Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 534 Chance Encounter and Determination

Let's rewind to about ten minutes ago.

After Nan Zhuren explained the evidence he submitted and the defendant's lawyer made his first rebuttal.

The assistant, wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, gently closed the courtroom door, exchanged a few pleasantries with the bailiff standing at the door, and then came out.

As an assistant, Hou Hei-kuang's task in this trial was to facilitate the handover between witnesses, the plaintiff, and the plaintiff's representative.

After completing this task, he is usually required to continue attending the court proceedings; of course, he may leave midway if he has other ideas.

He has clearly chosen the latter.

The assistant, wearing thick black rims, quickly walked to a secluded spot, loosened his tie, and let out a long sigh.

"What, aren't you going to listen carefully to what Professor Nan has to say?"

Suddenly, a teasing voice came from behind. The assistant with thick black-rimmed glasses turned around and saw that it was his assistant colleague wearing thin white-rimmed glasses.

The assistant with the thin white frame smiled and said, "Don't you really like this Teacher Nan?"

As she spoke, the assistant with the thin white frame gradually widened the curve of her lips: "When the lectures first started, you kept finding fault, saying things like 'the psychology expert is not worthy of the title.' But after the last lecture, it turned into 'Professor Nan is indeed an expert.'"

"I remember you were quite disappointed that you wouldn't have the opportunity to work with Professor Nan for a while. Now that we're finally meeting, why don't you take a good look around?"

Listening to my colleagues' jokes.

The assistant with thick black frames shook his head: "I can't stand it anymore."

He sighed and said, "After Xia left, the judge pulled me over to help organize the materials. There were indeed problems with the evidence submitted by Teacher Nan. Of course, I can understand that he is a psychological counselor and needs to protect his clients."

The assistant with the thin white frame nodded in agreement upon hearing this. He understood as well.

"But because of that, I can already guess what's going to happen next." The assistant with thick black frames tilted his head inside. "As soon as Teacher Nan finished explaining the evidence, that lawyer started to fight back, and he'll definitely muddy the waters after that."

"This case has such a significant impact that the presiding judge must be paying extra attention to every detail. Under these circumstances, they might really have to consider giving those swindlers a lighter sentence."

Hearing her colleague's complaint, the assistant with the thin white frame put on a serious expression: "Why do you sound like you're speaking from the plaintiff's perspective? Do you even hope the fraudster will be severely punished? Outsiders may think that way, but we can't!"

The assistant with the thin white frame looked a few years older than the assistant with the thick black frame, so he should be a senior and had a few more years of work experience. He was also particularly sensitive to certain things.

The assistant with the thick black-rimmed glasses retorted, "Then why did you come out too?"

This question left the assistant with the thin white box speechless.

After a long pause, he slowly said, "Teacher Nan is a very capable person. If conditions allowed, he could definitely do even better. Unfortunately, this time it's a case of 'a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice'..."

"I can watch the replay of the trial later, but I couldn't bear to watch him being bullied like that by the other side in person."

The two looked at each other and inexplicably felt an emotional connection and recognition.

They all sighed.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang in their ears.

"Comrade, is this the First Criminal Court? Is there a fraud case being heard here right now...?"

The two assistants looked behind them and saw a person completely covered up from time to time.

The man was dressed like a criminal suspect and used strange titles. However, since he was in court, calling him a criminal suspect was just a joke.

The assistant with thick black frames assumed who the other person was and then frowned: "Yes, this is it. Do you want to sit in? You know you're going to be late? You can go in during the break later."

Sometimes, temporary observers may enter the courtroom during the proceedings. Court personnel generally do not stop them unless it disrupts the order of the proceedings.

But even so, there will always be some noise when someone opens a door, enters, or takes a seat.

If the trial reaches a critical point, it will have some impact.

Just then, this person bumped into him, and the assistant with thick black-rimmed glasses instinctively stepped in to stop him.

The assistant with the thin white glasses looked at the man and slowly narrowed her eyes: "You look familiar... Wait, about what happened to Meng Ting a while ago, wasn't it you who took the knife for him?"

……

Nan Zhihao adjusted his hat.

Standing in front of his assistants with thin white frames and thick black frames, he instinctively felt uncomfortable with their enthusiastic tone and gaze.

He would rather his assistant with thin white frames spoke to him in the same slightly reprimanding tone as his assistant with thick black frames.

But since the question had already been asked, he could only nod and say, "Yes..."

The assistant with the thick black-rimmed glasses was taken aback: "So, the one inside is... you're here to appear as a witness? Or the plaintiff? Are you late?"

Nan Zhihao hesitated for a moment: "No, I just came to sit in. I had something to do today, so I'm late..."

"Even just sitting in is fine." The assistant's eyes lit up. "Come with me, I'll show you the way!"

Nan Zhihao instinctively didn't want to trouble the other person: "No need, just give me directions..."

However, the thick-rimmed assistant had already taken the lead without saying a word.

Nan Zhihao watched as the other party walked all the way to the courthouse entrance, greeted the bailiffs, and then arranged for himself to be in a seat as close to the front as possible.

Then Nan Zhihao happened to hear the defendant's lawyer read out the victim's chat logs, hear Nan Zhuren use his professional knowledge to refute the claims, and hear the defendant's lawyer making unreasonable and illogical questions about the lack of evidence.

Finally, I heard sighs from the photographers and reporters in front of me, as well as murmurs from the other people in the audience.

The presiding judge, seated at the highest point of the courtroom, used his gavel to restore order to the scene, and then continued to preside over the proceedings, summoning Bai Qinghua to the court to present evidence.

The old professor had a wealth of information at his disposal. Using chat logs, fraudulent phone call records, and recordings provided by the police, he analyzed the criminals' speech and even created a comparison image using a voiceprint device, successfully proving the criminals' subjective intent to cause psychological harm.

Even though the defendant's lawyer tried his best, he was ultimately powerless to turn the tide. Instead, he was hit hard by Bai Qinghua's words, which were both soft and hard, and it was as if he was venting his anger for Nan Zhuren.

But Nan Zhihao's mouth, hidden by his mask, did not reveal a smile. He simply stared in Nan Zhuren's direction, remaining motionless.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.

Buzz-buzz-

His silent phone vibrated.

After glancing at the phone screen displaying the caller ID "Dad," Nan Zhihao hung up without a second thought.

(End of this chapter)