Chapter 696: As Long as the Result is Good, That is Justice

"Help me notify a few people," Mr. Charles said a few names; he believed that with the lawyer's status in the New Jincheng lawyer industry, he had heard of these people's names.

"It's not that I don't believe in you, it's just that I want to reduce unnecessary trouble," he looked at the lawyer, and the lawyer looked at the names recorded.

Actually, lawyers often encounter this situation when handling cases; they don't dislike double insurance, and even hope that the people mentioned by Mr. Charles can directly handle this case for him.

In this way, the things the lawyer should do are only done a little, but the money that should be taken is not less at all, making a big profit.

After recording these names, he prompted, "I can't be by your side during the inquiry at the Prosecutor's Office; if you encounter questions you are not sure about, you can refuse to answer and request to see me."

"I won't leave before the inquiry ends; I will wait for your inquiry results in the hall."

Mr. Charles nodded, and finally the lawyer turned and left the room.

The inspection personnel outside walked in, signaling Mr. Charles to follow behind them; they passed through a corridor and came to a room that looked like it should be slightly higher in level.

There was a table in the room, and there were some chairs on both sides of the table.

The staff signaled him to sit on the chair facing the door, and then left here.

After about four or five minutes, several prosecutors came to the room.

"Mr. Charles?"

Mr. Charles nodded; his gaze stayed on these prosecutors for a while, remembering their appearance.

As a person at the tip of the pyramid of this city, even for these prosecutors, they are doing official business, but for Mr. Charles, he suffered the biggest, full of malicious offense ever!

He looked at these people, couldn't see any negative emotions, or fierceness, but his eyes revealed a trace of heart-palpitating aura.

These prosecutors seemed not to notice, sitting behind the table in front of him.

Then the prosecutor in the middle opened the document bag he carried with him, took out some documents from inside, including photos and some paper records.

"Do you know this girl?" He first showed a photo of a girl.

"A bit familiar," he followed what the lawyer told him, saying what should be said.

Although prostitution is a "crime," for these rich people, the privileged class, this kind of crime is like singing while taking a bath at night, and will not bring him an irreversible result.

Of course, he didn't say he knew her as soon as he came up, and at least he had called the other party twice.

The prosecutor nodded, and then showed another material, handing it to the staff beside him.

The staff took that material and came to Mr. Charles' side, showing it to him.

That was two pages of a notebook; each page could only show a part of the content, and there were other contents covered by white paper.

It recorded the time, and the content related to his solicitation, for example, what kind of girl he requested, who the manager chose.

How long he played, what the girl's state was when he left, and how he paid the prostitution fee.

Although the content of recording these things that happened is very concise, without any literary quality, let alone storytelling, it is just a few words that constitute a content.

But it is enough to show the things as they are in front of people.

Looking at these words, Mr. Charles couldn't help but curse a few dirty words.

He wasn't cursing the prosecutor, but the damn manager of Red High Heels, and that girl!

At the same time, he also felt a bit creepy and fearful; if Red High Heels has a notebook, whether other companies that specialize in providing entertainment in the Bay Area will also have similar things.

"Do you admit that the content above is a fact?" The prosecutor asked again.

There is a tape recorder at the scene; Mr. Charles hesitated for a while, but finally nodded. "I admit, what is said above is all fact."

They then listed some actual evidence of his solicitation, photos of girls, specific notebook content, and even a check appeared!

Looking at his own signature on the check, the prosecutor also said that his fingerprints were extracted on it; he really didn't want to say anything at all.

"I admit all the crimes you accused..."

He was very cooperative; there was no need to make things too big because of a small crime that didn't catch the eye.

After several prosecutors discussed, the prosecutor sitting in the middle asked, "Mr. Charles, your attitude is very cooperative and friendly; we will write it in the report submitted to the court; now there is a question."

Mr. Charles nodded. "Can you give me a cigarette?"

The prosecutor let the staff give him a cigarette; he took a puff and relaxed slightly. "Please say, what question?"

"Because you have already pleaded guilty, according to our current process, the next step is to undergo a court trial and give you the punishment you deserve."

"The question now is, do you hope we submit the case to the fast-track court, or submit it to the City No. 3 Court?"

No. 1 Court and No. 2 Court are courts used to conduct trials for serious criminal cases; criminal cases, or some special cases, will introduce the jury system, and the jury will decide whether the criminal is guilty.

This requires the layout and decoration of the court to be different from ordinary courts; they need to arrange rest for the jury, and need to build a confidential soundproof room for the jury to discuss freely and without being affected by the outside world.

But not all cases require jury intervention.

