Second, it is rare for a case to be dispatched at the same time by the state federation, the procuratorate, and the court system.

Ruthberg also reluctantly admitted in class that such a thing as a second instance of a case cannot be avoided in legal theory.

It can only be resolved through private negotiation between two or more parties, usually speaking, everyone has a professional tacit understanding, one party is handling the case, the other party is usually too lazy to care, and this kind of dual-track case handling is extremely rare.

Don't ask, there must be something unclear behind it.

Edward is no longer the newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers half a year ago, and the Sheldon case has given him a full understanding of the mysteries of the judicial system in the United States.

The current self, hehe, if it weren't for his cleverness and luck, he would have been overturned by Judge Arnold and Solomon.

The traverser should revere the natives, which is one of the necessary conditions for survival.

But......

There seems to be a pair of beautiful amber eyes looking at himself in his brain, which makes people's hearts strangely hot, this hot energy goes all the way down, lingers near the dantian, condenses into a dan, in the words of Western medical anatomy, that is, the prostate has an abnormal feeling, which makes him refuse to say a word, but is concentrating on calming his heart, "Damn, when is it, don't think about those who don't, if you want to go back, lie in bed and think about it, there are no tissues here!" ”

"Well, what are you trying to achieve with an appeal?" He asked, ghostly.

"I resolutely don't go to the state prison, I'm too old, and the state prison has always been known for its poor environment, I'm afraid that I won't die in it in half a year, not to mention that I have served four months in federal prison, and I have paid enough for my sins, so my request is that this case is over, I may be able to pay a little more fine, but I will never go to prison."

"Well, I'll take all the information home and take a look at it first, and I want to wait until I have a complete understanding of the situation before deciding whether to join in."

"Ed, thank you, money is not a problem, I am good friends with your grandfather, and I will never treat my good friend's juniors badly."

"That's right, although the old guy is described by the media as cold-blooded than Stalin, I have to say that he is a good business partner." Mizrasi Rabi made the endorsement at the right time.

"So, what the hell do you think?" His grandfather asked him, "Didn't you refuse at first?" Why did you suddenly say that you would look at the file first? ”

"Then what is your attitude and opinion on this?" Edward asked rhetorically

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Yes, this guy Bergman is not a good person, and after being beaten by the media right now, I think his reputation is worse than that of a serial killer, and if you rush in, it may have a negative impact on your future."

"However, such a complex case is also an opportunity, and if it is done correctly, it is easy to leave a classic precedent and become the target of the media, which is good for your future. So it's good or bad, it's up to you to choose. Of course, it will definitely take a lot of effort and effort, and it will not necessarily have a positive outcome, after all, you will have to deal with the state and federal judiciary. ”

"If you're too embarrassed to speak, I can call him for you. You don't really feel like a Jew at this point, it's in our nature to be straightforward. Mizrasilabi sighed, "If you hesitate like this, you will bring trouble." ”

"Okay, I see, let me think again."

So Edward changed his plans to stay in New York for one night and drove back to New Haven overnight.

……

"Hey, hey, what are you doing! Ed! You! You've gone too far, it's half past eleven now, and I've just fallen asleep when I've been woken up by you! Chris muttered as he curled up on the couch, his head unkempt and his mouth yawning, "The devil doesn't bother the sleeper!" ”

"Seriously, give me an idea," Edward rarely replied, instead sat down beside him with a sad face.

Chris thought he was still unhappy about what happened during the day"?? Bolton? What are you doing with that mustachioed clown? No matter how hard he tries, he can't outdo you. Intelligence is innately determined and has little to do with nurture. ”

"It's not...... What do I care about him? Edward said angrily, "If you really want to mess with him, it's easy to let Carl Wright and his 'Pink Boys' surround him for a week, I promise he will take the initiative to ask to go to the insane asylum, and of course it may open the door to a new world and embark on a road without water." ”

"You're really ......" Chris was scared, although he didn't understand what "road without water" meant, but when he thought about it, he knew that it was definitely not a good word, so quickly pull away from the topic. What's the matter? ”

"I, I'm kind of thinking about Bergman's defense, but you know, his reputation ......."

"Then go......" The big black man yawned, "Whoever you've been afraid of, you've defended Sheldon......"

"I thought what was going on...... Cut" the big black man pouted with his eyes half-closed.

Suddenly, his bull's eyes widened, "Wait, who?" Chris's exploding head instantly jumped out with a dozen exclamation points!

"Bergman, Bernard Bergman......" replied Edward stiffly.

