Brooklyn did not announce an opening statement, but gave them plenty of time to announce that the trial would begin tomorrow morning.

As he was about to announce the adjournment, there was a sudden commotion in the plaintiff's bench that attracted everyone's attention.

A girl who was overgrown was crying in Christina's arms, and Christina slapped her on the back, glared viciously at the whistle-blowing dock, and whispered reassurance.

Other plaintiffs also gathered around and persuaded them. Louis was too busy to keep his client from being stupid, and continued to touch the judge's head, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the plaintiff's seat.

The jurors were very interested, craned their necks and looked out, and from time to time whispered to the left and right to exchange views.

Brooklyn rang the gavel and looked at Jason with a frown, asking for an explanation. He didn't speak, just stared silently.

Under the pressure of Brooklyn, Benjamin got up with a hesitant expression, and looked down at Christina and the oversized girl.

The oversized girl's nose was red from crying, and she suddenly stood up and sobbed

"I... We ask... Request... Application... Open hearings. Luis is an experienced lawyer who covers his clients' mouths before they can heckle again.

Skillful movements and accurate positioning.

"Reason." Brooklyn asked, glancing at the jury bench and staring at the oversized girl. The over-standard girl was stared at by him and didn't dare to raise her head, and her voice fell down again.

I didn't say a word for a long time.

"Your Excellency, Judge." Christina couldn't take it anymore, she stood up and learned what the lawyers called Brooklyn

"The damage they have done to us may not be repaired for a lifetime." This blonde and blue-eyed standard Federation girl exudes a confident glow all over her body, which is inexplicably attractive.

She held her head high and spoke eloquently in the face of Brooklyn's gaze.

"I don't think any man would want to marry a girl who played cards with twenty or thirty people in college and was videotaped."

"Once this is exposed, people will sympathize with us for what they have done to us, but soon those sympathies will disappear and people will forget what they have done to us, forget what we have been through, people will only remember ......" She paused, her white teeth biting her lower lip.

"People will only remember us playing cards with twenty or thirty people, and we were videotaped."

"We don't want to live in the shadow of this for the rest of our lives, this one is terrible."

"But we don't want the same thing to happen to anyone else!" Her eyes began to become determined, and her tone became short and powerful.

"We're going to expose this and let everyone know what they did! Also warn the other sisters and tell them, hey! If you are bullied, speak up! ”

"Hey! Sisters! It's not us who are at fault! They are the ones who did the wrong thing! It's the ones who bully you! Christina's words were unequivocal and uplifting.

The little girls around her clasped their hands tightly, put away their weak weeping, looked at each other, nodded together, and stood up to join Christina.

The jurors on the jury bench also cast admiring glances at Christina. Only Luis was flustered.

He was scrambling to gag his client's mouth. The simple-minded men were like bulls with red cloths, their blood gushing up, their eyes red, and they could scream at any moment and rush at the red cloths on the plaintiff's bench and tear them to pieces.

Brooklyn stared at Christina meaningfully for a moment. He found the little girl very interesting.

Her speech follows the fine tradition of first suppressing and then exalting, which is inspiring and easy to empathize with. Like now.

After she finished speaking, there were forty or fifty people in the courtroom, and only he, Jason, and Nelly were still sane.

Louis counts half. He's scrambling to gag to soothe his emotions.

"Defendant, do you agree to a public trial?" Brooklyn asked, turning his gaze to the dock. Louis covered the mouth of the coach and captain with both hands, and struggled to stand up.

"Huh? Your Excellency, we disagree! ”

"A public trial would put Ben in a storm of public opinion and be detrimental to the jurors' decision. Of course, I'm not questioning the fairness of the jury, but isn't a closed trial a good way to avoid that trouble? If the prosecution wants to achieve its goal, it can go public after the trial, or even appear on a TV show to tell the story. Brooklyn gave him a deep look and banged the gavel to dismiss the plaintiff's request.

……………… Inner court. Along the way, Bob and Ray get together to accuse the defendant. Both of them believed that the defendants were simply shameless and indecent and should be sent to the gallows to be hanged.

Nelly couldn't take it anymore holding on to the material.