For example, non-criminal cases, those special cases with huge influence, will not introduce a jury, so there are special courts for these cases, and the choice of judges is also different.

In addition to this, there is the fast-track court.

According to the regulations of the Federal Department of Justice, cases with an upper limit of sentence within one year can be tried through the fast-track court.

Of course, the fast-track court can also have defense lawyers, and most cases that go through the fast-track court are those with conclusive evidence and the defendant has already pleaded guilty, so the speed of the trial will be very fast.

The judge might just look at the case file, then ask a few questions, and then make a verdict.

Mr. Charles knows some of these, but doesn't know much; he shook his head. "I need to discuss with my lawyer."

The prosecutor's side agreed to his request; not long after, he saw his lawyer again and told his lawyer the prosecutor's words just now.

The lawyer instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

"You can choose the time for the fast-track court; you can go through the process very quickly; for example, if you have time tomorrow, you can go to trial tomorrow, and sentence on the spot."

"If you go to the city standard court, we need to arrange the date; if we are lucky, we can go to court next week; if we are unlucky, we might have to wait two or three weeks later, or longer."

"And it might not be sentenced on the spot, and we have to wait for the process; the things here are not very clear."

For example, the prosecutor suddenly said that he wanted to supplement evidence, and the judge would definitely choose to adjourn the court and choose another day to open the court, allowing the prosecutor to have enough time to supplement the evidence.

"This process might be relatively long, because you have already pleaded guilty now, so they will detain you until the verdict result comes out."

Mr. Charles frowned. "Can I be bailed?"

"I don't want to stay here for a day!"

The lawyer shook his head. "Just now when you went to accept the inquiry, I had already inquired; they temporarily refused your bail."

Mr. Charles was very dissatisfied, but he also knew that he shouldn't lose his temper at the lawyer. "After you go out, immediately contact the list and numbers I gave you, and let them move too."

Saying this, he paused. "If we choose the fast-track court, will I be able to go out soon?"

The lawyer hesitated this time. "Theoretically, it is like this."

But he didn't know what the actual situation was.

Mr. Charles walked back and forth for a while; he thought for a long time, and finally decided to go to the fast-track court.

If Mayor Williams' ability can affect the fairness of the judicial department in the city, then whether it is the fast-track court or the urban court, the final result is the same.

He turned to look at the lawyer. "If we are dissatisfied with the result, we can appeal, right?"

The lawyer nodded again. "It just so happens that the appellate court for this area is in Manton."

"If we choose to appeal, we can go to Manton and fight the lawsuit with them."

Mr. Charles had no more questions; he had many interpersonal relationships in Manton, and those people could help him solve this small problem.

In his, in the lawyer's words, this is just a "prostitution crime," and it doesn't even count as doing evil!

"Then we will go to the fast-track court."

With this decision, the prosecutor's side immediately started to arrange for him; of course, he couldn't leave here tonight, and he would be detained at the Prosecutor's Office until the day of the trial.

Soon the prosecutor sent things for the night and took him to a separate room.

Looking at the small and simple house, he cursed a few dirty words and sat on the bed board, closing his eyes. He thought this was just a small trick for Mayor Williams to disgust him, but he didn't know that because he was caught in for the same crime, he was not the only one.

Just in a room not far from here, another rich man from the Bay Area sat in the interrogation room.

The reason it is an interrogation room, not a place like an office or inquiry room, is because his case is relatively bad.

"... We have already found the buried corpse from this place; do you want to see what she looked like in the end?" The prosecutor said with a blank face, holding up one of the photos.

The rich man who was interrogated didn't really want to see that photo, but he instinctively raised his head.

A pale skeleton was laid flat on a metal table; these bones were pieced together, although only bones were left.

But in his mind, he thought of everything that happened that day in a trance.

He didn't want to kill anyone originally; he just wanted to try some games he had heard of, but the girl resisted desperately, and even bit his thigh hard.

His thigh was bitten and bled; until now, there is still a scar where he was bitten.

Under the action of various desires and emotions, he beat the girl madly and accidentally beat the person to death.

He accidentally killed a... call girl; at first, he was very scared; after all, he killed someone.

!

He didn't know how to handle this case; in panic, he called his friend.

But what made him feel incredible and unexpected was that his friend said, let him call the manager of Red High Heels, and the manager would help him handle these.

Later, the facts were indeed as his friend said; three strong men came over from Red High Heels; they wore the kind of one-piece rubber clothes that only farmers wear when working.

After entering the basement, they saw that corpse as if they saw an animal corpse, without any emotional fluctuation, and didn't even ask what happened.

Then he saw those people use the tools in his room to skillfully dismantle the girl and put them into two pull-rod boxes!

