PFC Chapter 11 Judge, what do you think of this story?
Chapter 11 Judge, what do you think of this story?
Is it difficult to silence them?
This is Genoa, a place where all sorts of people mingle.
There are sailors, robbers, and thieves from all over the world here. It's no big deal if a few people die.
Alessandro had even arranged how they would die.
Federico will be robbed by bandits on his way back, and he will be brutally murdered while he bravely resists.
As for that guy?
He will die in prison—a person dying in prison is like an ant dying.
The only problem is the people in the hospital—they are all foreigners, which could very well cause a diplomatic incident.
But it's okay.
They were killed by the "Deadly Doctor".
The reason why the "Deadly Doctor" is called a "deadly doctor" is precisely because he can kill people.
He killed all those people.
This is indeed a problem... and it seems that other people in the hospital know about it too.
We can't just kill them all, can we?
It is not impossible.
But how can you kill so many people at once?
The problem is complex, but we have to find a solution. We can't just sit here and wait to die!
"Judge, what are you thinking?"
Federico's question interrupted Alessandro's thoughts.
"I'm thinking about how to get him out. You know, it's nighttime, and it's difficult to bring someone out of prison."
"You are the investigating judge! This is your power."
After being reminded, Federico volunteered again:
"Furthermore, I can guarantee that he can stay at my place at night."
Federico had already decided to have a good talk with that miracle doctor about how he treats syphilis; he was even willing to become his student.
"this……"
Alessandro glanced at Federico. Was this guy excited because of a miracle?
Miracles are the creations of God.
But... does God really exist in this world?
A cold laugh escaped his lips, and Alessandro nodded.
"I need to make some arrangements. Please wait outside the prison, Baron, until everything is arranged before you come over."
"Okay, then I'll wait outside for your good news."
After the carriage came to a stop, Alessandro strode toward the prison gate. In the dim light of the streetlights, the flickering wicks cast his shadow, sometimes long, sometimes short, onto the damp stone pavement.
The prison's iron gate was tightly shut, but the guards at the entrance, seeing that it was the pre-trial judge, quickly opened the small door.
Alessandro walked along the dimly lit corridor, carrying an oil lamp in his hand. The orange light flickered, illuminating the path beneath his feet and casting shadows on his face.
In the lamplight, his figure swayed repeatedly on the stone wall.
He was constantly weighing his options—to silence them or to find another way out.
My hand holding the lamp handle trembled slightly, not from fear, but from weighing the pros and cons repeatedly in my mind.
It's just a few people dying!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Alessandro's mouth, and the ruthlessness in his heart gradually overcame his hesitation—he couldn't just kill them all, could he?
But then I thought, it's not impossible.
If it's done cleanly and neatly, who would know it was him?
How can you kill so many people at once without leaving any trace?
The series of problems frustrated him greatly.
His figure distorted under the lights, but his steps did not stop—he had no way out.
He knew very well that if that guy really did achieve a complete reversal of identity, turning from a murderous devil into a savior doctor, the whole of Genoa would treat him as a joke!
and then?
The mayor and his superiors would both find an excuse to fire him.
By then, he won't be able to work as a presiding judge, let alone a preliminary hearing judge.
As for becoming a lawyer?
Who would hire a laughingstock as their defense lawyer?
Therefore, silence them!
Perhaps this is the only way.
Even if it's troublesome, it's better than being disgraced.
In the dim light, the hesitation in Alessandro's eyes gradually faded, replaced by determination. He had made up his mind to save himself, no matter the cost.
Finally, he arrived at the prison gate.
Liu Yide, who was leaning against the edge of the bed, raised his head after hearing footsteps and met Alessandro's gaze.
He had been waiting for this pre-trial judge.
What kinds of patients have you seen?
Alessandro remained silent.
The light from the oil lamp shone through the iron bars into the small cell.
Liu Yide had already stood up.
Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.
Liu Yide's heart sank—he saw the undisguised murderous intent in the cold glint that flashed in the judge's eyes!
This discovery stirred a sense of unease within him, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. Despite his inner turmoil, his expression remained calm.
