The lawyer suggested entering a guilty plea in hopes of a lighter sentence, but Hans Geoffrey adamantly refused, insisting on pleading not guilty.
The court hearing outco was obvious.
There was an overwhelming amount of incriminating evidence and scant exculpatory evidence. As a result, all of Hans Geoffrey’s subsequent appeals were dismissed.
Purple Sumrs needed to find a breakthrough if she was to appeal for Hans Geoffrey.
Having called ahead, the lawyer had already dug up case materials from six months earlier, including the full court records and all textual materials and photographs from that ti.
"This case has virtually no loopholes," the lawyer said with a sigh as he spoke about the homicide from six months ago. He told Purple Sumrs, "The body was found in his trunk. The murder weapon was an old-fashioned razor, and the police speculated that the initial cri scene was the basent of Hans Geoffrey’s villa—a storage room where they found the victim’s hair."
"Where was Hans Geoffrey at the ti?" Purple Sumrs asked.
With a look of helplessness, the lawyer said, "He claid he was asleep at ho. His bedroom is in the southeast corner on the second floor."
Purple Sumrs furrowed her brow, "Was he alone at ho?"
"His wife had just beco pregnant and was experiencing severe morning sickness. She had gone back to her mother’s house, and the servant happened to be on leave," the lawyer sighed. "The police speculated that he took advantage of his wife’s absence to invite a netizen over, leading to a conflict during an attempted sexual assault, which ended in the murder. He then stashed the body in the trunk, intending to dispose of it the next morning."
Purple Sumrs said, "But he still insists on pleading not guilty. Maybe he was indeed frad."
"Of course, anything is possible. Maybe a mysterious person intercepted Mr. Geoffrey’s chat records, knew the victim was coming over, avoided the surveillance caras on the main road, bypassed the villa’s alarm system, and successfully snuck in. After the victim arrived, this person killed them and left undetected," the lawyer said with a helpless laugh. "But that still doesn’t explain why Mr. Geoffrey’s fingerprints were on the victim’s ring."
Purple Sumrs looked down at the materials and photos in her hands and said quietly, "So you also think he killed soone."
"Yes," the lawyer nodded. "Based on the evidence, his chances of innocence are... slim."
Purple Sumrs felt a heavy weight in her heart.
This case was truly challenging...
After eting with the lawyer and obtaining the materials, Purple Sumrs went to the prison to see Hans Geoffrey.
She had applied for an appointnt the day before, racing against ti.
Hans Geoffrey was extrely shocked upon seeing Purple Sumrs. His mouth hung open, but no sound ca out. However, there was finally so emotion in his lifeless eyes.
"I know you," Hans Geoffrey said as he stared intently at Purple Sumrs’ face, recognition mixed with disbelief. "I’ve seen you in the news. You’ve never lost a case!"
"Because the cost of failure is very high, so I try to avoid it," Purple Sumrs responded coolly.
She sat down opposite him, took out a stack of materials, and began the routine inquiry, "From now on, I will be your defense lawyer. Please tell in detail what happened on the day of the incident."
But Hans Geoffrey seed not to hear her; he continued to stare at Purple Sumrs with a mix of caution and hope. "Will you help ?... Do you believe I’m innocent?"
"Mr. Geoffrey, I don’t know you," Purple Sumrs said, looking up at him calmly. "I don’t know what kind of person you are, but I will do my utmost to defend your rights. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here wasting my ti."
Upon hearing this, Hans Geoffrey pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Can we start now?" Purple Sumrs asked him. "Please describe in detail what happened during the incident."
Hans Geoffrey lowered his head and said softly, "I don’t know... I was asleep. The next morning, I got up and drove to work, only to be stopped by the police. Then, everything you know happened."
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