In the spacious and bright hall, except for two people, everyone's eyes and attention converged on these two people.

Everyone is expressing their schadenfreude with unscrupulous eyes. For these idle people, there are only two things in the world that can make them happy.

One is to lie in bed and dream of getting rich, and the other is to be afraid that the world will not be chaotic and appreciate how others are unlucky.

As long as there is any jumping off a building or jumping into the sea, a fight or a brawl, they will feel the scene at the first time.

Today, this place is also a little different, that is, there are a lot of beautiful women with heavy makeup compared to the past.

It's not because Frankie Mill's handsome celebrity face is too much to attract bees and butterflies. It's actually Sister Yao of Feng Laiyi, and now she is here, so there are so many of them, the girl from Goulan in the third lane and six streets, anyway, there is no business to do in broad daylight.

However, the stars are bright, how can they be as bright as the moon. On the noisy and impetuous hearing seat, a few soft shadows, among these gaudy wildflowers, really seem to be heaven and earth, Daji is in the world, Kafka is a little trance-like. It is really this kind of hazy beauty that is the most unbearable for men.

Although these women are wearing masks that filter dust on their faces, they can't see their faces clearly at all, but the graceful posture that is about to come out and the soft skin that can be broken by blowing are enough to make these women beautiful from the tips of their hair to the bone marrow.

Maybe it's because the other people around you always feel dirty, and only they make people feel that even the crooks of their toes are clean.

So even though you can't see their dignity, you can still feel their beauty.

For the two people in full view, the beauty of these women did not matter, the important thing was that Frankmir and Kafka, both of whom they already recognized.

Looking at these beautiful pictures, Kafka almost forgot about his disadvantage.

Kafka did not wait for a closer look, but only listened to a small but vigorous bodyguard standing next to the rostrum, holding a scepter and shouting majestically: "All the people from all walks of life who have come to the Central Court of Punishment and are seated in the public trial court of the Council of the Holy Virtues. Please all stand up! Welcome to our impartial judges! ”

As soon as the guards finished speaking, all the people in the courtroom stood up loosely. It seemed that only Yulia and Maria were stunned for a moment before they followed everyone again and immediately stood up.

In the uneven crowd, some people are helplessly cursing these red tape, just want to enter the joyful link as soon as possible, and some people stand on tiptoe, as if they are looking forward to seeing monsters, looking forward to the appearance of the ** official.

Under the attention of everyone, three elderly men, from the small door behind the rostrum, walked out slowly, they staggered to the rostrum, as if they could not find their body balance, crooked to the golden seat.

Standing in the middle, the old man in a red robe is the current ** official of the Advisory Bureau. The old men in purple robes who grew on either side of him were the judges of this hearing, and they were the ones who assisted the presiding judge in making a fair decision. Among the three of them, the youngest is also past the age of sixties.

Three men stood in front of three tall golden chairs. These chairs look gorgeous, but when you actually sit on them, they are not at all comfortable, and you can even say uncomfortable.

Since these old men were old and often fell asleep during interrogations, these chairs were specially designed for them.

The purpose is to keep them from being too comfortable, to prevent them from falling asleep all the time, not knowing what is going on in the courtroom, and thus making a final judgment for no apparent reason.

The red-robed ** official shouted in a hoarse voice: "My king has no borders, no borders, no borders!" ”

Everyone present, whether it was the jury, the plaintiff, the gendarmerie, the public who was watching, and the little demon guarding the defendant, all shouted at the top of their voices: "My king has no borders, no borders, no borders!" ”

After the chanting gradually dissipated, the red-robed ** official cleared his throat hard, and said in a solemn voice like a Hong Zhong: "The autumn wind sword lonely minister tears, the sunset flag general altar." The dust atmosphere overseas is still not over, and you don't want to wait and watch. God bless my king! My king blesses the Quartet! I announce! Court is now open. ”

After the red-robed ** official finished speaking, he brushed the big red robe on his body, and slowly sat down on the golden chair, and the two purple-robed judges also sat in their seats.

For these guys whose butts decide their brains, what they hate the most is standing stupidly, even if this guy sits up, it's not very comfortable, but it's better than standing.

The guard next to the rostrum said again at this moment: "All sit down!" ”

And they all sat down again in their chairs.

Frankimir looked at the red-robed ** officer, not knowing if it was because the golden chair was too high, or if the red-robed was too wide. It made this ** official look extremely thin and short, and he was about to catch up with these long-nosed demons behind him.

