"The only difference between Judge Brooklyn Lee and them is that he made no secret of it, and he made what he thought was right."

"The criteria for the division of property have never been uniform, and it is the freedom of the judge how to divide it and on what basis."

"In the past, judges used to use the private morality of the husband and wife as the criterion for separation, but now the Brooklyn judge has just changed the standard. This is entirely within the permissible degrees of freedom. What we are going to discuss is the impact of such cases on society, which can lead some people to think that ......"

"How? Any thoughts? Michael asked.

"How? Any thoughts? An old man with gray hair asked, "Comrades, can you speak freely." ”

In an eight-story building on West 23rd Street in Manhattan, New York, a meeting is taking place. [Note 1]

There were only a dozen people in attendance, both men and women, most of them in their fifties and sixties, and only three or two were young people in their thirties.

The venue was also very simple, with no warm air conditioning, no convex and backward secretaries, only old tables and chairs, and a pulsing projector.

"Chairman, what do you think?"

An old man in an old-fashioned blue suit shouted loudly.

"This kid has been on TV all over the last day."

Riley Crewe leaned on crutches, moved to a chair and sat down, took a sip of water, and smiled

"I think this kid is very good, lately the mad dogs have been chasing harder and tighter, and I'm getting old......"

"What do you mean!"

"It's not interesting." Riley shook his head, "Another branch was wiped out by that group of maned dogs, and the comrades suffered heavy casualties. I don't want to go on like this. ”

"I said I should have done it with them! That's a pack of hungry wolves! If you don't fight them, they'll bite and hold on! ”

Speaking of this, the loud old man seemed to be a little resentful and shouted angrily.

Riley ignored him and continued

"You can't do it that way......"

"There is no bloodshed!" The loud voice said again.

"Comrade Riley Crewe, have you thought about it?" Riley stared at his son solemnly, and his tone became stern, "The blood of the comrades is drained, what's the point?" Who will remember us? Remember it! ”

Riley banged on the table excitedly, pointing to the corner.

In a dark corner, a faded flag lay quietly, reeking of rotten mustiness.

………………

"No idea"

Brooklyn sat on the couch and felt that Michael was idle.

"Let them discuss it, if the Judicial Conduct Commission initiates an investigation into me, I will be investigated, just in time to get out of those two garbage cases and take a break."

"I took a three-month break last year, and I felt quite comfortable!"

As he spoke, Brooklyn stretched.

"It's beautiful to think about."

Michael rolled his eyes and snapped the computer screen back, typing at the keyboard

"You are the face of the E.D.N.Y, and the court will settle this matter for you."

"Don't!"

Brooklyn hurriedly got up.

"How good is that!"

"Since this matter is 'so troublesome', why don't I solve it myself! I won't bother with the courts. ”

Brooklyn humbly conceded, biting the words 'so troublesome' very hard.

"I don't take advantage of you." Michael gave him a blank look and continued to look down on the keyboard.

"It's the meaning of the Second Circuit."

"A judge looked at your trial transcript and expressed his support for you."

Brooklyn nodded, as if he didn't understand.

"How's your development with Ruby?"

He asked.

Michael's keystrokes pause for a moment, and the crackling sound continues.

"I've eaten, watched movies, visited her son, kissed, hugged, hugged, and played cards."

"What? What is the Brooklyn Detective looking for? ”

"It's so old, you haven't even played cards with her?!!"

Brooklyn exclaimed.

"I thought you were all past the sweet love period and entered the cold period of breakup."

"What the hell do you think? Do you really want to marry her? ”

As he spoke, Brooklyn leaned in and asked.

"Do you have an issue with her?"

Michael paused again, tilting his head and asking.

It's very, very, very impolite to talk about a friend's girlfriend, not just in the Federation, but everywhere in the world.

Brooklyn thought for a moment and shook his head.

He thinks that Michael's friend is not bad, a reliable and useful tool, and he doesn't want to lose him for the time being.

"By the way, do you remember Eugene?"

Seeing Brooklyn's puzzled face, Michael prompted

"Ruby's son, Eugene. The teenager you sentenced to prison. ”

"Be careful when you speak, that's not what I judged, it was your predecessor."

Brooklyn corrected dissatisfied.

"Okay, ok!" Michael raised his hand and continued, "But you dismissed the lawsuit and dragged Eugene in, have you thought about it?" ”

"What have you thought about?"

"Nothing. You should go back, or Bob from your court will be knocking on doors again. ”

Michael shook his head and pointed to the door.

"Okay," Brooklyn got up and said goodbye, walked to the door and paused again, "You go and say to the old man who is on the second circuit, thank you for his kindness, but this is my own business, and it has nothing to do with him." ”

Back in the office, Brooklyn turned on his computer, logged into the social software he hadn't logged in for a long time, and began typing.

"The law is the lowest standard of human morality, not the highest, and people should pursue their own morality."

After ACN, the accompanying picture quoted a cover picture posted by ACN of him standing in front of a table, his upper body twisted ninety degrees, holding Orn in one hand, lying on his shoulder and falling asleep quietly, and picking up the gavel with the other.

Here is a photo taken by an ACN correspondent.

This photo has been quoted by many media, and some print media even used this photo as the front page of the plate.

As soon as I was done with this, I saw Bob rush in in a rage.

"Thank goodness! So you're here! ”

With that, Bob put down the document bag in his hand, grabbed the robe and put it on Brooklyn, pushed Brooklyn and walked out.

"God! It's 2 o'clock! Where did you go! ”

"Let's go! It's waiting for you! ”

………………

January 4, 2018.

Ben Stone came to court on behalf of the District Attorney's Office to formally apply for a subpoena against Emma Gilson.

The next day, January 5 RB Stone reappeared in court, and the application for a summons was replaced by an application for an arrest warrant.

The judge on duty issued it happily.

Two hours later, a representative from the child rights organization appeared in the judge's office, accompanied by a lawyer.

At the same time, the outside march continued.

At noon, the judge on duty withdrew the arrest warrant and replaced it with a summons.

That evening, near the end of the day, the judge on duty was taken away by the Judicial Conduct Committee, and the judge on duty was replaced.

Brooklyn sat in his office, quietly watching through the crack in the door as the judge on duty was taken away, silently putting away the file, and getting up to leave.

Early in the morning on January 11, Bob retrieved an indictment.

Emma Gilson Arson, Case No. 017-EDNY09-085.

At this point, Emma's case was officially accepted by the court and referred to Judge Brooklyn Lee in Court No. 9.

Brooklyn signed the receipt, took a deep breath, opened the indictment, and read it carefully.