Past memories attacked him like a tide, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a trace of painful expression.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

The prosecutor shook his head slightly. "Do you guess we can find those tools that dismembered these corpses?"

"Maybe they are in the basement of your villa, or buried under a piece of turf in your villa?"

When this sentence was said, the eyeballs of the rich man who was interrogated trembled slightly.

Those tools are still in his basement until now!

The prosecutor saw that he didn't speak, raised his hand, and signaled everyone else to go out.

After the door was closed tightly, the prosecutor said, "Actually... whether there is evidence is not important; what is important is whether we want to convict you."

"We say it is valid evidence, then it is valid evidence; can you understand what I mean?"

The rich man who was interrogated seemed to realize something; he immediately said, "What do you want?"

"Money?"

"Woman?"

"Or something else?"

"You name a price, I can give it all to you!"

The prosecutor shook his head. "It's not what I want, it's what Mr. Lanse wants!"

He paused, and then from the document bag, he took out two more documents and raised them. "Here is a share transfer agreement for the New Jincheng Wharf Investment Company; as long as you sign this agreement, you will only be tried and sentenced for the crime of prostitution."

"The sentence is very likely only three months; you spend some money, handle it, arrange a private prison, which is equivalent to going on a vacation."

"A very cost-effective deal, isn't it?"

"If we find out that you killed someone, you will most likely not be able to come out for the rest of your life!"

The rich man who was interrogated fell into silence; he understood why this trouble suddenly found him.

He didn't want to sign, because once he signed, he lost the most correct investment and the biggest wealth in his life.

Although he is still very rich, these money will become like those dandelions after losing the shares of the investment company, without any anti-risk ability, and will scatter when a wind blows.

But... if he doesn't sign, he can't even pass the current level.

Life is like this, making choices at one intersection after another, and then coming to the next intersection.

The prosecutor saw that he didn't speak from beginning to end, and added another sentence. "You are a capitalist, you should understand better than me, the sooner you transfer your equity, the better it is for you."

"After Mr. Lanse has raised enough equity, whether you sign or not has no meaning to him."

"Think about it carefully!"

"I'm going out to smoke a cigarette, you also smoke a cigarette; after a cigarette, I will come back; if you haven't made a choice, the conditions I gave you are all void."

"If you don't sign, your family will sign, your wife will sign."

"If your wife doesn't sign, your son and daughter will sign."

"If they don't sign, your brothers and sisters will also sign; someone will always sign, right?"

He put a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches into the hands of the rich man who was interrogated, and then turned and went out.

Five minutes later, he walked in from outside, still with a smell of smoke. "Have a decision?"

"Sir?"

The rich man who was interrogated looked exceptionally haggard; in just these five minutes, he looked much older.

He nodded. "Give me the agreement..."

Soon he signed the share transfer agreement; before he was convicted and sentenced, this agreement had full legal effect.

The interrogation process ended quickly; when the prosecutor wrote the report and prosecuted the rich man who was interrogated for "prostitution," his apprentice suddenly asked, "Is that it?"

His voice was a bit dull, looking unhappy; the prosecutor looked at him, and he seemed to raise his chin a bit hard, still laughing!

This made the prosecutor couldn't help but laugh out loud; he put down his pen, looked at his intern with a smile, and watched his face turn red while still laughing!

His intern couldn't help but close the door tightly and said loudly, "We are prosecutors, we..."

The prosecutor raised his hand to stop him from continuing. "I know."

"Many years ago, I was the same as you, thinking that we could judge evil, but facts told me that we couldn't."

"If there is no external force intervention, his lawyer will show the charity work he has done over the years to the court and all walks of life."

"Will tell people how many poor people his company and enterprise have supported, and how many families can fill their stomachs and have a place to live."

"His lawyer will tell people that he has repented, and will continue to repent, willing to take out more money to redeem his sins."

"He can even bribe the victim's family to let the victim's family forgive the crimes he committed!"

"You guess, how will the judge judge?"

His intern's brain was already unable to turn under the continuous impact of information, and he asked subconsciously, "How to judge?"

"The jury will think that although he is guilty, it shouldn't be a death penalty; the judge might sentence him to ten years."

"He has a lot of money; he finds someone to handle the relationship, goes to a private prison, just like living in a villa, lives for two or three years, and then gets parole because of outstanding performance."

"A human life, for these rich people, is just spending some money, and then losing two or three years of time."

His intern's three views became unstable, and he was a bit confused, and didn't even know what to say.

The prosecutor lit a cigarette again and inhaled slowly. "But now, although it is only three months, he will never have a chance to come out for the rest of his life..."

He turned to look at his intern. "Someone will handle him!"

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