"I think you're crazy, listen to me, Ed, whatever your intentions, you've given me no idea." Chris stared at Edward with wide bulls' eyes.

The latter was looked at by him straight and empty.

"I don't care why you have this idea, but as a friend I firmly disagree."

"I think Bergman was wronged, of course he wasn't a good guy, but the media is obviously talking nonsense, completely ignoring journalistic ethics." Edward's explanation of frailty.

"When did you become so righteous. Listen, it's because the media is almost overwhelmingly bashing Bergman that you can't meddle. Do you know why? ”

Edward shook his head.

"Wait a minute," Chris said as he ran to the corner of the living room, where there were piles of newspapers he had read, and after a while, he found a few, scratched a few more with his pen, and handed them over.

Edward took it, and when he finished reading it, there was no sound for him.

"Understood?"

"Who did Bergman offend when he was low?! A senior senator, a congressman, a senior municipal senator in New York, my God, what are they going to do? This lineup can be used to investigate whether the president has violated the constitution. Edward gasped.

"And it's all Democratic." Chris added

“？ Ay? But Bergman is not a Republican, and he has a good relationship with the top Democrats, and I saw a picture of him with JFK and Lasko in his office......"

"yes, are you going to rush in......

"Don't rush, don't rush, resolutely don't rush, just rush will kill people. I'll call him tomorrow and ask him to ask for another master! I don't want to get involved in this case. ”

"So, you're okay?" Chris asked

"Thank you, my good friend, if it weren't for your almost perverted memory, I might have fallen headlong into it."

"Hehe," the big black man smiled softly, "So, we can talk about another issue now." ”

Seeing that the other party's smile gradually disappeared, Edward felt that the situation was not good, "It's late, you go to bed, I'm going to take a shower." ”

"Come back!" There was a thunderclap in the back.

Edward had no choice but to stop.

Chris smiled and pointed to his stomach, "It's the early morning of September 17, 1968!" My grandfather said that when you feel hungry at night, wrap yourself tightly with a blanket and you won't be hungry when you fall asleep. ”

"I think he has a point, and the doctor advises not to eat after 8 p.m."

"But! I am hungry! And you dragged me out of bed! And I can't sleep hungry! How do you say! ”

"Okay, what do you want to eat, I'll do it" Edward cried and sadly said, "It's late, not to mention it's too complicated, and there aren't many ingredients. ”

"Tsk" a smile appeared on the big black face, "Yes, it's a little late, eat something light, so you can get me a tomato scrambled egg to put sugar, add an oyster sauce lettuce, and by the way, a bowl of shrimp roe noodles." ”

"Whew" Edward breathed a sigh of relief, this thing could be done in a quarter of an hour, "Wait, shrimp noodles?" I don't think I bought it? ”

"I went to a supermarket owned by Cantonese people in Chinatown a few days ago to buy it, can't it? Authentic HK came over. That bread, you just put it in water and boil it, the noodle soup is stock, don't throw it away......"

"......" Edward really couldn't say anything except scratching his head, the big black man obviously put a lot of effort into Chinese food, it's September now, and if it continues to develop to this extent, within two months, this guy should be eating hairy crabs......

……

Roseberg changed into her suit, stepped into the classroom with her high heels, and began to give a formal lecture.

She thinks quickly, speaks quickly, and when she speaks, she puts the textbook on the podium, takes a piece of chalk, and writes while talking in front of the blackboard, without even being stunned.

Such a class does sound very cool, but the drawback is also obvious - the pressure is just too much.

Edward also felt that life was a bit worse than death, where is this law class, it clearly has the style of a high math class in the previous life, as long as there are ten seconds of distraction, the next is the vicissitudes of life, obviously the blackboard that was originally blank was suddenly covered with all kinds of inexplicable formulas, and I don't even know how to deduce it.

What's even worse is that Rushberg has an amazing memory, often halfway through the board, he doesn't look back, he directly calls names, and asks students to express their opinions, and after a class, people are about to collapse.

Seeing that the class was about to end, Rustberg also slowed down his speech and began to help everyone recall and consolidate today's content, and the students all softened, or leaned back in their chairs or leaned on their desks.

Only one person appeared to be very energetic, still doing it straight, and the carefully trimmed golden mustache was shining, showing the confidence of his owner......

Edward rolled his eyes, he really didn't bother to pay attention to this obvious guy, this thing is already in this state in the first year now, if it is two years later, he will definitely shout "very good and energetic" praise to the new students.