood." Foggy said nonchalantly, but slowed down obediently.

"He was very pleased with your performance."

Matt murmured these words in his mind.

"Who is he?"

　Qixi Festival, there is nothing to say, anyway, I am single and wanted to write some dog food chapters, but on the one hand, I think it is too abrupt to write now, and on the other hand, you probably don’t want to read it, so I just went straight to the next event .

　　By the way, there are so few comments, whether it is chapters or book reviews, is there nothing worth complaining about?

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