Cultivate a black technology god

Chapter 178 Judgment
Someone asked:

"We have to rescue Liu Lan, otherwise, something will happen if we don't keep it together."

Some people are also surprised:
"Why would Liu Lan be caught after William died? Didn't Liu Lan say that she killed Elizabeth?"

"Does it mean that Liu Lan really killed the wrong person?"

Han Yuanchao raised his voice angrily, covering the discussion of the employees present:

"Why hasn't there been news from Yu Shunjiang yet?!"

Xia Zhi frowned, he felt that things were evolving in an uncontrollable direction, not only uncontrollable but also incomprehensible, and even a bit weird.

At this time, Robert's figure could not help appearing in his mind.

How to clean up the mess Robert left behind?

Where the hell are you old man, Robert?

"Mr. Xia? Are we going to rescue Liu Lan?"

Someone's hasty voice brought Xia Zhi back to reality.

Only then did Xia Zhi notice that everyone's eyes were on him, waiting for him to make up his mind.

He sighed:

"We still know too little about this artificial intelligence dream, and we can no longer enter it rashly."

"but."

"No need to say any more, I have other ways."

Xia Zhi's meaning is very clear. Now the dream is a vortex, and the problem cannot be solved by a group of people.

He took out a USB flash drive and handed it to Han Yuanchao:
"This is the artificial intelligence I wrote before. Just load the source code into it and then issue tasks to her."

Han Yuanchao took the USB flash drive and hurriedly followed Xia Zhi's instructions to debug it.

This piece of artificial intelligence is naturally the black technology that Xia Zhi took from the system before.

Although artificial intelligence in this electronic age is very smart, its thinking ability is limited to learning logic, which is equivalent to a child who is not deeply involved in the world but full of curiosity.

If such a program enters the artificial intelligence vortex dyeing vat, there is a high probability that it will be "broken". It is not like Yu Shunjiang's professionals who have the ability to think independently and perform tasks. Instead, they may be infected by Robert's artificial intelligence and help the evildoers.

This is why Xia Zhi waited until now to take it out.

This is the last resort of no choice.

With everyone's attention, Xia Zhi's artificial intelligence was loaded into the program, and at the same time, the player's diary was updated again:

"We had a very sad time until it was eleven o'clock and the trial was about to begin.

My father and the rest of the family got to testify in court, and I went with them to court.

Justin was very calm and dressed in mourning.Her appearance was already very charming, but now she looked even more charming because of her solemn expression.

She also seemed to believe in her innocence, so even though she was pointed at and poked at in full view, she was still calm and composed.

Originally, her beauty could make others hate her, but because people thought she had committed a heinous crime, this kind of goodwill was stifled.

Although she looked calm, it was obvious that she was forcing herself to be calm, because she had been regarded as evidence of guilt before when she could not justify herself in court.

At this time, she could only muster up the courage and try to appear calm.

When Justin walked into the courtroom, she looked around, saw us quickly, and immediately got tears in her eyes, but she quickly controlled her emotions.

But her demeanor, which was both plaintive and affectionate, further proved her complete innocence.

The trial began, and after the plaintiff's lawyer stated the charges against her, several witnesses were called to testify.

There were several odd facts conjoined against her indeed.

Others, if they did not know the evidence that I have, would definitely make wrong judgments about her.

On the night of the murder, Justin was away all night.

And around dawn the next day, in a market not far from where William's body was found, a peasant woman saw her.

The woman asked her what she was doing there, but she looked strange and just responded with vague words.

She didn't come home until around eight o'clock. Someone asked her what she was doing at night. She said that she had been looking for William, and asked eagerly if he had been found.

When she saw William's body, she became hysterical and was bedridden for days.

The court then produced the portrait that a servant had found in her pocket.

Later, Elizabeth went to court.

Her trembling voice testified that it was the miniature portrait she had hung around William's neck an hour before his disappearance.

Immediately there was a terrified and angry uproar in the courtroom.

