"Of course not, Your Honor," said Catherine, standing in the center of the courtroom, aloud to the judge as the jury and onlookers watched, "this is actually a murder, and Mr. Connor's murderer was the man who shot him a year ago. ”

"I see what you mean," the Inquisitor nodded, "but what do you mean when you say Miss Connor is covering up for this murderer?"

Because the Connor family had long known who had shot him, when Mr. Connor was shot, the manservant next to him actually saw the man and came back and quietly told Miss Connor, who privately believed the man and threatened him with a murder charge, asking him to use his position to serve the Connor family if necessary. ”

Catherine turned her gaze back to the auditorium, stared at the pale-faced man, and shouted, "Mr. Sheriff, that person is you, that's why you violated the code by not performing an autopsy and putting the charge of murder on Patton's head!"

There was a commotion in the courtroom, and the people were in an uproar, and the sheriff stood up with a pale face and a trembling voice and shouted: "Don't listen to this woman's nonsense, this is a complete slander, a slander against the law enforcement court, she should be arrested and hanged!"

"It's a pity, I'm afraid you're the one who will be hanged!" Catherine sneered, turned back to the grim-faced Inquisitor and said, "My lord, you have several correspondence between Miss Connor and Mr. Ross, the contents of which not only prove my words, but also before Mr. Connor's unexpected death, Miss Connor and the sheriff were already plotting to frame the bakery owner!"

The inquisitor bowed his head and opened the letters in front of him one by one, while Rose, who was sitting in the audience, sat down in his chair with a pale face, and Miss Connor, who was not far away, looked at him with a desperate look on his face, and quietly got up to leave.

"Miss Connor, please stay!" Catherine saw her and exclaimed, "You threatened to use the sheriff to frame innocents, did you just walk away?"

"No one is allowed to leave here without my orders!" the Inquisitor shouted as the four soldiers standing in the doorway immediately blocked the door, and Miss Connor took a trembling step back and sat down in her chair shivering.

After reading each of the letters, the judge presented all the exhibits to the jury and ordered a team of soldiers to go to Connor Manor to bring Mr. Connor's body back for examination by a coroner from the Law Enforcement Division.

After a long wait of several hours, the coroner's report confirmed Dr. Lucas's testimony, and the jury, after circulating the evidence, made a verdict to the judge: Barton, the owner of the bakery, was not guilty.

When the judge's gavel sounded, Patton, who was let go by the soldiers, ran to his wife with tears in his eyes, Petty came to her husband with Murphy's support, and the couple hugged each other and cried in unison, thanking Catherine and Murphy for saving their lives, and the audience at the scene applauded thunderously and cheered.

Meanwhile, Sheriff Ross is arrested for homicide and Miss Connor is taken into custody for perverting justice, both of which will be sentenced separately.

On this day, the whole city of Roma was boiling, and people were telling about the case, and Catherine, who walked out of the law enforcement house, was surrounded by people on both sides of the road, and people shouted her name and revered her.

In a corner outside the law enforcement compound, Rogge hid in the shadows, wearing a red veil on his face, and quietly looked at Catherine in the crowd with a smile on his face, the joy on her face intertwined with the tears that had not yet dried up on the Bartons, making the moment extraordinary.

"Well done, my child. Rogge smiled and muttered to himself, turning and quietly retreating into the crowd.

When Catherine and Murphy returned to the hotel surrounded by the crowd, it was almost dusk, and the boss greeted them from inside and laughed loudly at the two: "Hahahaha, you guys are amazing, I have asked people to prepare a sumptuous dinner for the two of you and your friends for free!"

"Thank you, boss, is the gentleman with us in the room?" asked Catherine impatiently.

"Oh, he's been back a long time ago, and he's been in the room all along!" said the boss with a smile, pointing to the stairs.

Catherine thanked him, took three steps and two steps to the second floor, knocked lightly on Rogge's door, heard the inside say "Please come in" and pushed the door in, and saw Rogge lying on the bed with his head in his hands.

Catherine came to the bed lightly and called softly, and Rogge looked back at her calmly, "You're back." ”

Catherine thought he would be very happy, but she didn't expect his reaction to be so cold, and the smugness in her heart couldn't help but be half cold, she settled down on the edge of the bed, and after a little deliberation, said to him: "Patton is acquitted, and we win." ”

"I see, it's been all over the city, I'm afraid it's been spread all over the nearby towns. Rogge looked at her calmly and said.

"Actually, I came to you because I have some questions for you. Catherine looked at him carefully and humbly asked, "How do you know that Mr. Connor died of a foreign body blocking his trachea, and how do you get all that evidence about the sheriff and Miss Connor?"

"It's very simple, first Connor's handkerchief tells me that he has been coughing up blood for many years, which indicates that he has a serious lesion in his respiratory organs. Rogge said as he sat up from the bed and leaned his back against the wall at the head of the bed.

