"Half an hour ago, the imitator committed the crime again."

"The victim's name is Nicole Jones, who divorced her husband a month ago. Nicole Jones with her husband's body was found in the bedroom. ”

"Consistent with the modus operandi of the imitator's evolution."

"Mr. Jones was on his knees in bed, his hands tied behind his back, and his throat was cut from the right rear."

"Nicole Jones was naked, lying on the bed, her body was bound, and the preliminary judgment was that she had suffered a wound to her lower body and died of blood loss. The bed was covered with rose petals, and there was half a bottle of red wine and two goblets left at the head of the bed. ”

"In addition, we found traces of a skull fracture in the back of Nicole's head, and shredded flesh in her fingernails, which may be the remnants of the murderer."

"Nicole may have resisted and scratched the murderer before she died."

Brooklyn listened quietly to David's description before speaking.

"Who called the police?"

There was a moment of silence in the earpiece, and David's dry voice rang out.

"Media."

Brooklyn got up and paced back and forth in the office.

"Immediately cordon off the scene and find out the first media outlet to receive the news, and he has a connection to the murderer."

"Arrest Brown immediately, the prison guard I brought you to your attention. And a bald woman. She was present at the trial. I'll send her a picture later. ”

"I'll go to Michael and adjourn the trial."

"Remember, David, don't give anything to the media."

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Brooklyn hang up, Ben Stone asked.

"You're suing the wrong person."

Brooklyn glanced at Ben Stone and smiled wryly

"Curtis is just a shield that has been pushed out, and the real murderer is someone else."

"I know you still have a lot of questions, but I suggest you'd better go and file a withdrawal right now. Root. You should know that it may only take five minutes for the jury to reach a verdict. ”

"Once Curtis is found guilty, what kind of trouble will you, me, David, the District Attorney's Office, the courthouse, and the NYPD that the three of us represent?"

"Putting an accomplice to first-degree murder in place as the main culprit will make the media of the whole Federation boil."

With that, Brooklyn waved at Ben Stone and walked to Michael's office.

Fortunately, he is familiar with Michael and has figured out Michael's daily whereabouts.

Entering the door, facing Michael's surprised inquiring expression, Brooklyn directly explained the situation.

"So are you here to apply for a stay of the trial or are you going to dismiss the indictment outright?"

Michael asked.

Brooklyn sometimes wonders which wealthy young master Michael is, and coming to E.D.N.Y is to go down to the gold and experience life.

Otherwise, how could the Chief Justice of the District Court not even understand the requirement that a judge cannot dismiss a criminal case at this stage?

"At this stage in a criminal case, the judge cannot pronounce the verdict as a verdict."

Brooklyn explained, pointing to the fact that he was playing with Red Alert's computer.

"I'll make a request for a stay of hearing, and I'll need your signature."

Michael raised his hands and watched his huge base being flattened by nuclear bombs, smacking his mouth with a look of pity and getting out of the way.

Brooklyn pulled the keyboard, crackled, and pulled the application out of the printer's 'mouth' and spread it on the table.

Almost as soon as Michael signed it, Brooklyn grabbed the application and got up and ran.

"Hey! Is there anything else I need to do? ”

Michael shouted at the back.

Brooklyn waved his hand as he ran, and as he passed by his office, he unlocked it.

I ran all the way to the door of the collegial room, and I saw the door open, and the jurors followed the jury representatives outside.

"Wait!"

Brooklyn shouted, startling the jurors who were talking and laughing, and subconsciously stopped at the door.

"This is a document signed by Chief Judge Mr. Michael, and the case No. 017-EDNY09-074 was suspended due to an accident. Recovery time is unknown. ”

Brooklyn said it quickly, but he didn't even look at the jurors, just stuffed the papers to the bailiff at the door, turned around and left.

During the collegial phase, the jury is prohibited from communicating with any non-jury member in any way, unless the jury voluntarily applies because it cannot convince the opposing party.

"Judge Brooklyn, what's going on?"

Behind him came the question of the jury representative, but Brooklyn just pretended not to hear it, quickened his steps, and disappeared around the corner.

Just as Brooklyn was about to return to Courtroom 9, the phone rang again.

It's still David calling.

"Brooklyn."

David's voice made Brooklyn's newly relieved heart hang again.

"We need you to come here. Well, bring the Bibles that Court No. 9 used to swear witnesses. ”

"What?"

Brooklyn suspected she had misheard.

"Hahn wants to see you."

David said helplessly

"Brown died at home, and Hahn said that Evelyn still had Harvin and Brown's family in her hands, a total of eight hostages."

"From the time she first spoke to you, she would kill a hostage every ten minutes until you showed up in front of him."

Brooklyn pushed open the door to Courtroom 9 and mocked with some annoyance

"So you're going to let me go?"

"You NYPD are amazing."

With that, Brooklyn also realized that now was not the time to lose his temper, and immediately sighed.

"David, you shouldn't have told me about this. Go to your director, explain the situation to him, and let your director make a decision. ”

"But ......"

"Nothing, David, this is business, you are the head of the NYPD Homicide Team, I am E.D.N.Y, you have no right to dictate to me, only your director to make an invitation."

"But it's going to take a long time, and all we've lost is human lives, Brooklyn."

"Trust me, David, if you don't do what I say, it will be more troublesome in the future."

"To avoid trouble, so you sacrifice other people's lives?"

David's angry voice came from the earpiece.

Brooklyn paused for a moment and whispered, "I'm waiting for the NYPD commissioner's invitation, sorry, David." ”

With that, Brooklyn hung up. He recruits a guest assistant and asks him to rummage through the picture of the bald woman, that is, Evelyn, and pass it on to himself.

"Wait." Brooklyn called the guest assistant, pointed to Curtis in the small dark room and said, "You have to watch him, he is likely to commit suicide or run away, watch him." ”

"Brooklyn, we're just bailiffs, not NYPD."

The cameo assistant rolled his eyes and complained.

"Then do the NYPD a favor, and the director of the NYPD will thank you."

Brooklyn casually draws flatbread.

"I don't need a thank you from the NYPD director." The cameo assistant shook his head, not stunned by the pie.

"I want to be a real judge's assistant, Judge Brooklyn."

Brooklyn didn't perfunctory this time, he glanced up and down at the guest assistant, frowned and thought about it.

The envoys for several days finally made the bailiff unable to sit still.

This is to be expected.

It's just that his position as a judge's assistant was originally reserved for Ray......

"Sorry, Bob......"

Before Brooklyn could finish speaking, the phone rang again, this time not David, but an unfamiliar number.