CHAPTER 553: CHAPTER 539: WHO WAS IT THAT KILLED ME? (5K-WORD CHAPTER)

It’s another layer of the enemy as a reflection of oneself.

Nan Zhihao experienced a breakdown of his Ideal Self, lost control over himself, triggering a post-traumatic abnormal reaction, and a social anxiety disorder.

How would Wang Zhenhai react?

He lost control of himself once due to his arrest; now, in the courtroom, under everyone’s eyes, if he loses control again due to Nan Zhubin’s verbal assault, how would he react?

However, Wang Zhenhai is still slightly away from losing control.

Just one last breath away.

Nan Zhubin has laid too many explosives; just lacks the final spark.

[Then――]

Thinking psychologically.

Nan Zhubin slightly raised his chin, as if very satisfied with himself, his gaze directed at Wang Zhenhai.

Directly meeting Wang Zhenhai’s bloodshot eyes.

Then, he slightly turned sideways, as if trying to look at something behind him.

Since Nan Zhubin began speaking, Wang Zhenhai had been staring at him intently; now, his breathing was heavy, sweat covered his forehead, his eyes widened in anger, he looked as if he couldn’t wait to devour Nan Zhubin.

Naturally, as Nan Zhubin moved his body, Wang Zhenhai also involuntarily looked in the direction of Nan Zhubin’s movement.

That was the audience seating.

The first row is usually occupied by people highly related to the case, such as witnesses or victims’ families.

There was an empty seat that originally belonged to Nan Zhubin.

To the left was Bai Qinghua, an expert witness; to the right was a man wrapped tightly...

[Hmm?]

Wang Zhenhai’s eyes widened even more.

He suddenly recalled what the defense lawyer had reminded him before the trial.

[The last veteran you deceived, named Nan Zhihao, seems to have contracted some psychological illness and now wraps himself tightly. This might be the point they use to attack us for a heavier sentence, be cautious...]

This person is Nan Zhihao?

This is the person who tricked him, pretended to be deceived, and went to the Police Station, leading to his arrest?

...

Offstage, Nan Zhihao also met Wang Zhenhai’s gaze.

His thoughts involuntarily wandered back to the conversation during recess not long ago.

...

"Teacher Nan, if I can’t submit the consultation draft, then I’m... doing nothing, just like I haven’t come at all?"

After Nan Zhubin submitted the evidence, Nan Zhihao approached Nan Zhubin again and whispered, "It’s clearly my own matter, now it’s all just Teacher Nan helping me..."

Just watch the courtroom proceedings and heal through them. Nan Zhubin thought.

But then he had a sudden insight.

"No, Zhihao, you’re actually the most important."

"Hmm?" Nan Zhihao looked up suddenly.

Nan Zhubin placed a hand on Nan Zhihao’s shoulder: "Though I’m confident about dismantling his psychological defenses consistently, he’s still an extremely cunning criminal mastermind and a high IQ offender. I believe his lawyer must have rehearsed countless unexpected situations that might arise during the trial."

"Even though I have confidence, one must consider their precautions against me — under such circumstances, Zhihao, you’re responsible for the final blow."

Nan Zhihao pointed to himself: "Me? Can I?"

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Of course, you stripped him of his competence in his strongest field, breaking his illusions of power and ability, directly leading to his arrest and current situation."

"Every move of yours carries more weight than my lengthy statements — of course, at the right moment."

Nan Zhihao nodded vaguely: "What should I do then?"

Nan Zhubin said meaningfully: "Smile."

"Smile?"

"Yes, I will draw his gaze towards you at the end when he’s on the brink of collapse. You must smile provocatively, victoriously, contentedly, annoyingly, and become the last straw that breaks him."

"Ah... I’m not sure I can smile like that."

"It’s okay, just raise one side of your mouth, hold it for a while. He’ll interpret the needed emotions himself."

...

Remembering Nan Zhubin’s advice, Nan Zhihao took a deep breath.

He deliberately pulled down his mask under Wang Zhenhai’s gaze, revealing his face.

Then――

"Heh."

He leaned back in his seat, slightly tilted back, and smiled forcefully. Perhaps because of too much force, his shoulders, neck, and head shook a bit.

――Boom.

Like a spark thrown into a barrel of gunpowder.

Completely exploded.

...

Watching Nan Zhubin finish his speech, the defense lawyer took a deep breath, preparing to start questioning Nan Zhubin’s evidence, aiming to dismiss this legally weak argument.

However, before he spoke, a voice exploded beside his ear first.

"Do you think you understand me?" Wang Zhenhai suddenly stood up, shouting at Nan Zhubin.

"Do you think you’ve beaten me? Are you a hero?" Wang Zhenhai then turned to Nan Zhihao, screaming desperately, almost as if to vomit out his blackened heart.

The bailiff quickly stepped forward, intending to subdue this suspect who had suddenly lost control.

"I’m sick of it, what’s arrest, what’s impulse, what’s losing control, what’s mental illness!"

"I’m still deceiving you, you’ve all been tricked; if I don’t say it, you wouldn’t even know!"

Wang Zhenhai looked around the courtroom, at this moment all eyes focused on him; it was as if he was back in his company, standing at the highest position.

The entire courtroom went into an uproar.