This meal was hearty.

The confrontation with Benstone was terrifying, as if dancing on the tip of a knife, which excited Brooklyn, and the feeling as if his soul was trembling made him intoxicated.

By the time Bens took his leave, the sun had set in the west and Hoover Avenue was crowded.

Brooklyn drove the car humming a little tune, slowly moving through the traffic.

He turned on the car radio and listened to the news reports inside.

News of his secret conversation with Benstone at the restaurant has made the news, and the radio host is analyzing the brick industry with two brick families.

Brooklyn was an eye-opener to the endless conspiracy theories and speculations, and he listened to them with relish.

By the time I got home, it was already dark.

After eating two slices of pizza, Brooklyn turned on his computer and logged on to the ACN official website, and the photo of the press conference held by the director of the NYPD was hung on the front page.

Brooklyn was in a better mood.

In the afternoon, the NYPD commissioner held a press conference to respond to Brooklyn's allegations in court.

He said that he attached great importance to this matter and had dismissed all the members of the second murder team from their posts and sent them to the Ministry of the Interior for investigation.

He also assured the media that the NYPD would never support or shield malfeasance, and that if the Home Office investigation is confirmed, all those involved will be dealt with seriously.

He also shouted to the media that he admired Brooklyn Lee, and that he believed that Brooklyn was an upright and impartial judge, and that the NYPD would work with the District Attorney's Office to reopen the investigation, and that the NYPD would not wronged an upright person.

Finally, he cordially expressed his hope for a cordial exchange with Judge Brooklyn Lee.

Looking at the full text of press releases, Brooklyn grinned.

"David."

He called David.

"Are you okay?"

David only said a word that started with F and simply hung up.

Brooklyn happily dialed it again.

"You'd better be really okay."

David warned in an unkind tone.

"Of course, Officer David, of course I'm in trouble."

"I'm going to call the police, and the police are threatening me."

Brooklyn made a small joke.

Playing his hole cards had a better effect than expected, which put him at ease.

Is there a better way to justify your name than an official end?

No!

"Our director is furious, I want to talk to you about it."

David whispered while holding the microphone.

"You help me talk to him, and when it's over, I'll visit him."

"In the future, your internal NYPD cases can be heard by my court."

David was silent for a moment, and his voice came from the earpiece, a little low.

"I'll bring it."

Brooklyn thought for a moment and asked

"In the interrogation room that day, do you remember?"

"Hmm."

David's mood was still not high.

"What would I do if I were really the murderer?"

The phone fell silent for a long time.

Brooklyn knew it.

David was actually a man with a great sense of justice.

His own problems put him in a dilemma, on the one hand, duty and justice, and on the other hand, brotherhood.

Maybe he was relieved when he denied it that day.

And the reason why his mood is low today is probably because he heard the extraneous voice of that sentence.

"I'm just a judge, David, and it's my duty to make the prisoner deserve it."

After a moment of silence, David asked, "Do you still want to contact Ray?" ”

"Are we going to testify?"

"Of course, of course." Without thinking, Brooklyn replied, "Our rhythm is not going to change." ”

Having David and Ray appear in court as character witnesses was something Brooklyn had long thought about. One of the purposes of calling David over yesterday was to determine David's reliability and get him to contact Ray.

Hearing that Ray did well in the military, Brooklyn was looking forward to meeting his best friend.

"Okay, Ray is submitting an application, and it may be a few days before he returns."

"I still have a bunch of cases here, so I won't tell you."

"Okay, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, lying on the couch with his eyes closed, Brooklyn deduced the development of the situation, and after making sure that nothing was missed, he got up and walked into the bathroom.

……

……

On the fifth day of the incident, E.D.N.Y 10.

The trial continued.

The plaintiff's bench was still two, but the seats were reversed, with Ben Stone in the main seat and Coulson in the assistant seat.

The others don't seem to have changed.

But in the eyes of insiders, everything on the field has changed dramatically.

Judge Anna's attitude towards Brooklyn was much better.

The prosecution spoke more sensibly.

The trial is back on track and has become familiar to everyone.

The two sides are still-for-tat, but there is a lot less gunpowder smell, and more rational discussion of the details of the case.

If both sides can abandon distractions and discuss the case rationally, the whole day will be as smooth as silk, and the judges' work will be reduced by two-thirds.

Unfortunately, almost all the people involved in the trial will be affected by various factors, swayed by emotions, and tempted by money......

Once the trial returns to reason, it will actually become very boring.

……

Brooklyn got up again, made a dry statement about exhibit No. 7, and sat down.

Today is the 14th day since the incident.

At this point in the trial, Brooklyn has basically cleared the suspicion.

The media didn't pay much attention to it four days ago.

Today, the NYPD's press spokesperson is their new favorite.

The investigation of the second murder team is coming to an end, and the reporters are staring at them.

"The defense applied for a witness to be called David Portman."

Brooklyn stood up.

There was something wrong with Lei's side, and he could have arrived in a week, but it was delayed again and again, and now he has simply lost contact.

Exhibit No. 7 was the last piece of evidence, and he could only apply for David to delay the time by applying for it for the time being.

Yesterday he had already asked the court to include David as a witness, and he had made it public to the prosecution.

David was brought to the witness stand, and after swearing by the Bible, he told Brooklyn what he knew about Brooklyn when questioned.

Brooklyn himself listened to this part with relish.

His awakened memories are only partially in New York, and his memories of his past have always been very vague. This may be because he has not been to the place where he lived as a child, and that part of his memory has not yet awakened.

According to David, Brooklyn's parents died in a car accident, and he was sent to a welfare home as a child.

Brooklyn is cowardly, timid, and introverted by nature, and is at the bottom of the entire welfare home, and anyone can bully him.

Life in the orphanage in Brooklyn was not happy, and he survived without starvation, thanks to the food distributed to him by David and Ray.

Later, David and Ray escaped from the welfare home and joined the gang, and life in Brooklyn improved a little.

David and Ray became police officers, and the other signed up for the military, which was also Brooklyn's idea.

The three of them are like three stray dogs, reporting to the group to keep warm, helping each other, and stumbling until now.

According to David's account, it is a miracle that the three of them can grow from children in a welfare home to the present, and it is simply a realistic version of the federal dream.

After David finished speaking, there was even a long applause in the courtroom.