"It would be nice if the eucalyptus was really as simple as we see it now." Bob and Ray stopped complaining and looked at Nelly in unison.

Nelly rolled her eyes, muttered a few words, and stepped on her high heels past the two of them to leave. The two looked at Brooklyn again.

"See what I'm doing?" Brooklyn shook her head.

"What does she mean?" Bob asked, pointing in the direction Nelly had left.

"Literally." Brooklyn didn't want to jump to conclusions and said perfunctorily. Sometimes no matter how much you jump to conclusions, it's not the same thing as saying it.

The act of 'speaking' is like making a decision, and once you say what you think in your heart, you can't help but look at the problem from the perspective of what you say.

Although he sympathized with the plaintiff, he did not forget his duty. Once he expresses his sympathy for the plaintiff, he can't help but favor the plaintiff in the later trials, as if to prove the correctness of what he said with practical actions.

"Are Peter Johnson's psychiatric results out?" Brooklyn asked, changing the subject.

Bob was a little dissatisfied, but he didn't forget his job, and ran out when he heard the words, and soon came back with an appraisal report.

Brooklyn opened the bag and flipped straight to the conclusion. Mentally normal! Mild acute psychological disorder.

"How's he doing now?" Brooklyn asked after a moment of thought

"Did you change your lawyer again?"

"No," Bob shook his head

"However, according to the reaction, he is not in good condition, and it is said that he was beaten by other prisoners, and he can't eat or sleep well." Ray frowned and spoke

"He's probably going to kill himself."

"Suicide?" Bob exclaimed

"Impossible, right?"

"According to him, his girlfriend is dead, his thought murderer is dead, his family is not close to him, and he has nothing to worry about in this world." After a moment's hesitation, he said again

"I've seen similar situations. No eating, drinking, ...... sleep," Brooklyn nodded in agreement. This kind of suspect he has seen.

This is a tendency to self-destruct. The suspects showed a weak will to survive during their detention, adopting an attitude of not eating, drinking, or sleeping, and when they found that this would only weaken themselves and fail to achieve their goals, they would choose to commit suicide at some point.

"Why?" Bob said he couldn't understand it, but no one answered his questions.

"Remind them to stop Peter Johnson from committing suicide." Brooklyn commanded. Bob staggered away.

Brooklyn began to look through the list of evidence to prepare for the subsequent trial. At noon, several people go to a Mexican restaurant for dinner, and Bob is still expressing sympathy for the girls, which causes Nelly to be dissatisfied.

"If you don't stare at Jessica for too long, maybe I'll believe it." Nelly pierced mercilessly.

Bob touched his nose with some embarrassment.

"Uh-oh!" Brooklyn put down his fork and shook his finger at Bob

"It is said that there is a cavernous body in the nose." The crowd burst out laughing. Bob simply broke the jar and broke it

"I'm just staring and what's wrong? If she doesn't like people looking at her, she can say it. I just don't look at it. The law doesn't say you can't read it. Nelly retorted

"The law doesn't stipulate that you can keep an eye on the little girl's murderous part." Bob disgruntled

"I just looked, and I didn't do anything. I'm close enough to be her father. ”

"Don't you men like that?" Nelly sneered, and she pinched her throat and shouted

“daddy！ eondaddy！！ Ray was cold with Bob and Brooklyn, and Bob bowed down.

Some of the more serious quarrels were easily resolved, the atmosphere at the dinner table was restored, and the four of them talked and laughed and ate quickly.

Brooklyn asked for a drink, and the four of them were chatting over a drink, and Ray suddenly poked Brooklyn. Looking in the direction Ray pointed, a Hispanic girl was leaning around a chubby young man with glasses and talking something.

"She came with him." Facing Brooklyn with a puzzled face, Ray whispered.

"She's asking him what he likes."

"How do you know?" Brooklyn asked, surprised. Ray shrugged and pointed to his lips

"Read it out." As she spoke, perhaps disturbed by the frequent glances in her eyes, the Latina girl glanced over and then got up to leave.

Ray put down his glass and asked with his eyes if he wanted to follow. Brooklyn shook her head. No matter who the Hispanic girl is, it can be solved in court tomorrow, and there is no need for Ray to stalk.

