"I know that you, Judge Brooklyn, are a sanctimonious judge on the surface, but in reality you're just a soft ass who plays with women. You only dare to play with women. ”

"You escaped with your familiarity with the law, but you and I both know that you killed Selena."

Brooklyn:???

"So, you think I killed Selena and deliberately risked being arrested by the police to punish me?"

"Less narcissistic." Evelyn looked at Brooklyn with an idiot look, took out a wine glass and red wine from her bag and put them on the bedside, and took out a bottle of rose petals from her bag and began to decorate.

She turned off the light, took out a few candles and lit them, and set them up in a circle around the bed.

Then she held a candle in her hand, placed it on Brooklyn's forehead, muttered something reverently, and then held the candle down and slid down.

Then she took out another knife, held it in both hands, and knelt in front of the candle that had slid over Brooklyn's body, raised her hands high, closed her eyes reverently, and pressed the blade of the knife to her forehead, and muttered the words in her mouth.

At the end of some kind of shoe-like strange wind ritual, Evelyn placed the knife on the side of the candle, unscrewed the bottle, took out the rose petals, and carefully placed them one by one.

Brooklyn kept his mouth shut and remained silent the whole time. He felt as if he had become a sacrifice, being sacrificed to the gods by Evelyn.

The dim lights around complement the mysterious atmosphere.

"You are Hahn's opponent, the one who defeated Hahn. Kill you, and I'll get rid of Hahn once and for all. ”

It was only then that Evelyn answered Brooklyn's question.

"Only by killing you can I leave New York safely."

"Who told you?" Brooklyn asked cautiously.

"It!"

Evelyn laid down the petals, bowed down to the sword, and bowed reverently.

Brooklyn was dumbfounded.

"How did you find me?"

As soon as the words came out, Brooklyn had already thought of the answer.

"Chris told me."

Evelyn stood up and continued to arrange the petals.

She took the ceremony very seriously.

"Don't you want to save Chris?"

Brooklyn continued to probe and stared at Evelyn, observing her reaction.

Hearing Chris's name, Evelyn paused in her hand and picked up a small handful of petals to cover the Brooklyn straddle.

"Where are you going to start?"

Brooklyn continued to probe the truth.

"In your previous records, the treatment of women is from the lower body, and the treatment of others is to cut the throat."

"Which way are you going to do it to me?"

"Personally, I suggest following the female approach."

Brooklyn even began to make suggestions.

"The conditions for the formation of a fixed murder method are also very harsh, and you don't need to make an exception because of me."

"Once you make an exception, the threshold of excitement when you kill will rise again, and you'll have to explore new killing patterns."

"It's nowhere near as safe as a full-fledged killing model."

"You're likely to be exposed because of this."

Brooklyn honked a lot of horns, only for a sneer from Evelyn and a modified arrangement of belly petals.

"What's your relationship with Chris?"

Brooklyn didn't give up and continued to try.

He remembered clearly that Evelyn reacted to Chris's name.

She used to arrange it one by one, and after hearing the name Chris, she grabbed it directly.

"You like him?"

Brooklyn chattered.

"You met him through Hahn, right?"

"How did Hahn fool him?"

"Arrogant and ridiculous man."

Evelyn sneered at Brooklyn, her expression unconcealed her disgust.

"Chris's name coming out of your mouth is a kind of stain on him."

"I'm sorry, but what should I call him? Little C? Or is it a little S? ”

Evelyn didn't understand Brooklyn's humor and continued to put her head down and arrange the petals.

"It can't be Chris, who is using you to fool you, right?"

After a moment of silence, Brooklyn suddenly said.

……

……

NYPD Headquarters, Interrogation Room 1.

Prosecutor Ben Stone, Chris's assigned lawyer, Chris himself, David, and Commissioner Reagan all came together to witness Chris's signing of his name on the plea agreement.

The plea agreement stipulates that Chris must provide the location of the remaining hostages, and in return, the police will waive charges for second-degree murder instead of prosecuting him for organizing and participating in terrorist attacks.

To put it simply, by signing this plea agreement, Chris went from a death sentence to a maximum of 20 years.

Not only did Brooklyn not count the way the living fought the dead, he didn't even know whether Chris was dead or alive......

After signing, Ben Stone didn't want to stay any longer, put away the plea agreement, said goodbye to Director Reagan, and left in a hurry.

The purpose of his coming here was to assist the police in obtaining the location of the hostage, and to put it bluntly, he was a tool man.

Director Reagan sent Ben Stone away with a smile on his face, his face immediately drooping.

He turned back to the interrogation room, glanced at David and Chris, who were sitting speechless, and snorted.

"They're in the warehouse at 317 West Avenue."

There was no need for Director Reagan to speak, Chris took the initiative to explain

"But ......"

Director Regan's steps were stopped by Chris again.

"But what?"

"But, Boss, they're all dead."

Chris seemed to tilt his head slightly and didn't look directly at Director Reagan.

Director Reagan clenched his fists and turned to walk towards Chris.

"Boss ......"

David got up and hurriedly stopped.

Director Reagan stared at Chris, didn't look at David, and pushed him away.

"Chris!"

Director Reagan mentions Chris, calling his name through gritted teeth. Seeing that Chris was still laughing, Director Reagan was furious, and he didn't want to punch Chris in the stomach.

Chris subconsciously bent down, trying to protect his weak stomach, but was restrained by Director Regan's one hand.

The lawyer next to him stood in the corner, shivering, not even daring to catch his breath.

Director Regan's language seemed lacking, and he didn't say anything about Chris's betrayal and disgrace, nor did he express his anger at having failed his trust.

He was just silent, gasping for air, holding Chris in one hand and clenching his other into a fist, punching Chris in the stomach.

David stepped forward several times, but was dumped by Director Reagan.

Seeing that Chris couldn't stand anymore and relied on Director Reagan to carry it, David hurriedly went out and called his colleagues, and everyone separated the two of them.

"Get out of my police station!"

Director Regan, who was being held up by his subordinates, finally shouted out before going out.

“shameful！” [Note 1]

Director Reagan let out a roar of rage, like a wounded grizzly bear, and was carried away.

Chris was limp on the ground and was helped by the lawyer to climb a few times, but he didn't get up.

Seeing David coming over, Chris smiled at him, revealing his dyed pink teeth, which looked a little funny.

"Thank you."

Chris, who was helped back into his chair by David, thanked weakly, and his gaze passed over David and landed on the clock.

"The doctor will be here in a moment."

Chris waved his hand to show that he didn't care.

"Or let Dexter help you with it."

David made a joke and suddenly asked when he saw Chris laughing