Justice Francis, who was so offended that he was so enraged that he snatched the torch and cried out unwillingly: "I alone have the final judgment! Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Please note that the blood book from fourteen years ago has been preserved to this day, and the blood stains are brittle and thin, and they cannot withstand tossing. Don't accidentally damage the scene - Major General Claude has already surveyed it, and even if you wipe the blood book off the floor, it won't help. Frederick handed him a torch and leaned against the door, holding his head high and sneering.

The chief judge was stunned, and squeezed into the secret room with a torch, covering his nose, and frowning at the cramped cellar. Torches crackled through drooping cobwebs, and leaping orange fires illuminated the gloomy mountain of gold stacked in the center. The chief justice immediately understood with trepidation: this secret room, which was used by the Mendelssohn clan as a precautionary measure, was very well hidden, with drinking water, food and coils, and if the clansmen were in great trouble, they could come here to take refuge, and then fly away with the coils.

He sniffed the rotten air and dreamed back to the scene of the massacre fourteen years ago, as if he heard the cries of countless human beings who were unwilling to die. As if sleepwalking, he staggered around the golden mountain, the firelight spread through the darkness, and the four lines of hideous blood on the ground immediately crashed into his eyes:

"Ophelia, Mendelssohn, blood-drinking baby, you will cross the battle of money, you will step through the ugly pool of blood, you will take off Oppenheimer's head and avenge your 531 blood relatives!

The Chancellor screamed in terror, stumbled and fell backwards, and the torch fell on the old bed hanging from the net, and immediately roasted the dry mattress and rotting wood, and rushed up with acrid black smoke.

Frederick looked up and cursed, "Stupid!" rushed in and picked up the torch and tried to extinguish the fire, but fortunately the mattress and wood were rotten and shattered at the touch of a touch, and the flammability was very low, and it was extinguished in three or two strokes.

Then Frederick glared at the receding justice, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Now you know you're afraid?" Grabbing Francis by the collar and dragging the struggling judge out of the chamber, he explained angrily: "He almost burned the evidence! Look at his frightened look!" and then he squatted down viciously, grabbed Francis by the collar, and grinned his teeth at the sweaty face:

"Have you been crushed by the courage of the blood book? Has it stolen the backbone of your lie? You should be ashamed, because the blood book was written by a girl under the age of 26, she fed the orphans with her blood, she wrote a suicide note with her life, and the hatred and resentment between the lines were anger that could not be extinguished for 14 years! Lord Francis, you have a good life and a high status, and you can decide the life of others with a few words, but in the face of time and the truth, you are not only defeated, but also shameless!"

"No, what does it have to do with me! I don't know!" Francis kicked his legs and pushed Frederick's face with both hands, desperately avoiding his gaze, and turned his head hysterically.

"Do you know nothing, or are you deliberately protective? But most importantly, Lawrence's argument was supported by ironclad evidence, the allegations of Witness No. 2 were established, and the chain of evidence was complete. You can now make a sane verdict - this is your last chance. Frederick pinched Francis's rippling chin viciously.

At this point, curious jury members enter the chamber to find out what kind of evidence scares the justice. But as soon as they saw the fierce blood book, and tasted the words of resentment, they were immediately shocked as if they had fallen weightlessly, and were struck by the truth of 14 years ago, like a battering ram across time and space hitting their sternums, and the shocked jury's brains were numb, and they all had to hold on to the wall to move out.

The jury finally got a sense of the mood of the owner of the blood book, and they leaned against the wine crate, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes, imagining the pain of the 26-year-old girl who wanted to skin and tear him apart when she found out that she had been betrayed by Oppenheimer, but could not do anything about it.

The jury couldn't help but scrutinize the delicate plaintiff carefully, and saw Ophelia's frowning appearance, dignified like a sensible adult. Suddenly sighed with emotion, and secretly sighed that tribulation is the ripening agent of life.

Frederick was still angrily pressuring Francis. Ferdinand, knowing that the tide was turning, closed his eyes and shook his head, smiled and patted the sluggish Oppenheimer, and then quietly exited the cellar and left alone.

He left so calmly, calmly as if he had been eaten a pawn playing chess.

Oppenheimer was dumbfounded, he felt that he should be afraid, but he was infected by Ferdinand's calmness, and couldn't help but speculate: "The prince seems to be confident, I am afraid that he has prepared a second-hand plan - maybe even plan C and plan D." So I shouldn't panic either, otherwise I will be looked down upon by the prince. ”

Then he waited for the battle with great ambition, without fear, and did not know what death was.

Ophelia, on the other hand, involuntarily broke away from Filia and stared straight at the chamber, thinking, "That's where I survived." So he staggered through the astonished crowd and floated alone into the chamber.

Major General Claude suddenly pressed Ophelia's shoulder, lowered his eyelids with pity, and said, "Child, don't go in and see." Those fonts will haunt your mind and you will never be able to get rid of them. ”

"Why should I get rid of it?" Ophelia pushed away the major general's hand and looked up in confusion: "Even if I feel sad when I think about it, that is the memory left to me by my family." And precious memories, even if they hurt people, cannot be discarded. ”

Then she snatched the torch and stubbornly walked in, and by the light of the rosin flame she saw the flowers blooming on the ground, like a cry through time and space, infusing her with the meaning of life:

"The blood-drinking baby, through the killing array of money, stepping through the merciless pool of blood, and perpetuating the name Mendelssohn!"

At this moment, the carefree princess world was shattered, and the sharp shards hung with blood beads like glass, allowing Ophelia to learn to endure pain, graduate from youth, and step into the world of adults.

The trembling verdict of the chief justice came from outside the secret room: "The chain of evidence is complete and valid, the plaintiff's accusations are established, and Oppenheimer is now convicted of first-degree murder and inheritance theft, and the defendant is sentenced to death with a suspended execution." The working capital in the defendant's name was frozen, all positions and titles were stripped away, and all the defendant's assets, banks, and immovable properties were dismantled and liquidated as the inheritance of the Mendelssohn family, all of which were inherited by the plaintiff Ophelia. The verdict was unanimously passed by the jury, was fair, true and valid, and was immediately enforced. (To be continued.) )