There was a crackdown in Brooklyn, and Dona didn't dare to speak out against it.

Wood Ward was well prepared, he turned and took out a stack of cardboard from his bag, lined them up one by one, and the cardboard was full of backs.

"Can you identify which back is most similar to what you saw that night?"

Wood, with Owen's permission, lifted the cardboard one by one.

Soon, Owen hit one of them.

Wood Ward showed the jury the piece of cardboard that Owen was referring to, then turned back to the audience.

People who have seen the cardboard talk a lot and whisper to the people around them.

Brooklyn was a little itchy and wanted to see how similar the back on the cardboard was to Emma.

Yet Wood Ward was like against him, showing it to the jury, to the auditorium, and even to the defendant's dock to show the defendant, but not to him.

"Could you please ask Ms. Emma Gilson to stand up and take a spin?"

Wood Ward's voice was soft, gentlemanly, but Donna wanted to pull his tongue out.

"Judge!" Donna got up and shouted under the pressure of Brooklyn's eyes, "I'm asking for an adjournment." ”

"The last time you called for an adjournment was 47 minutes ago." Brooklyn didn't let her go: "Do you guys have any problems?" ”

"I needed a reason that would convince me."

"It doesn't seem so."

"Accused, Emma Gilson, please stand up and turn around slowly. Make sure the jury can see your back. ”

Emma Gilson looked up at Dona with an unusual expression.

Donna sighed and shook her head slightly.

Emma Gilson broke the jar and stumbled to her feet, slowly turning.

The jurors craned their necks and contrasted Emma Gilson's back with the cardboard Wood Ward was holding in his hand.

Brooklyn finally saw it.

To be fair and objective, there are only three to four percent similarities between the two. If he sent the cardboard to someone who had never seen Emma Gilson, he would never see that it was Emma Gilson's back.

Brooklyn gave Wood Ward a surprised look.

He had never used this technique to guide a jury before.

That wasn't what he had in mind.

"He belongs to you."

Wood Ward showed that enough was enough, put the cardboard away, and gracefully reached out to return to the plaintiff's seat.

Donna got up, her heels clattering, and trotted over to the witness stand.

"Owen, I've done a survey on you, and you have a history of sucking, right?"

Dona asked out loud, almost impatiently.

She saw the looks of the jury members just now, and that was not a good thing. She must help the jury break out of the stereotypes formed in their minds as soon as possible and establish new 'stereotypes'.

“Objection！”

Wood Ward made a rare move to raise his objection.

"Nothing to do with this case!"

"The objection is invalid." Brooklyn frowned and ruling, "I also want to know the answer to this question." ”

Just like some people don't like, some people don't like the opposite sex, some people don't like the same kind of people, and some people don't like different skin tones, Brooklyn also doesn't like it, and one of them is sucking d.

This is easily known to the outside world.

"I used to be, but I've quit, I ......"

Owen explained anxiously, glancing at Brooklyn as he explained.

Obviously, before testifying in court, the prosecution had given targeted advice.

"You used to be an editor at Marvel Comics, but you were fired because of your snort. In just one year, your wife has left you, your parents have abandoned you, your friends and colleagues have also left you, and they treat you like monsters.

You've gone from a well-known editor earning hundreds of thousands of dollars a year to a janitor, right? ”

“Objection！！”

"The other party is pestering the witnesses!"

"Or I'll put it another way," Dona said without waiting for Brooklyn's ruling, "Do you dare to swear by your son that after you quit d, you never sucked d?" ”

Owen was silent.

"Did you really rest in the hallway that night because you were tired, or was it because you were sucking?"

"I didn't!"

Owen raised his head and hurriedly argued

"I... I really didn't suck D that day. I swear, I swear I really didn't that day. I've quit a long time ago. I didn't suck D that day. I really saw it. ”

Brooklyn's face was expressionless, the jury whispered and pointed at Irving, and his own voice was getting lower and lower, only Wood Ward was still insisting.

“Inflammatory！” [Note 1]

"I'm done."

After Dona finished speaking, she turned around in a dashing manner.

She made a beautiful turnaround.

"Owen, you can leave the courtroom."

"Defendant, you can continue to present evidence."

"We apply for an adjournment." "We have an important piece of new evidence that has been left behind," Dona said. ”

………………

Conversation room.

"How did you know he sucked d?"

Nora asked.

"Instead of caring about this, let's care about what we're going to do next."

Donna said without looking up, flipping through the evidence book.

Eventually, though, she gave the answer.

"I've seen his reports. I used to love the comics he draws. ”

………………

in the hallway.

Wood Waldra led Owen into the corner and comforted him softly.

The scars that Owen had hidden in his heart for many years were revealed, and the whole person was very depressed.

Inner court.

Brooklyn called Bob in and motioned for him to close the office door.

"Are you racist?"

Bob was closing the door, and Brooklyn startled him with the first words he said.

“NO！！ I swear I didn't! ”

Bob quickly turned around, raised his hand and said in denial.

"So what did you just do with the cover of the Bible over and over again? Not because Owen touched it? ”

Brooklyn asked.

Bob was a devout Christian, and after the Bible arrived in his hand, he took great care of it, and every time he needed to carry it to court, he would recite a prayer to it.

"Boss, he's on drugs! Who knows what he has on his hands! Bob breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "We should have a pair of gloves for the witnesses, some people are destined to go to hell and don't swear by the Bible at all." ”

"How do you know he's on drugs?"

"I've seen his reports." Bob rolled over and closed the door, sat down on the couch by himself, hugged the Bible and said, "My son loves his comics, he is very talented, he is very popular, Marvel Comics also values him, but everything is ruined by himself." ”

It was he who could not resist the temptation of the devil. He deserves hell. ”

"This kind of person shouldn't be in court."

"Seriously, we should give gloves to witnesses or ask them to bring their own gloves......"