Dexter drove to the beach, emptied the stuffed trunk, loaded the boat with the clothes in the back seat, and set the boat off to sea.

The sea breeze blew through him, and his mind gradually cleared. Brooklyn's words kept echoing in his ears.

Lying, smirking, micro-expressions, psychology, vital signs, positioning systems, fatalism, reincarnation, religion...... The words were mixed together, filling his slightly sober mind again.

He arrived in a state of dizziness. Dexter shook his head vigorously and threw all the words out, only to find that there was only one sentence left in his mind - he got it!

He got it!! Dexter stood up in horror. He regretted it! I regret letting Brooklyn go!

What about judges? What about the just, innocent judges? He found me! He knows my secrets!

Will he call the police? Dexter begins to fantasize about his former colleagues, armed and holding guns around him.

Du~~~~ A melodious whistle can be heard in the distance, pulling Dexter back from fantasy to reality. He shook his head a few times, turned off the engine, moved the plastic bags, and threw them into the ocean.

The black plastic bag quickly sank to the bottom, submerging under the deep blue water. After everything was cleaned up, Dexter sat on the boat for a while, started the engine, and turned around and returned to shore.

Back at home, closing the door, taking off his clothes as he went, and discarding them on the floor, he couldn't wait to get into the bathroom and wash himself.

After taking a shower, Dexter, who was wearing a bathrobe, picked up his coat, took out three slides from his pocket and looked at the light, the corners of his mouth curled.

He buckled down the ventilation duct cover with his feet and reached in to find a delicate wooden box. Holding the wooden box nestled in the sofa, Dexter pressed the lock and opened the wooden box, revealing a dense half of the glass slides.

He looked obsessively at the thirty or forty sets of glass slides in the box, his fingers brushing lightly over them, as if caressing the skin of a lover.

Inserting the new three tablets, Dexter held the wooden box and smiled relaxed as he looked at the cross-section of the slide reflecting the emerald green color in the light.

This time, it's a smile from the heart. Admiring his trophy, Dexter closed the wooden box, put it back in the ventilation duct, closed the cover, and turned around, frozen in place.

The cuffs of his jacket on the couch were stained with blood. At this moment, the salty, wet and slightly cool sea breeze blew through the vent, and Dexter only felt a chill on his back, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

…………………… Brooklyn was also breaking out in a cold sweat. He had already run five kilometers, sweating profusely, and confronting a bloodthirsty murderous demon, procrastinating, with his back against a cold lamppost.

Until Ray arrived. At this time, he was sitting in the passenger seat, like a puddle of mud, slumped there.

"You're saying he's a serial killer?" Ray wondered as he drove. Brooklyn had just told Ray how he met Dexter and his guesses.

Brooklyn slumped there, squeezing one out of his nose

"Hmm" come.

"He was carrying the body of the deceased in his car, and you hit him?" Ray continued to ask. He thought it was an exaggeration.

This plot, ABC's screenwriters don't dare to make it up like this, and Stan Lee of Marvel Comics has to bow down.

How could it be such a coincidence? When he followed Brooklyn all day, it was calm and there was nothing going on.

As soon as he left, something happened immediately. It's a coincidence that his mother opened the door to his coincidental brother, and he arrived home by coincidence!

"I need to get some exercise." Brooklyn slumped lazily there

"From now on, take an hour out every night and train me! At least allow me to escape. The corners of Ray's mouth twitched.

An hour? You're thinking about eating peacefully!

"I can't be mistaken." Seeing that Lei didn't believe it, Brooklyn adjusted his posture and spoke

"From the first time I saw him in court, I could feel that he was the opposite of what he looked like on the inside."

"I don't know why he killed people or what he went through, but there is a deep darkness lurking inside him."

"Darker than Hahn?" Ray asked playfully.

"Darker than Hahn." Brooklyn nodded solemnly.

"And what are you going to do?" Having arrived home while talking, Ray stopped the car and turned his head to ask

"He didn't do anything to you."

"Even if he wants to kill you, but he just thinks that David doesn't have a magical machine to probe people's thoughts." Seeing Brooklyn bow his head in contemplation, Ray unbuckled his seat belt

"Stay at home at night, and go out for a night run with you when I come back."

"Nope." Brooklyn looked up, unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car

"We inform David." He reached for the key and said as he unlocked it

"David was at the police station with him. Enough to stare at him until a flaw is revealed. And he should have realized that I had discovered his secret. He should come to me soon. ”

"So?" Ray asked cooperatively

"So don't you investigate Taylor tomorrow, we'll wait for him at home." Ray pursed his lips and hesitated

"But I made an appointment with Taylor, tomorrow."