"Secondly, you told me that he had a gunshot wound, and that the doctor had said that his lung had been badly wounded, and that a fragment of a bullet was missing, but there was very little space in the lung, and since the mutilated bullet was not found, it was not embedded in the muscles of the lungs, so it was very likely that it had fallen into the trachea. ”

"So, I went to Dr. Lucas, asked Mr. Connor in detail and looked at his medical records, and learned that he had difficulty breathing in addition to coughing up blood, which confirmed my suspicion that there must have been a foreign body stuck in his trachea, causing him to have trouble breathing. ”

"And you took the doctor to the autopsy and found the mutilated bullet?" said Catherine happily.

"Yes, I disguised myself as a biographer and told Miss Connor that I intended to write a biography of her father in his memory, and to distract her, and the doctor took the opportunity to visit under the pretext of sorting out Mr. Connor's remains, and went into the basement to take the butler and servants, and complete the autopsy. ”

"That's wonderful!" said Catherine in admiration.

"And even better," said Roger with a smile, "and as the doctor was about to leave, he invited Miss Connor to the door and talked with her for a long time, and I took the opportunity to sneak into the study and find her correspondence with the little villain with her, which was one of the purposes for which I went to the manor, and I had long suspected that there was something wrong with the sheriff. ”

"How did you start to doubt him?" asked Catherine, curious.

"His attitude has been very suspicious since you went to the law enforcement department to meet him, but I didn't think he was a murderer at that time, but then the news of Connor's gunshot wound reminded me that although the guns were more common in Itali, they were limited to the military and rangers, and were rarely owned and accessed by the common people. ”

"Then I thought of the broken bullets, remember the bullets that appeared in Lady Nala's case? They are the same kind of bullets as the bullets in this case, they are all old projectiles of poor material, and the new projectiles you are using now cannot be easily shattered, which means that the person who fired the shot is not a ranger. ”

"That's right, even if the rangers spend less money on food and clothing, they can't allow themselves to use inferior weapons, otherwise they will lose their lives!" Catherine nodded in agreement.

"Therefore, only the military can still use inferior ammunition, but it is impossible for the regular army to use it, the same principle as the rangers, soldiers do not have good weapons to fight, isn't it to go to the battlefield to die?"

Rogge smiled slightly, jumped out of bed and walked to the table to pour a cup of coffee, Catherine also came over and sat down beside him, Rogge handed the coffee to her, and said as he poured it for himself: "But the sheriffs are different, they are mostly faced with petty theft, and firearms are still very powerful, no matter how old they are. ”

"You think so deeply, why didn't I think it was so far?" said Catherine with a regretful sigh.

"You've done a great job," Rogge said with a smile and patting her back, "Lilith has been hiding in the courtroom during your trial, and she came back to me after the trial, and has been learning from you in the courtroom, although the little villain is a bit exaggerated, but it is really wonderful!"

"Thank you, I'll keep trying!" Catherine smiled shyly, lowered her head and took a sip of her coffee, savoring the bitter and sweet charm, and a bitter and sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

"It's getting dark, we have another class to go to-night, come on baby, let's go get something to eat, or the little villain should eat all the dinner the boss has prepared." Rogge stood up and left the room with Catherine to the dining room on the first floor.

The restaurant was already crowded at this time, as soon as people saw Catherine walking down the stairs, chanting in unison and raising the wine glass in their hands, Rogge smiled and nodded to everyone, patted Catherine on the shoulder and asked her to talk to everyone, turned around and walked to the bar, and sat down next to Murphy.

"You look tired. Rogge asked the boss for a glass of wine and clinked glasses with Murphy.

"It's okay, as long as she's happy, I'm fine. Murphy drank the wine from his glass, and looked back at Catherine's smiling face surrounded by the crowd, and a hint of loneliness flashed on her face.

"She's growing fast, isn't she?" Rogge also turned to look at Catherine in the crowd, and said to Murphy, "Two or three months ago, she was weak and powerless, and now she is almost unrecognizable. ”

"Yes, she's completely different from the one I first met," Murphy said with a sigh of melancholy in his tone, "I think it won't be long before she becomes famous, and her accomplishments will surpass ours, and she will be a new legend in people's mouths." ”

"At that point, we two 'old guys' will have to sit at the bar and drink and talk about our bravery!" Rogge smiled and drank the glass and placed it on the bar.

"No, brother, we won't be the same," Murphy said, shaking his head meaningfully, "You will always be her teacher, and people will know that it was the 'lone wolf' who raised her, and everything about her came from you." ”

"I'd rather no one knew about it, or the girl's future would have been bumpy. Rogge stood up and patted Murphy on the shoulder and said, "After all, I'm a man with a bad reputation in both black and white. ”

Looking at Rogge's figure squeezing into the crowd, Murphy shook his head meaningfully and said to himself: "No, your real notoriety is far from coming......