When it was discovered that someone might have deliberately approached the jurors, everyone lost interest in chatting and paid to return to the inner court.

In the afternoon, Court 9 convened a hearing on Peter Johnson's bail application. Peter Johnson did not apply for a closed hearing, and this is not a ban on observers.

In addition, the courtroom closed early on the 9th in the morning, which directly led to Brooklyn entering the courtroom with a picture of a sea of people.

There were almost three people in every two seats in the auditorium, and the aisles were full of people, with long guns and short cannons lined up, all aimed in front of them.

This posture spread all the way through the doorway to the corridor outside.

"No more than three people per media outlet should be left." Brooklyn frowned and pointed to a pile of A reporters in the east and west

"Did you move the studio to my courtroom?" Person A was not annoyed, and smiled at Brooklyn, and the group of reporters on the east side quickly packed up their equipment and turned to leave.

With A taking the lead, several other media outlets also reluctantly got up and left.

"Let people leave on their own, don't block the door." Brooklyn said again. There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly warm.

Brooklyn sat in his chair and waited for the personnel to retreat. He couldn't help but glance in the direction where Reporter A was.

A has always behaved well in front of him, they don't ask questions about the mentally handicapped, they don't deliberately guide public opinion, they follow the rules, and they do what they have to do.

Most importantly, they spoke for him many times. The scene of a leading lead and leaving at the order was still in front of me.

It's hard for such a media outlet not to have a good impression of him. The reporter who stayed behind noticed that Brooklyn was staring at him, raised his head and smiled back with a frank smile.

Brooklyn looked stunned and sounded the gavel. Ray closed the door, blocking out the noise.

Order has finally been restored in the courtroom. The prosecution and defense parties and their lawyers were questioned in turn, and after receiving a positive answer, they began to inquire about bail.

"Now consider defendant Peter Johnson's bail request. What is the prosecution's opinion? Anne Aldington stood up, cold and proud, like an unattainable swan.

"Your Excellency, I don't think bail should be granted......" Brooklyn looked at Anne Aldington distractedly.

The last time he spoke to Ben Stone on the phone was to complain to him about Anne Aldington. Now that Ben is gone, Anne Aldington is still proud and cold.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like it was just yesterday.

“…… There are serious tendencies to endanger public safety, and there have been many injuries to others, and the defendant has had as many as 8 conflicts with people while in custody, including his defense lawyer, and we suspect that the defendant has serious violent tendencies and should not be released on bail. "Decent speech.

Brooklyn gave an assessment and turned to look at Quint Elliott.

"We agreed to waive bail, but we wanted a different environment." Quint Elliott replied in surprise as soon as he opened his mouth.

"My client has not been convicted and should not be held at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York, and even if there is no spare space in the temporary detention cell, my client should be in the Brooklyn Detention Center." The Metropolitan Correctional Center is where felons are kept, and the Brooklyn Detention Center is where minor offenders or temporary detention are kept.

For example, the head of a public interest organization sent to detention in Brooklyn, and the suspect who was not allowed bail while the court was pending or the trial was pending, should theoretically be held in the Brooklyn detention center.

"Yes." Brooklyn gave the verdict directly.

"Also, Your Excellency, I would like to apply for another psychiatric evaluation." Brooklyn shook her head and dismissed the application, with a word of caution

"The results of the second evaluation were marked with a slight acute psychological disorder. You should be clear about what that means. After reminding him, Brooklyn bowed his head and marked the date on the indictment, rang the gavel and announced

After consideration, the court decided not to grant bail after finding that there was a possibility that Peter Johnson might continue to endanger public safety. Peter Johnson will remain in custody, but he is a suspect who has not yet been convicted, is not a prisoner, and should not be held at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York. During the trial, Peter Johnson will be transferred to a temporary residence unit at the Brooklyn Detention Center. ”duangduang！

"The prosecution and defense are requested to submit their lists of evidence by 5 p.m. on April 6, 2018, and the jury selection will begin at 2:10 p.m. on April 9. The follow-up court session will be notified separately. Please note that if either party fails to show up on time without prior notice to the court for an adjournment, the non-present party will be judged to have lost the case. ”