"Why don't you call David?" Brooklyn didn't speak, standing in the doorway staring at Ray. Brooklyn hasn't been very peaceful lately, Brooklyn, stay safe.

Winston's words rang in his ears. He was staring at Ray at the time. What did he know? Ray was stared at by Brooklyn and said stiffly

"Okay, I'll call Taylor right now, and we'll make another appointment. I'll stay at home with you tomorrow. Brooklyn nodded, patted Ray on the shoulder, and said earnestly

"Brooklyn hasn't been very peaceful lately, Ray, we all have to pay attention to safety."

"It's dangerous to be like me today." Ray stiffened slightly, but when he looked up, he saw that Brooklyn had already walked into the house and gone upstairs to take a shower.

Ray pursed his lips, puzzled. Blue got it? Or is he tempting me? Should I tell him?

The Chairman said that he was very optimistic about Blue, and that he wanted to find a good time to contact Blue, but now was a good time? Lei's thoughts were chaotic, and he closed the door and went upstairs with a heavy heart, and walked into the gun room.

He closed the door, turned on the dim lamp, and took out three guns from his armpits, waist, and thighs, and placed them on the table at a time, and then took out five daggers of different shapes from his body and placed them neatly.

He took out a few empty magazines from his pocket, opened the cabinet and pulled out a box of bullets, pressing the bullets into them one by one.

He loved the process, he could be nothing when he pressed the bullet, and with the mechanical sound of clicking, his heart could be calmed and at peace.

After pressing the bullets, disassembling and maintaining, reassembling them, and repeatedly pistols a few times to confirm that they were in good condition and smooth, Ray hung them back on his body, turned off the lights, and walked out of the gun room.

……………… Thursday, March 29. Brooklyn is in a good mood. He felt like he was on the cards.

Dexter's eyes have revealed all his secrets. He's not the kind of crazy killer who gets lost in the killing, he's sane and has his own set of rules for the game, which are different from those of secular society.

He's still struggling with the madness that comes with killing! People who are struggling are the best to deal with. So Brooklyn felt like she had a win.

On the way to work, he called David, focusing on what happened last night, and combined with speculation, David was startled, and almost rushed to the dissection room without hesitation, and beat Dexter violently.

This made Brooklyn feel very relieved, and glanced at Ray in the passenger seat with a slight disgust.

"What do you see me doing?" Ray understood the meaning in his eyes, and was a little speechless.

"What did Ray do?" David's voice came from the phone, a little irritable.

"Where did he go? Just let yourself out? It's too dangerous! ”

"I'm going to help him investigate......" Ray tried to explain, but unfortunately David didn't listen to him at all.

"Oh my God! Come on, think about it, Ray, think about it, if there was a little accident last night and Blue was killed on the side of the road, think about it, Ray. ”

"We're sitting at home right now, and we can't even participate in the investigation because of the avoidance principle. And Blue, he's being dissected by the guy who killed him. Ha! Ha! Think about it. ”

"Dexter doesn't have to be a killer." Ray argued

"Maybe he just happened to have something ......"

"Do you believe it?" David asked. Ray stopped talking.

"The three of us have a clear division of labor since we were children, and you are not the one who uses your brains, Ray. Blue is. David said

"We escaped from the orphanage with unconditional trust. So I believe in Blue. Ray, do you still believe it? ”

"Alright, David." Seeing that the conversation began to develop in a more serious direction, Brooklyn hurriedly spoke up

"You don't have to worry, I have my own plan with Ray, you just need to keep an eye on him at the police station."

"There is no need to deliberately stare at it, the problem now is that we don't have evidence of his murder, and you are mainly staring at the evidence of his murder at the police station." ………………………… Brooklyn intends to hear only two cases today, and the rest of the time is spent reviewing precedents.

Brooklyn was also a little nervous about the bombing of the Baruch College cafeteria, and he had to find enough precedents, study their differences and commonalities, consider all aspects that the prosecution and defense might mention, and prepare in advance to ensure the fairness and smoothness of the trial.

The Confederation is a case law country. Many of them do not have a corresponding statutory law. Judicial officers can only look for several similar precedents from previous precedents, select the most similar precedents, or consider several precedents to make a ruling.

What if there is no precedent? That's trouble. There is no precedent in the federal legislative, equivalent to the legislation of a statute law country.

