After hearing the indictment, Yu Yi strongly defended herself, arguing that she was not the same person as the other Yu Yi and should not be held responsible for another’s actions. The bureau had agreed to her arrest, and the judgment from above had essentially been made.
Because her future self is her current self, they are the same person, and therefore she can be presumed guilty.
The seven jurors left the tribunal to discuss for half an hour before the final verdict. Two jurors believed she should be acquitted, arguing that the investigation bureau could only arrest her, who had not yet committed crimes, because they could not arrest the executor Yu Yi who had already committed offenses. The other five agreed she was guilty, but one suggested a lighter sentence, as the current her had not committed any illegal acts.
Guilt was determined by jury vote, but the actual sentence was decided by the tribunal’s presiding judge. He announced that Yu Yi would undergo a frontal lobe excision and be exiled to a desolate time and space, with a lifelong sentence.
When the judge announced the sentence, a small commotion erupted in the tribunal.
Even the jurors who had found her guilty felt the punishment was too severe. But the judge believed this punishment was appropriate, as sentencing was not just about punishing criminals, but more importantly about warning those who have not yet committed crimes, to prevent them from being like her.
Meng Qing listened to the verdict through his earphones and closed his eyes. He had already guessed this result. The newly appointed deputy director urgently needed a typical case to establish his authority. The presiding judge and two jury members were directly appointed by the deputy director, and the only previous case of frontal lobe excision sentencing was also handed down by this judge.
He looked at the person across the room who was already looking impatient.
“How about it? Are you buying or not?” It was a middle-aged man with a weathered face, his voice so hoarse it barely sounded human.
“Buying.” Meng Qing lightly clicked on his terminal, and as the transfer successful message popped up, his account balance was reduced to almost nothing.
After confirming the receipt, the middle-aged man entered an inner room and soon came out, handing a thin terminal to Meng Qing. “Here. It’s yours now.”
