Chapter 11 Juvenile Court: He was locked up in a juvenile detention center, and I succeeded!
Before the morning mist had dissipated, a few rays of light shone through the north window of the evidence room of the Yancheng City Public Security Bureau.
A tall man in a police uniform, with a white overcoat, was slowly moving a magnifying glass across the cuff of a blue sweater. The dark blue stains gleamed faintly in the morning light. His fingers gently caressed the fabric, feeling the texture of the fibers.
“Hero brand carbon ink, 4th batch, 1992.” The man’s voice was deep and firm.
A young assistant was taking notes beside him, his pen scratching across the notebook.
Jiang Ling and Li Zhenliang delivered the relevant evidence in Qian Darong's case to the police station early in the morning, and now the two of them are standing obediently at the door waiting for the results.
The tall man turned to look at the window and raised his hand to adjust the angle of the magnifying glass.
In the morning light, the crystalline shape of the ink stains gradually becomes clear, revealing key-tooth-shaped indentations.
Li Zhenliang whispered to Jiang Ling, "Officer Ying is a well-known workaholic in the Evidence Section of the Public Security Bureau's Technical Brigade. As long as he is collecting evidence at the scene, no one else dares to disturb him."
Jiang Ling nodded.
Ying Songmao, a second-level police inspector, was the deputy captain of the technical team of the criminal investigation detachment of the Yan City Public Security Bureau. He was a well-known forensic expert in Hunan Province, and she had long heard of his reputation. In her previous life, she had no opportunity to work with him, but she had seen his signature on evidence reports in the files many times.
The calligraphy is neat and elegant, with sharp strokes, leaving a deep impression.
However... Ying Songmao's signature has not been seen since 2000, and I don't know why.
Li Zhenliang continued whispering, "Qian Jianshe hired the most famous lawyer in the city, who is said to be very good at handling cases. Although we caught Qian Darong red-handed this time, he is only fifteen years old after all. Only by securing solid evidence can we send him to a juvenile detention center."
Li Zhenliang and Jiang Ling were not close, so it was a little difficult for them to whisper to each other, and they accidentally raised their voices a little.
Ying Songmao stopped what he was doing, turned around and glanced at Li Zhenliang.
It was only a glance, but it made Li Zhenliang shrink back and shut his mouth in embarrassment.
Jiang Ling felt no pressure whatsoever, her gaze fixed on Ying Songmao's face.
Previously, her understanding of him was limited to physical evidence reports and signatures.
In her spare time, she tried to analyze handwriting and judged that he should be an introverted, self-disciplined, and temperamental person. Now that she has met him in person, she can see that he is focused on his work, has excellent appraisal skills, and is meticulous in his actions, which perfectly confirms her judgment that he is introverted and self-disciplined.
Judging from the look Ying Songmao gave Li Zhenliang just now, it's safe to say he has a temper.
In that instant, it felt as if time and space overlapped, and the names matched the real people... which was quite interesting.
Ying Songmao met Jiang Ling's gaze and suddenly spoke: "When the ink seeped into the lock cylinder, it collided and formed a unique pattern, similar to the crystal formation on the cuff of the sweater. It can be confirmed that the sweater was stained with ink when it came into contact with the key."
Li Zhenliang excitedly raised his hand: "Great! Qian Darong keeps saying that Liang Qiqiao gave him the key, let's see how he tries to deny it now."
Jiang Ling: "Thank you."
Ying Songmao felt that Jiang Ling's gaze was a little strange.
Although he spends most of his time in the laboratory, he has a strong intuition for people's likes and dislikes because his sister is deaf and mute.
The girl was clearly only in her early twenties, and he had never seen her before, yet the way she looked at him was as if she were seeing an old friend again.
Old friend? How could that be?
Ying Songmao shook off the thoughts in his mind and continued to examine Qian Darong's shoes, while his assistant recorded every detail.
Sunlight gradually streamed into the evidence room, casting long shadows of the two men.
Time passed by, but Jiang Ling didn't feel bored at all. She was used to organizing materials and making records alone in the archives room. There was no need for intrigue or conflict; it was a peaceful sense of fulfillment.
Li Zhenliang yawned to the side.
Jiang Ling glanced at him sideways.
Li Zhenliang thought her demeanor resembled Ying Songmao's, and couldn't help but laugh, pointing at her and saying, "You, you..."
"Alright." A report was handed to Li Zhenliang.
Li Zhenliang immediately forgot what he had just wanted to say to Jiang Ling, excitedly took the report handed to him by Ying Songmao, turned to the last page, and looked at the test results: "Thank you, Officer Ying. The physical evidence is complete, so we're not afraid that Qian Darong will recant his testimony."
Jiang Ling was looking at the signature at the end of the report.
Yes, Ying Songmao, it's been a long time.
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The atmosphere inside the juvenile court was tense and serious.
The white wall was covered with the slogan "Education, Rehabilitation, and Redemption," and the bailiffs wore badges that read "Juvenile Justice." Qian Darong's chair armrests were covered with velvet to prevent him from self-harming.
Ying Songmao stood in the witness stand and presented the court with photographs of the evidence.
"The ink stains on the sweater cuffs, the carbon ink in Liang Jiushan's desk, and the residual ink stains on the key lock cylinder are all consistent."
"The moss left on the soles of the shoes is the same as the moss under the steps of Building 13."
"The footprints inside the Liang family's house were identified as those left by Qian Darong. Judging from the gait, the forefoot was heavier than the heel, indicating that he was walking on tiptoe."
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The lawyer presented evidence, including a "Physiology and Hygiene" textbook that Qian Darong had torn up, claiming that Qian Darong had sexual cognitive impairment.