The judge asked Justin to defend himself.

Throughout the interrogation, her expression changed dramatically many times, sometimes in horror and sometimes in pain.

Sometimes, she fought back tears.

But when she defended herself, she finally forced herself to speak. Although her voice fluctuated from time to time, she could still hear clearly.

"God learns," she said,
"I am completely innocent, but I do not expect that my defense can exonerate myself. I can only give a brief explanation of the facts accused of me to show my innocence. If there is any doubt I can only hope that my long-term character will allow the judges to give a reasonable explanation."

She then stated that, on the evening of the day of the murder, with Elizabeth's consent, she had gone to visit an aunt in the village of Cheney, three miles away.

When she came back about nine o'clock, she met someone who said William was missing and asked if she had seen him.

After hearing this, she was very anxious, and immediately looked for the child for several hours.

Then the city gates were closed, and she had to come to a farmhouse.

She knew the owners of the house, but she did not want to disturb them, so she spent the night in the storehouse at the farmhouse.

She kept her eyes open most of the night to check the surroundings, but when it was about to dawn, she felt that she might have squinted for a while.

Then she was woken up by footsteps.

In the early hours of the morning, she left the warehouse because she wanted to find William again.

Even if she wasn't far from where William's body was found, she didn't know it at the time.

And when the woman from the market questioned her, it was not surprising that she seemed bewildered, for she had been up all night, and poor William was still missing.

As for the portrait, poor Justin went on: "I know the situation is bad enough for me to kill me, but I can't explain it either.

I can only say that I know nothing about it, and speculate that someone may have put it in my pocket.

However, I also feel that it does not make sense.

I believe that I have no grievances or enmities with others in this world, and no one would be so vicious and want to put me to death so despicably.So could it be the murderer who let it go?

But I knew he had no chance of doing that.

Even if I gave him the chance, why was he so quick to steal the jewelry? "

"Now I can only rely on the justice of the judge, although I don't think there is much hope.

I asked the judge to call some witnesses to inquire about my daily conduct and qualities;

If their testimony was not sufficient to clear me of the crime, I must be found guilty, though I swear I am innocent. "

Several witnesses who had known her for many years were called to testify in court.

They said some good things for her, but in fact they had already decided that she had committed a capital crime, so they were afraid and hated, and they had reservations, and they were unwilling to vouch for her further.Confused by the realization that the defendant's last hope—her nobility and irreproachable conduct—was of no use, Elizabeth begged the court to allow her to speak.

"I am the cousin of the unfortunate child who was murdered," she said.
"To be more precise, she is his sister.

Because I was living with and raised by his parents before that child was born.

So some people might think it's inappropriate for me to defend Justin.

But when I see my own comrades dying, because of the cowardice of their so-called friends, I wish I could be allowed to speak, for I know too well the character of the accused.

I knew the accused very well.

I got along with her day and night, first we lived together for five years, and then for nearly two years.

During that time, I thought she was an extremely kind, kind girl.When my aunt was dying, she took good care of her.Later she was equally careful

caring for a seriously ill mother.

Everyone who knew her respected her character.

She lived in my uncle's house after her mother died of illness, and our whole family liked her very much.

She loved the dead child very much, as if he was her own child.

Personally, I say without hesitation that, despite all the testimony against her, I still believe her to be innocent.

She would not be obsessed with doing such a thing.

As for the incriminating portrait, if she really wanted it so much, I would be more than happy to give it to her.

I really respect her and trust her. "

No sooner had Elizabeth finished her short but forceful speech than a murmur of admiration followed.But that was for her kindness, not for poor Justin.Because now the public is even more angry with her, thinking that she will repay her kindness with revenge.When Elizabeth was speaking, Justin wept silently and did not make any answer.

The judges have already voted, all convicting Justin.

The officer I spoke with added that Justin had pleaded guilty.

