Tom was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he didn't know where to start.

He looked down and asked tentatively, "I ask for evidence No. 3 and No. 4?" ”

Brooklyn was expressionless, and gave the snickering Bob a look to restrain him.

"Reason."

Tom thought for a moment and said, "Does it prove that my client is not enough to set fire for revenge?" ”

Brooklyn looked down at the list of evidence, Evidence No. 3 for the defense, the clothes Monrika Russell was wearing that day, Evidence No. 4, a laundry bill.

Procedurally, as long as the lawyer gives sufficient reasons to explain that it is relevant to the case, even if it is a piece of, the judge can grant the request.

But Brooklyn wondered if the defendant's request for the dress would have helped the jury's verdict in any clear way.

The clothes were quickly brought up in the evidence bag, a pure white thick coat, which did not look pretty, but fortunately its owner had a pair of skillful hands, and cartoon patterns were painted on it, making the monotonous coat bells and whistles.

The garment is unfolded, and irregular circles can be seen on the front placket.

That's what remains after the grease is sputtered.

"This dress was worn by my client when he ate at the GOOD fast food restaurant in the morning."

Tom introduced, carrying his clothes

"These stains are the remnants of the balloon explosion splash in the footage just now."

"There's also a bill from the laundry."

He put down his clothes and picked up another bag of evidence.

"The note states that the time is 13:28 on December 24, 2017. Laundry, $2. ”

"After leaving the GOOD fast food restaurant, my client sent my clothes to the laundry to be washed. Combined with the fact that my client stopped his companion from beating the boss in the video, it can be seen that my client has no grudge against the GOOD fast food restaurant. ”

When Tom finally finished, Brooklyn looked at Jerry.

"Do you have anything to add to evidence Nos. 3 and 4 submitted by the defense?"

Jerry nodded and walked over to the jury.

"This can only prove that the defendant did wash his clothes, prove that the defendant and his party did have an argument with the owner of the GOOD store in the morning, and cannot prove that the defendant has no grudge against the GOOD fast food restaurant, let alone prove that the defendant will not retaliate against the fast food restaurant."

"Maybe the defendant was even more angry when he found out that the price of the laundry was as high as $2?"

Brooklyn lowered his head, feeling that these two people were worthy of the names of Tom and Jerry.

………………

The first day of the Monrika arson trial passed without any new ideas.

As expected, Tom and Jerry were exposed by the boring media and became the top names of the major TV stations in the evening news of the day.

The host all complained about Tom and Jerry's rookie pecking each other.

ACN TV directly edited a large segment of the performance of the two on the day, and every time the two presented evidence, a Brooklyn reaction would be inserted, and then the reaction of the auditorium would be cut.

Every time the two of them present the evidence, the picture will change to Brooklyn's sleepy image, and when the statement is finished, it will be cut into the auditorium, which will be dangled in a circle, and finally fixed on Brooklyn's face.

I saw Brooklyn on TV holding his chin in one hand and a pen in the other, his eyes half-open and half-closed, with a 'finished?' ''What was said'' question mark emoji.

"Our supernova was clearly not happy with the performance of the two lawyers." The host smiled on his face, but his mouth was merciless, "He should be thinking about what he did wrong at this time, and God wants to punish him like this"

"I think our supernova is eager to rush off the judge's seat at this moment, take off his robes, and play two corners for each of them, and complete the cross-examination of evidence for them."

Brooklyn was watching with relish when David walked over and muted the TV.

After the apartment building burned down, Brooklyn moved to David's house for a while.

The pay to be a lawyer is not low, but the former Brooklyn spent most of his money, and although he still had money in his bank account, it was not enough to buy a property in New York.

It was not easy to find a rental house for a while, and Brooklyn didn't want to continue renting, so he simply moved to David's house for a while.

"Where's Ray?"

Brooklyn took the beer from David, shifted his gaze from the TV to David's face, and asked.

"I don't know, since he started training as a bailiff, he has been secretive."

David was busy with the college student suicide case some time ago, and he didn't have time to go home at all, but now the college student suicide case has been happening for a long time, and the useful clues are almost zero.

"How's it going on your side?"

Brooklyn pointed to the television, which was showing a speech by a child advocacy group, in the background of the E.D.N.Y.

"Monrika, the lawyers on both sides are rookies, and I have tried my best to speed up, but at the end of the day today, I haven't talked about a single core issue. On the contrary, on the periphery, the two sides reached an agreement. ”

"Emma, that's just entered the stage of submitting the list of evidence. The defendant held concerts every day, and it is estimated that there will be a lot of resistance after the trial. ”

"The college student suicide case has become an unsolved case again?"

David nodded, sighed, and took a long sip of his beer in frustration.

"There are no traces of other people's existence at the scene of the crime, there is no murder weapon, there is no surveillance, and even the suicide note has been prepared for them, and it is still printed."

Complaining, David turned on his phone and flipped out the photo to show Brooklyn.

"The bureau invited experts to do an appraisal, and the choice of words and sentences is very in line with their habits, and it is preliminarily determined that they wrote it themselves."

"Then why do you still think he killed him?"

Brooklyn looked at it and found that the suicide note was written in a very regular manner, with a beginning and an end, so he asked with a smile

"Who committed suicide and wrote a suicide note on a computer, wrote it on a computer, and printed it out?"

David rolled his eyes, dissatisfied with Brooklyn's knowingly questioning, and snatched his phone back.

"It's better to say that the suicide note is written for us to see. This is a provocation by the murderer against us. ”

"Have you checked the paper?"

"I checked it, it's a large paper mill that supplies almost half of New York's paper market, and most of the government. There is no way to find out. ”

"Didn't you say there was a witness?"

"As I told you last time, the testimony of the witnesses turned out to be false. He himself admitted it, just trying to create a gimmick and take advantage of the limelight. ”

"What's so showy about this?" Brooklyn said she didn't understand.

"I don't know." David shook his head, equally incomprehensible.

"In short, it has been almost a month since the incident, and everyone knows that they were homicides, but all the evidence indicates that they committed suicide."

Brooklyn shrugged and said he couldn't help himself. He could only comfort, "Wait a little longer." If he really killed him, the murderer would definitely not be able to bear it and would commit the crime again. ”

It is impossible to know whether Brooklyn's reassuring words are right or wrong, but the next day David receives a new case.

The son of Federal Court Judge Riley Crewe, Riley Crewe II, was killed in the street, and the preliminary judgment was that the death was innocent in a gang shootout.

The incident quickly swept through the judicial community in New York and spread throughout New York.

Brooklyn sat in his office, watching the aging Riley Crewe on the computer screen purse his lips tightly, and he was very embarrassed as he squeezed through the crowd and got into the car trembling with the help of others.

Riley Crewe is in his eighties, and his son Riley Crewe Jr. is also in his fifties. The father and son have a tacit understanding, and the two have long been more than just father and son over the years.

"Mr. Brooklyn, I must remind you that we have three minutes to go to court."

Bob reminded from the side

"If we don't leave, we're going to be late."

Brooklyn closed the page, got up, changed into his robes, and hurried toward the courtroom.

"Do you think they can get to the core today?"

On the way, Brooklyn asked.

"God knows."

When it comes to Tom and Jerry, Bob also has a headache.