Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095 Deception_1

“Just now, the prosecution said that this case has complete testimonial and physical evidence, perfect,” Purple Summers slightly curled the corner of her mouth and shook her head, “I don’t think so, because this case is still missing three very important pieces of evidence.”

The jury members looked puzzled.

The presentation of evidence had already ended, what could be missing?

Purple Summers glanced at the prosecutor and then turned her gaze back to the jury, “First, there is no comparison of DNA from sperm in this case because the doctor did not find any sperm inside Ms. Stone. Why not? Maybe a condom was used; maybe the other party did not ejaculate; Ms. Stone says she doesn’t know.

Second, the doctor did not find any bruises, abrasions, or any marks of external force on Ms. Stone’s body.”

Purple Summers said this and let out a light breath, with a hint of helplessness.

“No sperm, no marks, and no one in the nearby residences heard cries for help or screaming. What exactly happened in that alley, we have no way of knowing.”

“Do you feel puzzled?” Purple Summers looked at them, paused for a moment, and continued, “And the most important piece of physical evidence, that missing knife. The police searched the area but did not find the knife, nor did they find it on my client. The prosecution believes that my client disposed of the murder weapon in advance. But isn’t that strange? If he had the chance to discard the weapon, why not throw away the underwear too? He didn’t even put it in his pocket, but brazenly held it in his hand, sat on the curb, and didn’t even think to run when he saw the police! Why?

The only reason is that he is innocent. Because he is not the perpetrator of the crime, he did not run, nor did he try to hide the evidence!”

After finishing, Purple Summers sighed lightly and asked again, “Are we really going to send him to prison? Just because he is a… ‘spectacled fat man’?”

Purple Summers returned to her seat.

The court hearing ended, and all that was left was to wait for the jury’s decision.

Purple Summers saw that Victoria Morrison was still there and walked over to greet her, “Mrs. Morrison, did you have something you wanted to say to me just now?”

Victoria Morrison was slightly taken aback, her gaze somewhat distracted, and she said slowly, “Actually, it’s nothing important…”

“Is it related to the case?” Purple Summers frowned, looking very serious.

Victoria Morrison fell silent for a while, then suddenly asked, “Do you think Bridget Stone looks like she’s been raped?”

“Looks like?” Purple Summers was perplexed, such a thing… it’s difficult to say, at least earlier in the courtroom, Bridget Stone indeed seemed to act like someone who had been hurt.

Victoria Morrison asked further, “When Norton Young testified, did you observe Bridget Stone’s expression?”

Purple Summers’ brows were tightly knit, and she shook her head slowly.

During Norton Young’s testimony, most people in the courtroom, including Purple Summers, were watching Norton Young, and she was also paying attention to his performance, in case he misspoke or slipped up, so she, as a lawyer, could promptly rectify it.

Victoria Morrison said, “You see, a courtroom is actually quite like a theater stage. If the person testifying is an actor, then the people below are the audience. Actors in a theater troupe put on a strong performance on stage, and when they’re offstage, they tend to habitually observe the performance of others, focused and earnest, to the extent that they forget their own act.”

Purple Summers vaguely understood something, her eyes widening slightly, as if in disbelief.

“When Norton Young testified, Bridget Stone was observing him the whole time,” Victoria Morrison said, “As a victim, seeing her rapist making excuses in court, she should be furious, right? But Bridget Stone was calm, just focused on observing Norton Young, without showing any disgust or aversion.”

Purple Summers murmured, “You mean… Norton Young and Bridget Stone, they’re actually in cahoots?”

“I’m not sure,” Victoria Morrison gave her a look and spoke faintly, “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I didn’t want to affect your closing argument. Maybe I saw it wrong.”