"It really doesn't matter if you want her testimony or not," he commented.
"Because this case is too obvious. But I am very happy that she admitted it. Because, after all, we judges are not willing to convict others based only on circumstantial evidence, even if the circumstantial evidence is very conclusive."

This is very strange, far beyond my expectations.

How is this going?

Did I go crazy that night?
Am I really crazy?
Like if I told that secret, the world would think I was crazy?
I hurried home, and Elizabeth eagerly asked me how it turned out.

"Cousin," I replied, "it came out just as you'd guess. All judges would rather have ten wrong convictions than miss one. And yet she pleaded guilty herself."

This was a huge blow to poor Elizabeth, who had always believed in Justin's innocence.

"My God!" she said,
"How does this make me believe in the virtues of human nature in the future? Justin, I love her so much and respect her like my own sister. How can she act like an innocent, but secretly do such a thing of betrayal of friendship? She There has never been any cunning and cruel light in those gentle eyes, but she has done a deed of murdering money and killing her!"

After a while we learned that poor Justin wanted to meet my cousin.

Father hoped that Elizabeth would not go, but he said to let Elizabeth decide whether to go or not.

"Yes," Elizabeth said, "even if she is guilty, I will go. Come with me, Victor. I don't want to go alone."

This is undoubtedly a great torture for me, but I really can't refuse.

We entered the dark cell and saw Justin sitting on a haystack at the end of the cell.

Her hands were shackled and her head was buried between her knees.

Seeing us enter the cell, she stood up immediately.

Elizabeth couldn't help crying.

"Oh, Justin! Forgive me for mistrusting you for a moment! Why do you plead guilty! But you must not be sad, my dear girl. Don't be afraid. I will plead for you, and I will prove your innocence. I To melt the hard heart of your enemies with my tears and entreaties. You did not deserve to die! You were my childhood playmate, my friend, my dear sister, and you were to be hanged on the gallows! No! Absolutely not! I simply cannot live if something as unfortunate as this happens."

Justin shook his head sadly and said, "I'm not actually afraid of death. That fear and pain are over. God has removed my weakness and given me courage enough to bear the greatest misfortune. I will Leave this world of sorrow and pain. If you can remember me, and think me wronged, I will resign myself to my fate. Learn from me, dear Elizabeth, and submit patiently to the will of Providence. "

While they were talking, I hid in a corner of the cell.Only there can I hide all the pain in my heart.

despair!Who can be as desperate as I am these days?This poor victim, who will cross the line from life to death tomorrow morning, will never understand the heart-wrenching pain I am going through.

I clenched my teeth, grinding them together, and let out a moan of pain from the deepest part of my soul.

Justin was taken aback.When she saw that I was moaning, she came up to me and said:

"Dear sir, it is very nice of you to come and see me. I hope you will not think me a sinner."

I couldn't even say a word to Justin.

"Yes, Justin," said Elizabeth,
"He believes in your innocence more than I do; because, even after he heard that you had confessed, he still believed in your innocence."

"I am grateful to him from the bottom of my heart. In the last moments of my life, I am sincerely grateful to those who have shown kindness to me. For someone who is as broken as I am, the deep friendship that others have shown me is even more gracious , Precious. Now I feel much better. At least I still have you, my dear lady, and your cousin, who think I am innocent, so I think I can die without regret now."

Elizabeth was also crying bitterly, but her pain was caused by a pure and innocent reason, just like a floating cloud in the night sky drifting past the bright moon. Although the moon was temporarily blocked, the floating cloud could never cover up the brilliance of the bright moon.

But at this moment, pain and despair corroded my heart, and my heart seemed to carry a whole purgatory, which no one could drive or clear.

That's how we stay with Justin.

Hours passed, and Elizabeth and Justin were inseparable.

"I really want to die with you." Elizabeth cried. "I can't live in this miserable world."

Early the next morning, Justin was executed.

Elizabeth's heartfelt and touching appeal could not change the judges' sentence for the innocent victim.

Justin was hanged on the gallows as a murderer.

"

(End of this chapter)