He's not crazy, he's just sad.

Twelve men of different backgrounds, races, and occupations are locked up in a school's spacious gymnasium in accordance with the procedures prescribed by law to decide the life and death of a "Chechen" boy. The case could not have been more clear-cut. A "ignorant and uncivilized" child killed his adoptive father, a Russian military officer who was benevolent to him. The old man downstairs heard him shouting "I'm going to kill you" to his adoptive father, and the female neighbor opposite testified and witnessed him raise a knife and stab his adoptive father in the chest.
The twelve members of the jury seemed to feel uncomfortable and upset about the messy, closed scene they were in, so they seemed cramped, wanting to know the matter as soon as possible and make an "obvious" verdict - the child guilty. After that, some people can go on tour, some people can go back to open a rental car to subsidize their family, some can go to the airport to pick up their girlfriends, and some can. . . .
Only one person stood up and voted against it, because he was in poverty and wanted everyone to throw him out of the car as a puddle of mud, and a mother said softly to her child: " The man wasn't crazy, he was just sad."
His disapproval inspired everyone's hidden story, and they all slowly reflected on what they had been through and the situation the child was in right now. It turns out that the jurors who can decide the fate of a child by just touching and laughing while sitting here, returning to their own lives, also have one way or another of suffering and bitterness.
"Anything is possible" so some people voted not guilty, "good people should be forgiven" and then some people voted not guilty. They began to seriously re-examine the details and doubts of the case, simulating the scene at the time of the crime, assuming various possible situations in the case, and scrutinizing the authenticity of witness testimony and the credibility of physical evidence. During the period, there were some slight interruptions and complaints from the bailiffs, the sudden interruption of the power supply, and so on, which would undoubtedly have accelerated their judgment at the beginning. However, at this moment, their minds were as calm as water, and the sense of responsibility they were given after the disturbance made them calm down. . Too many doubts and too many flaws were discovered by them one by one.
After the verdict was handed down, it was late at night, "never a jury has insisted so late". As they walked out of the school, snowflakes were falling from the sky, some people stepped into luxury cars with drivers waiting for them, some people opened their doors, some people walked across the street, some people curled their necks and turned around and disappeared into the night. . . . . . .

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