After a brief eye contact, Liu Yide's lips slowly curled into a bitter smile:
"As expected—you wanted to kill me to silence me."
This was the last thing he wanted to see, but it still happened.
The tension in his heart intensified; he could even clearly hear his own steady yet slightly rapid heartbeat, but he still forced himself to remain calm—only by staying calm could he have a glimmer of hope.
Sure enough, most people deal with problems in such a simple and crude way!
When his inner thoughts were exposed once again, Alessandro was neither flustered nor rebuttal. Instead, he felt an indescribable surprise—this Easterner had actually seen through his thoughts at a glance.
Again.
Damn it, I feel like I'm invisible in front of him!
The other party's sharpness and composure caught Alessandro off guard, even causing a slight shock. Regaining his composure, he fixed his eyes intently on Liu Yide:
Aren't you scared?
Facing the judge through the fence, Liu Yide's eyes showed no fear, only a calm indifference that seemed to see through everything—but in reality, his palms were sweating, and he was even deliberately slowing his breathing, just to suppress the tension in his heart and not let the other party notice the slightest flaw.
"Is being afraid helpful?"
His voice was calm and even, without a trace of panic.
One sentence silenced Alessandro instantly. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself unable to refute it.
Yes, what's the use of being afraid?
The Easterner in front of me seemed to have seen through everything.
This composure and clarity stirred a strange panic in his heart, mixed with a few undisguised shocks—he had never imagined that a person imprisoned, facing the threat of death, could be so calm, and even so able to easily see through his thoughts. This was too unexpected.
Seeing Alessandro remain silent, Liu Yide took the initiative to speak.
"But is this the best option?"
Alessandro remained silent, the resolve in his eyes gradually giving way to hesitation.
He knew, of course, that this wasn't the best option, but rather the most risky and troublesome one. Not only did he risk being exposed at any moment, but he also risked failure due to various unforeseen circumstances.
But he had no other way out—and he couldn't afford to gamble.
As if seeing through his thoughts, Liu Yide spoke slowly, his tone calm and without a trace of emotion. Only he knew that every word he uttered was related to his life.
My brain raced, carefully considering every word, afraid that a single wrong word might ignite the other person's murderous intent.
"The Deadly Doctor? That name certainly sounds terrifying and infamous, and it's bound to attract attention and cause a sensation. If you can prove this crime, you'll be an elite crime fighter, famous throughout Genoa, and able to climb to even higher positions."
But you also have to kill those patients; their very existence is the best evidence of your lies. There might be other people in the know who also need to be silenced. There's too much trouble; one wrong move and you'll be in deep trouble.
A few simple words struck a nerve with Alessandro, making his expression even more serious and his shock even stronger—this guy was not only so calm, but he could also clearly analyze his thoughts and situation, and see through all the hidden dangers in his plan. This intelligence and courage far exceeded his expectations, making him secretly startled.
After a pause, Liu Yide changed the subject:
"Of course, you have another option—"
"Is there another option?"
Alessandro's eyes were filled with doubt, and there was a hint of shock hidden in them—were there other options?
This Easterner, whom he believed was certain to die and whose only way to cover up the truth was to silence him, actually said there was another way?
This was completely beyond his expectations, leaving him momentarily dazed.
Is there another way?
is it possible?
Liu Yide stared directly at Alessandro:
"Sending the Deadly Doctor to the gallows would cause a sensation in Genoa, and perhaps in Italy; but what if we rescued a scholar who was wrongly accused of being the Deadly Doctor—a scholar who could cure syphilis—from prison?"
All of Europe, and indeed the world, will be astonished by this turn of events. People will not only be amazed by the miracle of syphilis being cured, but they will also remember the judge who meticulously investigated, uncovered the truth, and rescued him from prison!
Liu Yide was not begging for mercy, nor was he threatening anyone; rather, he was reshaping interests—showing Alessandro that letting him go was more advantageous than killing him.
This is the most advanced negotiation skill.
This is also what salespeople excel at—persuading customers!
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in Alessandro's mind.
Liu Yide's lips curled up again, a faint smile playing on his lips:
"After all, people love legendary stories. What do you think of this story?"