The Judge's Perspective

  If it weren't for the familiar sound of your voice, I might have screamed and asked in surprise, "Didn't you leave?"

  He emerged from the darkness, his outline suddenly clear, and stood in front of me just as he blocked the wind. His face was turned away under the streetlight, so I couldn't see his expression very well. "How's the feeling of being fulfilled?"

  Startled in his heart, he blurted out: "How did you know?"

  "Your shallow thoughts are written all over your face, there's no challenge at all. Don't ask me such low-level questions in the future."

  Is there? Although I'm not a profound person, I'm not as naive as he said either.

  It was almost nine o'clock when we arrived at the apartment, and as soon as we stepped out of the elevator, Gao Cheng said, "Come eat something." I was taken aback, and only then did I notice that he had changed into a different jacket. Seeing that I wasn't following him, he turned around, his dark eyes fixed on me, "Do you need me to come invite you?"

  When I saw the two dishes on the table that had already gone cold, I couldn't describe my emotions. Was I delighted? Not quite, just a bit stunned and hesitant for half a moment, I asked the person sitting in the wheelchair with an unpleasant expression: "Was this specially made for me to eat?" Gaocity was still staring at the two dishes on the table, not answering my question: "It's already cold."

  "The weather is cool, it's normal for it to be cold, just heat it up in a pot and it'll be fine."

  "That would lose the flavor of food, what's the difference between that and your dark cooking?"

  "......" Finally understood his attitude, came to show off.

  Unfortunately, the two dishes he made were: sugar and vinegar ribs and steamed bass. In his words, it's called contrast, under his insistence with a sullen face, I had to pick up the frozen ribs that had already thawed and put them in my mouth. After chewing, I gave a fair evaluation: "Except for being cold, the taste is okay."

  Gao Cheng finally calmed down and rolled his wheelchair into the kitchen. He came out soon after, holding a bowl and chopsticks. I said: "I already have some." But he slowly sat down at the table, and slowly picked up a piece of meat from the fish belly, bringing it to his mouth as he calmly said: "Don't bring up any problems when my stomach is growling."

  In the silent aftermath of dinner, the moment of questioning finally begins.

  He only gave me three chances to ask questions because he was sleepy. I thought for a moment and asked what I felt was a crucial question: "How did you determine that Du Xiangyuan had a problem?"

  He suddenly smiled, "What? You think he's got a cultured face and you're biased towards him psychologically?"

  I furrowed my brow, having no acquaintance with Du Xiangyuan, what's the point of being partial? It's just... after searching for adjectives in my brain, I could only reluctantly admit that I was indeed influenced by superficial symptoms, and subjectively assumed he was a sentimental person. Does this count as subjective sensibility transcending objective rationality?

  Looking at Gao Cheng's calm and collected expression, he also knew that his mental activity couldn't deceive him, so he could only nod reluctantly. He got a disdainful cold hum from the other, but heard him say in a seemingly careless and low tone: "From the perspective of the judge, one must have this realization: everything seen with the eyes is dead."

  Is there such an idiom?

  "Looking through the phenomenon to see the essence, all their actions and words are just external appearances. First of all, taking alibi as an example, Du Xiangyuan thought that having vehicle monitoring evidence could exclude his suspicion, but he didn't know..."

  "What's wrong?" I subconsciously asked back.

  Gao Cheng glanced at me lightly and said, "The car is also his biggest weakness."