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Chapter 455 - 447: Different "Thirty Thousand Yuan" (2)

Chapter 455: Chapter 447: Different "Thirty Thousand Yuan" (2)

"Very good—correct."

Nan Zhubin nodded with satisfaction.

"So what exactly do you want?"

Yet another open-ended question.

However, Nan Zhubin had already guessed the direction of this question.

This moment leads back to Nan Zhubin’s previous "first interesting" point.

...

"Thirty thousand yuan."

Nan Zhubin suddenly spoke.

Following this statement, Nan Zhubin suddenly took a step forward.

In the astonished gaze of Chief Judge Meng and others, Nan Zhubin’s face got almost two hand spans away from the old woman’s face.

At the same time, he repeated again: "Thirty thousand yuan."

This wasn’t a question but a statement.

"—Ah!"

After a pause of at least two breaths, Mrs. Wang exclaimed, leaning back sharply while clutching her chest with her right hand.

"Young leader, you—"

Before she could finish, Nan Zhubin interrupted Mrs. Wang once more.

"Very good, I guessed it again; your aim is ’thirty thousand yuan.’"

"After I uncovered your plot, there’s a component of {fear} in your heart. But because you want to pretend that I haven’t guessed correctly, you need to restrain your emotions."

"In this situation, when I unannouncedly approached you, due to your habitual self-restraint, you delayed the emergence of the {startle} response."

Mrs. Wang’s delayed reaction was so significant that even Mo Kai could see it.

Once matched with Nan Zhubin’s explanation, the answer was clear—

The plot by Mrs. Wang was indeed for this "thirty thousand yuan."

But this was hardly the end.

"Of course, my sudden approach wasn’t merely to frighten you."

Nan Zhubin shrugged: "After all, observing micro expressions of elderly people is quite difficult; even I need to get close to truly see them."

"—I almost thought that what I saw from afar was wrong."

Nan Zhubin pointed his right finger, drawing a circle in the air over the old lady’s face.

He revealed the content he had verified.

"Though it’s the same ’concern for thirty thousand yuan,’ the reasons for the concern differ, which may lead to different expressions."

"If it’s because of reluctance, ’wanting to avoid the thirty thousand yuan punishment,’ then the corresponding emotion should be a defensive nature of {expectation}."

"You should exhibit {anxiety} with ’inner brow pressure,’ and {anxiety} with ’pupil fluctillation reduction’;"

"When you mention this word, or even hear it, you might ’nostril reduction’ due to pressure, and ’tip of the tongue against the palate’;"

"Moreover, you might have ’upper nasolabial tension,’ ’lower lip inward curl and light bite,’ ’slight chin forward’ and so on..."

Nan Zhubin added rigorously: "Among these reactions, after I mentioned ’thirty thousand yuan,’ at least two or even three should appear, to correspond to such defensive {expectation}, showing your ’hope not to lose thirty thousand yuan’ anticipation."

Chief Judge Meng’s adjutant seemed to suddenly understand nothing.

It seemed he mumbled to himself while rigorously saying: "Not thirty thousand yuan, it’s twenty-eight thousand yuan, and it’s already been mediated and reduced..."

But now no one paid attention to him, Nan Zhubin’s words were dense and urgent, attracting everyone’s focus, leaving them unable to pay attention to anything else.

Nan Zhubin said: "And if you are not afraid of losing that thirty thousand yuan, but ’thirty thousand yuan’ is your purpose for today, then the conclusion becomes interesting."

His finger continued to circle in midair, but for Mrs. Wang, it seemed not like a finger but a sharp dagger, a burning gun barrel.

Mrs. Wang instinctively wanted to lean back, but she had already leaned against the chair back, and it was now inescapable.

"After I mentioned ’thirty thousand yuan,’ your outer brow raised, indicating a certain {joy};"

"Your pupils continuously expanded, showing a certain {excitement} expressed through focus; "

"Your lips lightly parted, your nasolabial break deepened, neck relaxation leading to chin retraction..."

"In summary." Nan Zhubin concluded, "These represent enterprising {desire}!"

"You do not want ’to avoid the thirty thousand yuan punishment,’ but you ’hope to earn an additional income of thirty thousand yuan’!"

The voice was resounding.

People nearby felt a sense of confusion.

At the beginning, the analyses of various micro expressions had a certain thrill of knowledge forcefully entering the brain.

Even if nothing was ultimately remembered, it would produce a feeling of "seemingly learning something."

But Nan Zhubin’s final conclusion—Mrs. Wang hopes to earn thirty thousand yuan.

Left everyone puzzled.

How to earn thirty thousand yuan through a courtroom incident?

Only Chief Judge Meng was slightly puzzled for a moment, then his expression quickly turned ugly, as if he anticipated something.

The next second.

"—Oh, oh, oh—"

Before everyone could react, Mrs. Wang pointed tremblingly at Nan Zhubin, showing a look as if she suffered a great grievance.

Then—

"Oh!"

Her body suddenly halted in midair, then crashed heavily against the table, eyes tightly shut.

Everyone’s expressions quickly changed.

Why had the courtroom been so cautious with Mrs. Wang? What were they scared of?

Wasn’t it just this kind of situation!

An eighty-year-old lady, even if the courtroom is in favor, should anything happen, it would be impossible to clarify!

The only solace was that it was within the reception room.

The adjutant reacted very quickly, instinctively shouting: "Old lady!"

His body lunged forward unknowingly, colliding with the camera stand, making the operating camera fall onto the ground with a "thud."

Interns scrambled, assisting the old lady, pinching the philtrum, unbuttoning clothes as needed.

The old lady was rigid, tightly clenching her left arm with her right hand, the left hand unconsciously formed into a fist, eyes firmly shut.

"—Hmm?"

Chonghui had been somewhat nervous, but seeing this, he blinked and looked at Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin remained entirely relaxed, advancing to pat the nervous Xia Tian, gesturing the little girl to step aside slightly.

Then he tried prying Mrs. Wang’s arm but failed; he poked her fist, felt the fist was not tight, and the palm slightly damp.

Finally, he opened Mrs. Wang’s eyelid for a glance.

Shrugged, turned to Chief Judge Meng: "Relax, it’s staged."

Chief Judge Meng held his breath, hearing this, bit his teeth, seemed somewhat relaxed but not completely convinced.

"Keep going." Chief Judge Meng said.

"...Ah?" Nan Zhubin blinked, then said, "If it was a genuinely unconscious elder, initially wouldn’t ’slam heavily on the table,’ but rather..."

"No." Chief Judge Meng interrupted, "About Wang Xiufen’s purpose today, you haven’t finished."

"You said she could ’earn thirty thousand yuan today’?"

"Is there any tangible evidence, and how would she earn thirty thousand yuan?"

Nan Zhubin blinked.

"If it’s ’evidence’."

Nan Zhubin observed Mrs. Wang’s body.

Then he intended to reach out but hesitated, showing both concern and disdain.

He pointed to Mrs. Wang’s tightly clutching right arm, tightly pressed against the body, and gestured to Chief Judge Meng’s deputy: "If you’d be so kind, underneath this arm should be a recording device, phone, or something similar currently recording, could you kindly retrieve it?"

Upon hearing this, the deputy’s face sharply shifted.