It is possible to report directly to the Supreme People's Court, discuss it by the nine justices, and only after a vote in the Senate can there be a result.

The whole process can take a long time. Fortunately, the bombing of the cafeteria at Baruch College is not new. By the time he returned to the inner court after the trial, Bob had already placed the case file on his desk.

Before the trial, Brooklyn asked Bob to find a precedent, and the judge's assistant was made a cameo by Ray. The first case was the school shooting.

The gunman was attacked by the school teacher, because he was dissatisfied with the school arrangement, the students were too naughty, and the family was not harmonious, all kinds of difficulties rushed together, causing the gunman to buy a pistol, rush into the classroom and kill indiscriminately.

The gunman was eventually sentenced to death. The gunman pleaded guilty directly during the plea at the hearing, pleading guilty in court.

After the judge's verdict, the gunman waived his right to appeal. Judge Ben fought for the gunman, but the gunman was bent on death.

This is a far cry from the bombing of the Barruch College cafeteria. Brooklyn only skimmed through it and simply excluded the first precedent.

The second precedent, also a school explosion, occurred in a high school. In order to attract the attention of the students and increase their interest, the chemistry teacher demonstrated a small experiment in the class, which amazed the students.

Members of a study group at the school thought the little experiment in chemistry class was cool, but the chemicals used in the experiment were controlled drugs that could not be bought outside, and the only way to get them came from the laboratory, the key to which was kept by the chemistry teacher.

[Note 1] The members of the study group stole the key to the laboratory and secretly obtained the medicine. Agitated members of the study group failed to control the dosage and an explosion occurred, killing one group member and seriously injuring another.

The judge sentenced the chemistry teacher to three years in prison and sent the remaining students to a juvenile detention center for illegal possession of contraband.

Again, this example is not very referential. Brooklyn noted, however, that several students in the eucalyptus case had been convicted of illegal possession of contraband.

He flipped through the indictment and found that according to the test results of the explosive residue attached to the police, there were no controlled drugs in it.

The third case is a KB attack on eucalyptus. A frenzied KB element made a bomb and exploded everywhere in crowded areas such as subway stations, shopping malls, and stadiums.

The purpose is simply to like to explode. The case was accompanied by a psychological assessment of the offender, which revealed that he had a distinctly antisocial personality.

As in the first case, the offender pleaded guilty at the hearing, but he was not sorry for what he had done.

The final verdict handed down by the judge was that the nursing home should be treated with a lifetime ban on leaving the nursing home, and strictly required that all visitors must have a permission order issued by the court, otherwise the visit is strictly prohibited.

The reason given by the judge was that the antisocial personality prompted the offender to commit a crime, which is a mental illness, but the antisocial personality cannot be treated at this stage.

The bombing of the KB attack is not only the fault of the offender, but also the fault of the antisocial personality. Brooklyn felt that the precedent bears a strong resemblance to the Baruch College cafeteria bombing, but he does not approve of the final verdict of the precedent.

Leaving this precedent out of the way, Brooklyn moved on. Time passed slowly, and one precedent after another was flipped through.

By the time the end of the day, Brooklyn had already read most of it, and during that time Bob brought a dozen more.

He's going to take it home and see it. Brooklyn summarized these precedents and found that similar bombings were based on the attitude of the suspect.

On the premise that the suspect does not have the ability to judge and reduce the defense, the suspect shows remorse, the sentence is usually set at 15 years, and if the circumstances are serious, it is set at 25 years.

If the suspect does not show remorse, or even shows emotions such as pleasure or enjoyment, it is usually indefinite, and if the circumstances are serious, the death penalty is given.

Moreover, the death penalty for such suspects is very easy to apply for, and the review process is fast, often concluded within a month and carried out within two months.

The charges for such crimes vary from endangering public safety, intentional homicide, illegal possession of weapons, and organizing and planning KB activities.

Regardless of the fancy charges charged, the verdict is ultimately directed at the suspect's threat to the lives of others.

In other words, the severity of the final judgment mainly depends on the degree to which the suspect's behavior threatens the lives and safety of others, as well as the suspect's cognition of the criminal behavior.

These two points directly determine the penalty scale. In all cases, judges do not take into account the many fancy charges charged by the prosecution, nor do they simply add up the sentences after the jury finds that the prosecution has convicted of all the charges.

Summing this up, Brooklyn also has a great deal of confidence in the bombing of the Baruk College cafeteria.

In this book, he only needs to focus on two points: the extent of Peter Johnson's use of the bomb, and Peter Johnson's attitude towards the victims.