At this time, the old ** official was picking up the triangular lens diamond-shaped reading glasses, looking at Frankimir and Kafka in the dock from a distance, and he kept switching the lenses on the reading glasses in order to make himself see as clearly as possible.

**The officer's face is wrinkled and furrowed, and his slitted eyes in order to see the defendant clearly make it easy to think of Professor Saul with drooping eyelids.

**The official was pale, sluggish, and looked weak, as if he hadn't slept for several days.

The deep black circles and sleepy eyes are very uncomfortable to look at.

However, it is such an old man who is not good-looking, but his eyes are full of arrogance and disdain.

The red-robed ** officer grabbed the golden mallet placed on the table, knocked it with a bang, and said lazily: "Silence! Quiet! Tell me about it! According to the law of the great king of the Northeast...... Oh! God bless my king! Only Manchus, Mongols, and Han Chinese were able to hire defense lawyers. Therefore, I declare that these two people are deprived of the right to hire a lawyer. They will not have a lawyer to defend them. Do you have any opinion on this? ”

"No, dear judge, may your youth last forever!" The prosecution lawyer got up and said, this is a sanctimonious-looking guy, and also like a little * white face who is fed by a*.

"Hey! It's not fair, as a defense, does you have the right to hire a lawyer, why should you ask for the prosecution's opinion? Kafka expressed strong displeasure, shouting as loudly as he could.

Frankimir was about to say a few words, but before he could speak, he saw the little demon behind him, with the spear in his hand, stabbed Kafka and scolded in a low voice: "Rabbit cub, I told you that you are not allowed to speak when I don't ask you." ”

"Silence! Quiet! Was it the jury that was talking just now? The red-robed ** officer asked, tilting his neck. He kept tapping the little golden mallet in his hand, which looked like a turtle laying eggs on the beach.

"Nope! Dear Judge, it was the defendant who was speaking. Said a juror who looked like a peddler, with a turban wrapped around his head and a plaster on his face. No matter how you look at this guy, he doesn't look like a businessman, but more like a thief who is willing to be abducted, but on the jury roll level, what is written is true, "a businessman who does his duty".

"But when I saw you, I thought you were contempting court. After the conclusion of this case, I will charge you with contempt of court. The red-robed ** official said, still tapping the small golden mallet in his hand.

"What kind of mess is this?" Kafka asked Frankimir very depressed.

Frankie Mire just shrugged his shoulders because he didn't see what it was like either.

"Don't speak!" The little demon behind him said again.

The red-robed ** officer turned his face to the purple-robed judge beside him and asked, "What's next?" ”

The purple-robed judge flipped through the thick code in his hand and said, "Oh! It's time for the jury to take the oath. ”

"Yes! Oh, yes! I'm all confused, go and let them take the oath. The red-robed ** officer said.

After the red-robed ** official finished speaking, he saw a purple-robed judge stand up, leave his seat slowly, hold the heavy code, staggered to the side of the jury, and began to let them take the oath.

"I swear to the supreme King of Shotoku, the King of Tohoku, that I will listen carefully to the true testimonies of all parties and make a fair judgment based on the evidence......"

The jury's oath seems to have been taken separately, which seems to have been a considerable delay.

The jury's oath was really boring, and the audience in the audience began to be absent-minded and chattering.

The red-robed ** official simply lowered his head, as if he was asleep, without a trace of movement.

"What are they doing, and is it over?" Kafka asked with a sullen expression.

"I don't know what they're messing with, but it's annoying." Frankie Mill shook his head helplessly.

"Don't speak." The little demon said.

The selection of juries in the Twin Cities was simple: the gendarmerie would arrest whoever they saw on the streets, as long as they had enough of the legal number required by law, and the jury would be formed.

I don't know how long it took for the jury to take the oath.

As the purple-robed judge returned to his seat, the goblin lowered the metal railing in front of Frankimir and Kafka.

This is not to give them equal treatment, but to make it easier for the audience in the hearing table to throw bad tomatoes, rotten eggs, rotten bananas, and so on at these abominable sinners.

It was the favorite part of everyone in the room, and it was the only interesting part of the trial.

It cannot be ruled out that many of them have arrived here just to wait for the exciting moment.

Outside the Capitol building, small vendors of eggs, tomatoes and fruits abound, and they are the hottest and money-earners of all the merchants in Capitol Square.

Strange to say, in the food-scarce Twin Cities, where food rations are still scarce, there are still so many people willing to pay for food for all evil sinners.

It is this great system that has nurtured this great industry, and the people with lofty ideals who have not yet eaten their fills, but are still jealous and hateful.