A madman in France? How come he's always at crime scenes!

Zhou Hai is in a very bad mental state.

After a week in the detention center, every day felt like a year to this honest man who had barely received any traffic tickets.

His cheekbones even protruded, making him look very different from the photos the elderly couple showed Wu Liang.

Anyone who has spent time in a detention center knows that even if you are provided with three meals a day, your mental state will not be good, let alone the fact that Zhou Hai did accidentally kill someone.

Wu Liang picked up the microphone and knocked on the glass. "Hello, I'm Wu Liang, your lawyer in this case."

Zhou Hai was still somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the glass.

Wu Liang didn't rush to speak, leaning back in his chair with a relaxed expression.

This is the simplest reassurance technique in psychology. Don't rush or pressure them; use silence to tell them: It's safe here.

After about ten seconds, Zhou Hai finally spoke, his eyes clearly lacking energy.

"Attorney Wu... how is my mother's health?"

"They're alright." Wu Liang nodded. "Your dad's fine too. The two elders asked me to tell you not to worry about things at home."

Hearing this, Zhou Hai visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but his voice was still trembling.

"Yes, how much compensation do you want? My parents are old. If I go to jail, what will happen to them..."

Zhou Hai's head drooped. The police officers at the detention center had been giving him a lesson in the law these past few days. It was likely manslaughter, and even if the circumstances were minor, he would still be sentenced to up to three years in prison.

Wu Liang smiled and shook his head.

"Relax, maybe you won't go to jail or have to pay a single penny?"

Zhou Hai suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Really?"

"Of course, I still need to confirm a few details."

"Attorney Wu, please tell me! I will definitely cooperate fully!" Zhou Hai seemed to have grasped a lifeline, and immediately pressed himself against the glass, his previously sickly tone rising in voice.

"Don't rush, take your time. First question: what color was the blanket covering the deceased that day?"

……

Wu Liang was in a very good mood.

The trip was more fruitful than he had anticipated.

The fact that the criminal investigation team went to such lengths to find the person who reported the case again and question them separately to confirm whether there was any damage to the remains means they must have found something on the bones.

Furthermore, Officer Fang's slip of the tongue revealed that the timing and nature of the murder in the skeleton case basically aligned with the direction hinted at in the pamphlet.

As for Zhou Hai's case, based on the account given by the person involved and after confirming with the police officer in charge of the case, Wu Liang also had a direction for his defense.

There's a 99% chance of winning this case.

Why not 100%? Isn't it because they're afraid of making themselves arrogant?

Wu Liang hummed the tune of "Good Days" as he walked down the steps.

Before they could enjoy themselves for long, they noticed a few onlookers gathered near the gate.

A man and a woman were sitting on the ground, wailing loudly. The woman had disheveled hair, while the man, wearing a thick gold chain, was holding a cardboard sign with a portrait of an old woman on it. Their sobs were deafening.

Fang Lue and another auxiliary police officer were squatting nearby, trying to persuade him in a gentle and patient manner.

"Big brother, big sister, please get up first..."

"I won't get up!" the woman pounded the ground. "My mother died such a horrible death, and you police are still protecting the murderer! If you don't give us an explanation today, we'll die here!"

Fang Lue was sweating profusely.

Wu Liang walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Officer Fang, what's going on?"

Fang Lue turned around and saw it was him. Overjoyed, he pulled Wu Liang aside and whispered quickly:

"Ding Hu, the son of Liu Guifang, the victim in Zhou Hai's case, and his daughter-in-law Wang Li have been coming every day since the incident. We told them that the case is still under investigation, but they wouldn't listen and were determined to make Zhou Hai pay more compensation."

How much do you want?

Fang Lue gave a wry smile: "It started at two million. They said Zhou Hai committed intentional homicide and would be held criminally liable as well as subject to civil compensation. Now it's gone up to five million. Our captain has talked to them several times, but it's no use."

Wu Liang glanced at the couple and muttered:

"The deceased didn't say anything, and the family members are jumping around like crazy."

Fang Lue turned his head in confusion. Was this guy really a lawyer?

Click.

Suddenly, a camera shutter sounded.

Ding Hu's wailing stopped abruptly. He opened his eyes and saw a person squatting in front of him holding a cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Take the photos." Wu Liang waved his hand. "You can continue, don't worry about me."

He then turned the camera to the woman on the ground and snapped several photos in quick succession. Wang Li was stunned by his shots, momentarily forgetting to cry, staring at the camera with disheveled hair and a comical expression.

Wu Liang looked down at the photos he had just taken and clicked his tongue twice.

"Sister, your expression is off. When you're mourning, your lips should be turned down. Your lips are turned up; anyone who didn't know better would think you're smiling."

Wang Li's expression changed.

Wu Liang aimed at Ding Hu again and adjusted the angle.

"Come on, Master Ding, hold that portrait up a bit higher. Yes, like that. Show off the gold chain too, make it shiny, it'll look especially good in the photo."

Ding Hu instinctively raised the portrait higher, then realized what he had done and his face turned bright red.

"You fucking—"

"Don't move!" Wu Liang took another picture, nodding in satisfaction. "This one's good, really good. The portrait, the gold chain, the banner—the composition is perfect. I'll post it online later, and the title will be—"

He cleared his throat and read aloud:

"A 70-year-old woman was run over and killed while sleeping in the road. Her family is protesting outside the detention center, and the scene is emotional and touching. The family is demanding compensation of 5 million yuan, up from 2 million yuan, but the reasons are unclear. What do you think, netizens? Should this money be paid?"

Among the onlookers, someone chuckled.

Wu Liang put away his phone, stood up, and spoke casually.

"Master Ding, do you know what netizens love to watch these days? They love watching this kind of excitement. I'll post it online for you, make sure the title is eye-catching, and in less than three days, you two will be internet celebrities."

"At that time, there will definitely be enthusiastic netizens digging into your background: where do you two live, what kind of car do you drive, how many times a year did you go home before the old lady passed away? Oh, and by the way, how much does that gold chain weigh?"

Ding Hu instinctively covered his neck with his hand, his face completely changed.

"You...you deleted it!"

"Delete what?" Wu Liang blinked. "I'm legally collecting evidence. Your words and actions in a public place don't fall under the category of privacy. Besides, aren't you trying to let more people know about your grievance? I'm helping you spread the word; you should be thanking me."

Ding Hu's lips trembled with anger, and he couldn't utter a word.

Wang Li, who was on the ground, stopped crying and stared at Wu Liang with a look of surprise and doubt in her eyes.

Wu Liang bent down, leaned close to Ding Hu's ear, and whispered so low that only the two of them could hear him.

"Master Ding, let me give you a heads-up. In this case, my client, Zhou Hai, will be 100% acquitted."

Ding Hu's eyes widened suddenly.

"So, you should save your five million—" Wu Liang straightened up, patted his shoulder with a smile, "for when you're dreaming."

"You, you dare! I'm going to file a complaint against you!" Ding Hu shouted as he stood up, instinctively raising his arm as if to make a move.

Then they saw Fang Lue, dressed in a police uniform, standing behind Wu Liang.

"You just wait! You just wait!"

The onlookers burst into laughter.