Film and Television: My Cheat Code is AI

trial room.

Jiang Dali sat in a chair with handcuffs on his hands. Ji Jie sat opposite him, Ding Jian sat in the middle, and Zhang Yang sat to the side. Fluorescent lights shone down from above, making Jiang Dali's face appear pale.

Ji Jie spoke up: "I just went to see your mother and your son Xiaoxiao, and they are both fine. But your mother hopes you can tell the truth, after all, you are still your son's father."

After listening, Jiang Dali nodded and remained seated in his chair.

Ji Jie began, "You said you murdered Lin Ying. Now, please describe in detail the process of murdering Lin Ying."

Jiang Dali shook his head slowly but forcefully, as if trying to shake something out of his head. "I didn't kill her."

Ding Jian slammed the transcript on the table. "Shut up, Jiang Dali! This is the transcript from that day. You said it yourself. You killed Lin Ying. Are you going to recant now?"

"What I mean is, she died because of me. I'm the one who caused her death, but I didn't kill her."

Ji Jie leaned forward slightly. "What do you mean she died because of you? What exactly is the connection between your death and hers?"

Jiang Dali raised his head, his eyes reddening. "It was my love that ruined her. I originally thought that since she was married, we couldn't be together anymore. Then last week she told me that she was pregnant and the child was mine. She's now preparing to divorce Li Ming and marry me. The night before last, she asked me to meet her in that building, the place where we often meet and date. I was waiting for her."

He paused, swallowed hard, and said, "I waited for over an hour, but she still didn't come. Then it started raining, so I went back. I heard she died in that building." His voice suddenly broke, and tears welled up in his eyes. "I deserve to die, I deserve to die. If I had waited for her a little longer, she wouldn't have been harmed by someone else."

Zhang Yang waited until he had cried for a while before speaking: "Jiang Dali, don't get agitated. I'm asking you, were there any lights on that construction site that night?"

Jiang Dali wiped his face with his sleeve and shook his head. "That area is now an unfinished building; there's hardly any light at all."

Zhang Yang then asked, "Did Lin Ying mention it to you? Did she talk to Li Ming about the divorce?"

Jiang Dali thought for a moment, "She seems to have mentioned it, but I can't remember."

After watching Zhang Yang finish asking his questions, Ding Jian turned to Jiang Dali and said, "Jiang Dali, someone saw you arguing that night."

Jiang Dali suddenly became agitated, the veins on his neck bulging. "I'm not lying, I really didn't hurt her, I'm innocent." He stood up, but the police officer behind him pressed down on his shoulders and pushed him back into the chair. Jiang Dali struggled, and the handcuffs clanged against the iron chair armrests.

Zhang Yang slammed his hand on the table. "Jiang Dali, you need to calm down."

Jiang Dali sat in the chair, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

After Jiang Dali was taken back to the detention center, Ji Jie was still going over the questions in her mind. She already understood why Zhang Yang specifically asked the question about the unfinished building that Jiang Dali mentioned.

In the office, Ji Jie said, "Zhang Yang, let's go check out that construction site tonight."

Ding Jian, standing nearby, asked, "Sister Ji, do you, like Zhang Yang, think that what Grandpa Zhang saw that night wasn't Jiang Dali?"

Before Ji Jie could speak, Zhang Yang interrupted, "Ding Jian, let me ask you this: you're a special forces soldier, a sniper, so your eyesight should be excellent. Can you see a person's face 100 meters away with the naked eye in complete darkness?"

Ding Jian thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

Zhang Yang said, "Even if there is lighting on the construction site, can an elderly person who is nearly seventy years old clearly see the face of a person 100 meters away? At most, he can see the outline of a human figure. Moreover, that construction site has been abandoned for a long time, so whether there is lighting or not is another matter. These are all things we need to investigate."

Before Ding Jian could reply, Old Zheng came out from the inner room, holding his phone, his face grim. "Let's go, let's go to the hospital."

Ding Jian was taken aback. "To the hospital?"

Old Zheng said with displeasure, "Jiang Dali cried out for justice in the detention center and then committed suicide by banging his head against the wall." He turned and shouted into the corridor, "Old He, come with me to the detention center."

Zhang Yang ran to the jeep, opened the door, got in, started the car, and drove towards the hospital. Tian Rui also received the news and rushed to the hospital from the other side.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Ji Jie and Zhang Yang hurried to the ward door. Jiang Dali lay on the bed, his head wrapped in gauze, with a palm-sized bloodstain seeping through it. He briefly regained consciousness, opening his eyes and scanning the people present with a vacant gaze. He mumbled incoherently, "I didn't kill her. Tell my son that his father isn't a murderer. I didn't kill anyone." After saying this, he fainted again. The heart rate monitor continued to beat, and the beeping sound echoed in the ward.

Tian Rui also arrived. She stood at the door of the ward for a while, then went downstairs to the hospital entrance. Lao Zheng and Lao He had just come from the detention center. Their car was parked at the bottom of the steps, and the two of them walked up one after the other.

Old Zheng saw people and asked, "What's going on?"

Ding Jian's tone was somewhat dejected, "He needed eleven stitches, and he's still not out of danger."

Old He put his bag down on the steps. "This is outrageous! Isn't this a blatant challenge to us? Don't think you can escape legal punishment by doing this."

Old Zheng reached out to stop Old He, "Alright, alright, alright." He turned to look at Ji Jie, "What do you think?"

Tian Rui spoke first: "Old He, let's withdraw the arrest warrant from the procuratorate. Jiang Dali cleared his name with his death, so it's very likely he was wronged, and his motive for killing was indeed questionable."

Zhang Yang glanced at Tian Rui. She changed her mind quickly, but her inner conviction remained unchanged; she was acting on emotion.

Old He said, "How can we do that? We've never had a case withdrawn from the Major Crimes Unit before. If word gets out, we'll be laughed at. Besides, it'll be so embarrassing."

Tian Rui said, "If you won't go, I will. This is a matter of life and death, more important than saving face."

Ding Jian said, "I'll go with you."

Old Zheng waved his hand. "Alright, alright, what do you think this is so glorious about? All this arguing... Since you know this is a matter of life and death, you have to be extremely cautious." He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag. "I've reminded you time and again how wrongful convictions are formed: presumption of guilt, hasty investigations, convictions based on confessions, protecting criminals, profit-driven motives, and framing. Of course, I can go to the procuratorate to withdraw the arrest warrant, but they'll ask why. Why? If suicide can withdraw an arrest warrant, then all criminals will commit suicide! What a disaster that would be!"

After Lao Zheng finished speaking, Ji Jie said, "Lao Zheng, I understand what you mean. We won't make the same mistake twice. Zhang Yang was right. We need to verify the witness testimonies based on the witness statements and Jiang Dali's confession."

She looked at Tian Rui, then at Ding Jian: "Forget everything that's happened now, let's start over. This time, let's follow Zhang Yang's approach. First, let's check the witness testimony of Grandpa Zhang from that night and see if we can really see clearly from a distance of 100 meters on that construction site."