The prosecution presented photos provided by the police, showing a pencil case engraved with numbers, a brown red ribbon, a yellowed handwritten copy, a metal box containing women's underwear, and close-ups of fabric stained with semen... all of which were found in Qian Darong's desk.
When the witness testified, Qian Darong's classmate responded: "Qian Darong harassed Liang Qiqiao multiple times. After being criticized by the teacher, he started bullying Liang Jiushan. He also trampled on the 'Physiology and Hygiene' textbook, saying that it was not as interesting as the handwritten copy."
The two sides clashed fiercely back and forth.
As more and more evidence was presented, the lawyer's expression grew increasingly grim.
He originally thought that Qian Darong was under 15 years old, so defending him would be easy, but he did not expect that the materials and evidence prepared by the police and prosecutors were so sufficient.
Finally, the judge delivered the verdict on the spot, his voice firm and resounding.
"The investigation revealed that on the night of November 13, 1993, the defendant Qian Darong (15 years old) illegally entered Liang Qiqiao's residence and made violent threats, which constituted the crime of attempted rape. Given that the defendant is a minor and has suffered long-term domestic emotional abuse during his upbringing, and has a significant need for psychological intervention, he was given a lighter sentence in accordance with the law."
The judgment is as follows:
I. Qian Darong is sentenced to two years of reformatory education and re-education through labor (calculated from the date of detention).
II. Legal representatives Qian Jianshe and Zhao Yanhong shall compensate Liang Qiqiao for medical expenses and mental distress damages totaling RMB 3,800.
Third, Qian Jianshe's employer (Yanshi Textile Factory) is ordered to issue him a major demerit for misconduct.
Qian Darong sat in the defendant's dock, his eyes filled with resentment. He suddenly ripped open his collar, revealing a scar on his collarbone, and roared at the judge.
"My dad locked me out of the warehouse while he was having sex with women! Those sounds... those sounds are in my head every night! I was only five years old then!"
"If my dad can do it, why can't I?!"
"I'm only fifteen years old. I just want to try. Why can't I?"
An uproar erupted in the courtroom.
Zhao Yanhong sat in the audience, trembling all over. Her watch was shattered, but she had forgotten to take it off. The shards cut her wrist, and blood slowly flowed out, but she seemed to feel no pain.
Qian Jianshe slumped in his chair, staring blankly at his son sitting in the defendant's seat.
His son was five years old then, chubby and adorable. He hadn't become the deputy factory director yet, and he often took his son around. Who was he with in the warehouse back then? He had completely forgotten.
He had left his son outside the small door of the warehouse, forgetting that there were more than a dozen old wooden crates piled up outside that hadn't been put away yet. The edges of the crates were sharp, and they cut his son. His son cried loudly, and blood flowed freely, but he was engrossed in playing and didn't hear a thing.
He regretted it afterwards and bought his son a lot of toys to appease him. He never expected that his son would hold a grudge to this day.
Even after the trial ended, Qian Jianshe remained in a daze, like a lost soul, memories flashing through his mind, his heart aching so much he could hardly breathe. It wasn't until Zhao Yanhong scratched his face that the pain brought him back to his senses.
"You beast! You beast!" Zhao Yanhong screamed hoarsely, "My son has been sent to a juvenile detention center and will be locked up for two years. Two years! His future is completely ruined!"
Panic and guilt flashed in Qian Jianshe's eyes: "I...I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Zhao Yanhong turned her head and saw Liang Qiqiao and Liang Jiushan standing up from the audience. She suddenly rushed to Liang Qiqiao's feet, her face covered in tears and snot: "Qiqiao, Liang Qiqiao, why won't you sign a letter of forgiveness? I can compensate you, I can give you lots and lots of money, I can send you and your brother abroad, why won't you forgive me? I beg you, I beg you, please plead with the judge to say that you and Da Rong were in a free love relationship, okay?"
Liang Qiqiao pursed her lips and remained silent, quietly watching the woman in front of her who was crying for her son.
Liang Jiushan stood in front of his sister, saying, "He deserved it, he got what he deserved!"
Liang Qiqiao held her younger brother's hand and said, word by word, "I don't understand."
Zhao Yanhong's eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like a madwoman: "It's your fault! You did it on purpose! I know you don't believe that Da Rong will change for the better. You set a trap, didn't you?"
Liang Qiqiao's lips curled into a mocking smile. So what if she did it on purpose?
The key was there, no one asked him to steal it; the door was there, no one asked him to enter without permission; she was there, no one asked him to pounce on her.
Jiang Ling said that everything was a test for Qian Darong, but unfortunately, he failed the test.
Liang Qiqiao ignored the crazed Zhao Yanhong and walked out of the courtroom with Liang Jiushan.
Jiang Ling waited outside the courthouse the whole time.
Seeing the siblings come out, he slowly stood up from the bench.
The siblings' eyes glistened with tears of gratitude and joy.
Liang Qiqiao stood ramrod straight, looking as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, utterly relaxed: "Officer Jiang, he's been put in a juvenile detention center, I did it!"
Liang Jiushan smiled brightly, his eyes crinkling with a youthful energy: "Thank you, Sister Ling."
After calling her "Sister Ling," Liang Jiushan cautiously asked, "Can I call you Sister Ling?"
As he spoke, Liang Jiushan blinked, his beautiful eyes now clear and affectionate, devoid of any gloom. However, his right hand unconsciously lingered on the second button, revealing his inner nervousness.
Jiang Ling looked at Liang Jiushan, who was completely different from the one in prison, and smiled slightly: "Okay."
Liang Jiushan, you will never again have your hands stained with blood, never again lean against the prison walls and mutter to yourself, never again repent and pray for a second chance at life.
I hope you have a smooth journey ahead and live a bright and happy life.
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