Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

The [Court Investigation] phase is the core of the entire trial.

The indictment that the clerk is currently reading aloud marks the beginning of this phase.

The content of the indictment essentially provides a description of the case so far from an objective perspective of the court, including the origin of the case, the elements of the suspect's crime, key details, evidence list, legal basis, and so on.

Through the reading of this indictment, Nan Zhubin finally understood the full picture of the case.

This criminal group is a medium-sized gang of 16 people, and thus divided into several cases according to the criminal hierarchy; the case being heard today focuses on fraud charges, with the gang leader and "backbone" present as defendants.

A total of four people are currently in the defendant's dock, tense and dazed, like four anxious pieces of wood.

Their range of activity has not left the country, and while their fraudulent methods are "high-end," they are also single-tracked. Several veterans present were almost all scammed by similar AI video chat methods; some victims, after seeing through the AI tricks, had their privacy breached and were further extorted with synthesized indecent videos.

However, Nan Zhihao is the only one who had the video circulated after being extorted.

Nan Zhubin looked around.

Bai Qinghua leaned back in the chair, relaxed in posture but focused in expression; Chonghui leaned forward, seemingly lost in thought, occasionally glancing at himself, as if wanting to communicate, but uneasy about speaking up during the clerk's reading of the indictment.

After reading the indictment, the [Court Investigation] segment also includes the defendant's statement, the interrogation of the defendant, questioning of victims and plaintiffs, and finally the questioning of witnesses.

The presiding judge, seated at the highest position in the court, looked to his left: "Defendant Wang Zhenhai, is the content of the indictment just read by the clerk consistent with what you received?"

Everyone present followed the presiding judge's words and looked toward the defendant's dock.

...

Wang Zhenhai is the leader of this criminal gang.

At this moment, he is sporting a buzz cut, wearing handcuffs, and dressed in comparatively casual temporary civilian clothes.

Aside from the attire and styling, his facial features are unexpectedly refined, even righteous.

Upon hearing the presiding judge's question, the leader swallowed and replied in a dry voice, "Yes, yes, it is consistent."

The presiding judge nodded: "Then, do you have any objections to the charges and the criminal facts alleged in the indictment?"

After the reading of the indictment, the presiding judge's speech was less formal and more colloquial.

"No, no..."

Saying this, the leader suddenly covered his face and bawled out loud.

A man in his forties shook like a sieve under the public's gaze, crying like a child.

"No objection..."

The expression of the audience varied, some with newfound curiosity, some frowning in discomfort, others gritting their teeth with satisfaction.

It's often said that once the handcuffs are on, and you sit in that leniency chair, anyone would spill everything.

This person's psychological defenses seem completely broken.

Nan Zhubin remained expressionless, his gaze not wavering in the slightest.

Beside him, Chonghui looked at Nan Zhubin, suddenly leaned over, and said, "Junior brother, is something happening?"

The leader's hands were tightly covering his face, Nan Zhubin gently shook his head: "Hard to say, can't see anything. Besides, his physical condition isn't quite the same as people outside, my previous analytical models are biased... Why are you paying so much attention to me?"

Chonghui smiled: "I've always felt your ability is very suitable for this kind of occasion, just seeing if there's a chance to put it to use today."

Here we go, you want to see a bloodbath, right?

But this isn't Nan Zhubin's home court, so he just lightly shook his head: "Even if there is something, it's not my place to speak. I'm just here to testify to Nan Zhihao's mental condition today."

Despite saying this, Nan Zhubin's eyes never moved away.

Compared to the varied reactions below, the presiding judge was quite accustomed to such scenes and simply said, "Wang Zhenhai, control your emotions."

"Since there's no objection, the prosecutor will now proceed to question defendant Wang Zhenhai."

Following the presiding judge's gaze, everyone looked toward the prosecutor.

In criminal trials, the prosecutor represents the people's procuratorate, responsible for pressing charges in court, presenting evidence, debating with the defense, and requesting the court to convict and impose appropriate penalties on the defendants.

Generally speaking, the role of the prosecutor is somewhat similar to the plaintiff's lawyer, but he is the "lawyer" appointed by the procuratorate.

The prosecutor's language was concise, asking the first question: "Wang Zhenhai, is your statement during the police phase truthful?"

The leader barely managed to collect himself, his voice somewhat hoarse: "...Partially truthful."

This response halted the prosecutor's actions, evidently unexpected: "Partially truthful? Why?"

The leader took a deep breath, glanced at his lawyer, then turned back to explain: "Earlier, there was still a sense of luck..."

The presiding judge suddenly said: "Wang Zhenhai, speak louder."

Perhaps due to having cried just now, or his throat actually being dry, the leader's voice carried strong noise and nasal tones.

A nearby court officer adjusted the defendant's dock microphone to better receive the leader's voice, enabling others present to hear him clearly.

"It was just a lucky feeling, thinking I could evade some of the responsibility. But after discussing with my lawyer, he made me realize my mistakes, so..."

Even amplified by the microphone, his voice was abrupt and chaotic, requiring people to frown and strain to hear what he was expressing.

The prosecutor asked, "Which part is not truthful?"

The leader replied, "I have another overseas account that I didn't previously disclose to the police."

This statement caused many below to raise their eyebrows, good news.

Things were going too smoothly.

Nan Zhubin's eyes slightly narrowed.

[Staring intently at the prosecutor... is it to gain trust through narration? Any issues? No, voluntarily revealing concealed matters during the trial is in itself a behavior aimed at gaining favor, such a reaction is reasonable...]

[Fingers trembling, guilty conscience? Or is it the handcuffs causing physical discomfort?]

[The speech rate and tone are also off, but there could be other explanations...]

[Too many confounding factors.]

The prosecutor nodded: "After the trial, supplement your statement with the relevant police, acknowledge everything truthfully, okay?"

The leader nodded.

This counted as a minor episode, afterward, the prosecutor resumed the formal questioning according to his script: "How did you come to know the other members of your gang?"