"What's going on with those two guys in the dock?" The red-robed ** officer then asked.

"They were infiltrators, they had no identity documents, they were the defendants in this case, and they committed arson, robbery and many other crimes." The prosecution's lawyer hurriedly said that it seems that the ** officer finally noticed the defendant.

"Intruders? How did they infiltrate the Twin Cities? God bless my king! That means they don't have private property in the Twin Cities? The red-robed ** officer asked curiously.

"Theoretically, they are not citizens of the Twin Cities and do not have identity documents here. They're Soviet, I guess they shouldn't have any property in the Twin Cities? The prosecution's lawyer added.

"It's not easy! You say that they are Soviets, that is, those who have almost no private property and live in communes? What should they pay for the fine? The red-robed ** officer shook his head helplessly.

"Yes! Dear Judge, The prosecution's lawyer nodded.

"What do you think of the jury, whether they are guilty or not?" The red-robed ** officer asked the jury.

"Your Excellency, we think we should draw lots to determine whether they are guilty or not." A juror said.

"It's an old, sacred, noble way, but it's a little too slow. For the sake of simplicity, I announced that they would be detained in the dungeons of the Capitol before the gendarmerie could find out whether they had private property in the Twin Cities. If it is found that they have no property, they are to be shot. The death penalty is the best and easiest way to do it, as it saves us a lot of trouble and avoids any hidden dangers that may be left behind in the future. The red-robed ** official grabbed the small golden mallet as he spoke.

"Your Excellency is wise!" The jury members approved.

"I announce a temporary adjournment of the court and announce the verdict at a later date! Let the gendarmerie inform the families of the jury, and tell each of them to go to the judge and pay a hundred taels of silver to ransom. The red-robed judge knocked on the little golden gavel and said.

"Your Excellency! I haven't said anything yet. The bald man said suddenly.

"You'll have a chance, at least you can go home and talk."

"But Your Excellency ...... Judge"

Without waiting for Chao Jianglong to say his words, the red-robed ** official knocked on the gavel in his hand and hurriedly said: "If you can count on the law to protect your rights and interests, then you are very wrong, I just hope that you can be safe." You should know. Whoever you are the plaintiff and who is the defendant has nothing to do with me. I even wonder if I'm in this courtroom. Maybe we're all still sleeping in our own beds, just having the same dream. My seventh aunt told me that she was pregnant again, and who knows whose wild seed she was pregnant, and she also said it was my seed last time. As a result, the fat boy's skin was brown. ”

"Alright! All right! Before this old fellow convinces us that we are all still dreaming in bed, and that we are not in this courtroom at all, I think you can do whatever you have to do! The purple-robed judge who was sitting next to the ** official said.

Kafka, who was helpless to the point of collapse, suddenly noticed that Yulia and the others had disappeared at some point, and four chairs were vacant in the crowded hearing table.

"Women are really unreliable! I thought they were here to save us, but they just left us and ran away. Kafka rubbed his eyes, looking depressed.

"Probably not! Maybe they thought of a way to get us out. Frankimir also began to learn to gouge out the nostrils of the people in the hearing table, and this very unsightly behavior seemed contagious.

"Do you know what your biggest flaw is?" Kafka asked, shaking his index finger.

"What?" Frankie Mill cleared his nose. Buckled his nose again.

"You are always heartless and out of tune, you must know that the human heart is more sinister than we think!" Kafka nodded heavily.

"Really?" Frank Mire put on a very useful look.

At this time, there was an uproar in the courtroom again, and the noisy people didn't know whether these guys had brains or not.

"God, this place is even more incomprehensible than an insane asylum." Kafka complained.

"It seems that we can only ask for more blessings, how much money did you rob him? Is it enough for us to redeem ourselves? Do you think they will really execute us? Frankie Mill asked.

"If I were allowed to stay with these guys, I'd rather be executed!" Kafka shook his head in frustration.

After a long quarrel, the trial ended in a hurry.

Frank Mimir and Kafka hung their heads. Escorted by two ugly little demons, he slowly walked through the narrow passage and returned to the dungeon again.

Kafka didn't want to bother anymore, these unreasonable fellows who were as neurotic. The only thing he could think of at this time was something he could use to fill his stomach.

In the Capitol building, a splendid room.

This room is very large, the table, bookcase, coffee table, sofa in the room are all large. Some of the larger ones are extremely incongruous compared to the Asian figures.

However, this embarrassing proportional relationship is in the eyes of most people. But it is a symbol of grandeur and magnificence, a portrayal of luxury and splendor. Only those who are rich enough can enjoy such treatment.

The red-robed ** official in the room had just taken off his big red robe and changed into a tuxedo with gold embroidered thread.

He picked up the stick of civilization made of pure gold, put on a high courtesy, and walked out of the bright and spacious office, ready to leave the "Capitol building".

At this moment, the luxury screw locomotive equipped with eight wheels is parked at the west exit of the Capitol building.

It's always packed with all kinds of people, and it's like a holiday celebration all year round.

There are reporters who come to find hot news, there are antique dealers who come to sell antiques to legislators, there are girls who want to climb the high branches in their dreams with heavy makeup, and there are many gangsters who are idle and just want to have something to watch.

Walking out of the Capitol building, the ** official suddenly remembered that his eleventh aunt who had just passed the door had to buy him some new Belgian bag.

It looks like he's going to have to make a trip to the business district, and I hope the road won't be too bad today.

However, less than three minutes later, the ** official dispelled this idea.

Because next to the white marble pillar in the corner of the wall, the ** official happily found something that made him more interested.

This highly myopic ** official always can't see anything clearly on weekdays, but there are some things that he never looks away.

At this moment, under the white marble pillar, there are four women in sexy costumes, graceful postures, seductive spirits, and extremely charming women. (To be continued.) )