"This ......"

As Firena's steps approached, Officer Volan, who was on the high platform, couldn't help but let out a sound from his throat with difficulty.

Looking at the pure and kind smile like an angel on Firena's face, Officer Volan, who had hoped to see him intimidated by his momentum, feel panicked, or tremble with fear, was slightly stunned, and the people around him began to change from the previous noise to whispering, and then gradually stopped talking, waiting for the next development of the situation.

The surrounding villagers have watched a lot of trials, and in the face of coercion from the police officers, the interrogators have cried, angry, and unwilling, but these emotions will only make the villagers more excited, just like watching a fierce beast raised in an iron cage, people will not care whether its roar is happy or angry, the villagers only want to see the side they want to see.

However, now, in the face of the girl's sweet smile, the villagers had a sense of surprise, as if they were the beast trapped in the iron cage, and the girl standing below was accompanied by the guards, who came to inspect them, which made the surrounding villagers feel a little uneasy, and then couldn't help but ask themselves in their hearts: Could it be that Billy the Boy was really wronged?

The uneasiness that rose from his heart also hung over Officer Warran's head.

As one of the few privileged classes on the Black Island, Officer Warron also sensed that something was wrong, because he found himself in the previous negligence, gradually stepping into the verbal trap carefully woven for him by Firena, and then falling into a very passive state if he was not careful.

"Well, ahem......"

Looking at the petite and cute girl below, Officer Warrang couldn't help but be impressed by her, and then coughed lightly, understanding his situation, he forced himself to calm down quickly, and then said without changing his face:

"Of course, as a police officer, I naturally uphold fairness and justice."

Officer Warran sat up straight, and then spoke with a sense of majesty.

"Since Miss Firena wants proof, then I'll show it up, we have very solid evidence."

Soon, at Waran's signal, one of the villagers opened the safe next to the courtroom, took out a white cloth package from it, and gently placed it in front of him.

"Here's the evidence you want!"

Putting on white gloves, Officer Warrang carefully unwrapped the white cloth in front of him.

When the last corner of the white cloth was lifted, what was revealed in front of everyone was a delicate revolver with exquisite patterns carved on it, and next to the revolver were three bloody bronze bullets, which still shone with a bloody cold glow in the sunlight.

"I don't think anyone who is familiar with Billy the Kid doesn't need me to say anything more after seeing these two things!"

For Officer Warron's revolver, Firena is naturally very familiar with it, although she has not been with Billy Kid for a long time, but the white cloth is wrapped in the revolver used by Billy Kid, even the pattern on the gun body is exactly the same as what Firena saw.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were attracted by the gun in front of him, Warran nodded in satisfaction, and then continued:

"This revolver is the evidence we found in Billy's house after taking control of him, and the three bullets with blood stains next to it are physical evidence extracted from the scene of the crime.

At the moment when Officer Worron's voice fell, the villagers who had been sitting around also stood up, and in the face of conclusive and positive evidence, people stared angrily at Billy the Boy standing in the center, eager to eat him alive.

As for Billy the Kid, who stood in the center to be judged, there was no wave on his face, and he seemed to have accepted this reality.

However, in the eyes of Firena, who was closest to Billy the Kid, she found that Billy Kid's face could not be said to be without waves, and on his handsome face, there was a slight outline of nothingness, but it was full of sarcastic smiles, as if she was laughing at the ignorance of the people around her, and as if she was laughing at the incompetence of Warron, who was in a high position.

"Dissent!!"

Just when the surrounding people were excited, Firena took a small step forward again, and then used the crisp children's voice to suppress the noisy shouts around her.

Suddenly, the field became silent, resentful, confused, puzzled, and so on, and many eyes were once again focused on the thin figure owner in the center.

"Officer Warrang, I don't think a revolver, and a few bullets, is conclusive evidence that Billy the Kid is the murderer!"

Not caring about the eyes and criticism of others, Firena slowly walked to the high platform of the trial, turned to the surrounding villagers and said:

"First of all, about this revolver, I think everyone understands the meaning of a weapon to a warrior, which is something comparable to another life of a warrior, and Billy the Kid, as a powerful gunman, did not wear his weapon on his body, but left it at home, I think this should not be in line with the qualities of a good gunman."

"Humph! That's because this gun is a murder weapon, so he doesn't dare to wear it on his body! That's when I found out at home! ”

Snorting coldly, Officer Warran felt that the girl in front of him was messing around, and he was no longer interested in playing this kind of trick game with Firena.

"If Billy the Kid is a criminal, then why did he leave his revolver at home?"

Putting on the white silk gloves, Firena held up the so-called "physical evidence" and continued:

"If you want to destroy the evidence, whether you throw the gun to the beach or the forest, it is a very easy thing for a gunman of Billy Kid's level to do, rather than putting it at home and being used as evidence by the police officer!"

"Maybe he was worried that he wouldn't have weapons in the future, so he didn't completely destroy the evidence! And judging from the production of this gun, because it should be a very valuable object, he must be reluctant to abandon it! ”

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Officer Warrang couldn't help but argue with reason in order to protect his authority.

"Is this thing valuable?" Weighing the revolver in her hand, Firena still looked at Officer Warran with that indifferent smile, then turned her head and asked Paracelsus next to her:

"Paracelsus, how long will it take you to make a gun that looks exactly like this revolver?"

"No more than two days, Miss Firena, and the most time-consuming thing is the pattern on it, otherwise it would have taken less than a day."

Raising his eyelids slightly, Paracels lightly recounted the time he had made the revolver.

"Officer Warrang!"

Putting the revolver back in its place, Firena looked at Volan in front of her and said lightly:

"Do you think this revolver, which can be made once a day, will be worth so much that a criminal is reluctant to give it up?"