That night, Ray didn't go out. After eating, Brooklyn returned to the study on the second floor to read through the case file to confirm his thinking, and took notes by the way, while Ray ran to the gun room on the third floor to tinker with it.

Brooklyn hadn't set foot on the third floor since they moved in, and as they had said before, the third floor was the gun room, Gui Lei.

Originally, Ray was going to call Brooklyn to work out, but was told by Brooklyn to 'what if he comes in while he is exercising?'

Either forget it first, and then say it when the trouble is solved' for the reason of refusal. Ray looked at Brooklyn with a sincere face, pouted, and returned to the third floor without saying a word.

Time passed slowly, and after eleven o'clock, Ray walked out of the gun room.

"He shouldn't be coming back." Ray leaned against the doorframe and yawned. Brooklyn stretched and looked at Ray for a moment, and both fell silent.

They suddenly felt a little silly to do so. Why wait for someone else to kill you? Isn't it stupid?

In the silence, a hint of awkwardness began to spread through the room. Looking at each other again, both of them saw what the other was thinking.

"I'm going to get the dash cam! It's time to record yesterday's events. Ray turned around and left, and he took three or five steps up the stairs of more than twenty steps.

"I'll call the police!" Brooklyn grabbed his phone and followed. …………………… NYPD Bloodstain Analysis Room.

Dexter places the extracted human tissue into the test tube, inserts the tube into the centrifuge, closes the lid, starts the centrifuge, and waits for the results.

From time to time, he glanced at the canvas bag in the corner behind the door, looking a little absent-minded. At this time, his heart was very struggling.

He really panicked after seeing the blood stains on his sleeves last night. He was pretty sure that Brooklyn had found himself!

Restless, Dexter is constantly awakened by nightmares. One moment I dreamed that my colleagues surrounded me with loaded guns, and the next I dreamed that David threw the wooden box in front of him and asked him what it contained.

Dexter, who didn't have a good rest, came to work with two dark circles under his eyes, and he was still scared all day.

He was surrounded by police, and he had to pretend to be calm. Brooklyn hasn't denounced himself yet!

Brooklyn hasn't denounced himself yet! Why hasn't Brooklyn denounced herself yet? This kind of waiting is simply tormenting!

Dexter glanced at his watch again, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and his colleagues were almost gone.

No one is coming to catch themselves! Dexter almost cheered. After calming down, he immediately realized that just waiting like this is not the solution, he must take the initiative and find a solution to the problem, or if it can't solve the problem, solve the person who has the problem!

Thinking so, Dexter got up and walked towards the rucksack behind the door, and began to think about how to solve Brooklyn in his mind.

Ding~~ The centrifuge stopped working, and a slight beep sounded to wake Dexter up. He found that he had opened the canvas bag and was clutching the knife roll bag.

As if electrocuted, Dexter put the knife roll bag back in the bag, re-zipped it, and continued to process the human tissue in a somewhat panicked manner.

Brooklyn Lee is an upright judge! He's a good guy! He doesn't follow my rules! He didn't report me today, maybe I was too worried, he didn't see it at all!

Dexter muttered as he dealt with the Breakaway Organisation. After the experiment, Dexter carefully washed his palms, wiped them clean and prepared to go home.

As he passed by the medicine cabinet, he took a bottle of potion and a syringe with him. Stuff them in their bags and leave in a hurry with their canvas bags.

……………… Dexter drove the car not far from his Brooklyn home, parked the car and turned off the ignition, hiding in the dark and quietly looking at the small three-story building with warm lights.

I'll just take a look and see what he's going to do. What if he has some secret secrets!

What if he hadn't gone for a night run yesterday and had disposed of corpses like I did! He deliberately ignored the details he had already discovered—such as Brooklyn was sweating, Brooklyn wasn't flustered, Brooklyn didn't have the tools to deal with it, and that place wasn't suitable for hiding corpses—and he thought stubbornly.

Thinking that Brooklyn might be like himself, a justice judge on the surface, but secretly a killer, Dexter even felt a little excited.

He caressed his heart, felt its beating, and made up his mind to walk towards the bright three-story building with his canvas bag on his shoulder.

………………………… Ray was exporting dashcam files in the garage when the detection device was suddenly triggered and the alarm sounded.

He immediately dropped the computer, quickly pulled out the pistol in the toolbox and the dagger next to the passenger seat, and nimbly climbed out of the window.

"Who!" Ray raised his gun and shouted at the dark shadow outside the fence.

"Hands up! Get on your knees! He shouted as he approached quickly.

"Don't move! Don't run! I shot! He pulled the insurance and threatened. Upstairs. As soon as Brooklyn dialed the alarm, he heard the alarm go off.

"Hey, it's 911...... It's all the same," the operator didn't finish a word, and Brooklyn hung up.

He went to the window and looked down, just in time to see Ray yelling and firing two shots outside. Then, the lights came on in the distance, and a car twisted into the night, quickly disappearing.

Five minutes later, Ray walked in with a glass. The glass contained half a cup of dirt. Ray placed the glass on the table and pushed

"I hit him." Just send the soil to the laboratory, and there is a high probability that the DNA in it will be extracted, and when compared with Dexter's DNA, it can be determined that it is not him.

Or you only need to inspect Dexter's body for gunshot wounds, and even compare bullets and ballistics to determine the identity of the person who came tonight.

Ray used a police pistol, which was not very powerful, and hit the target through the wooden plank, and there was a high probability that the bullet would remain in the human body.

"Call the police." Seeing Brooklyn staring at the glass in a daze, Ray said.

"Nope." Brooklyn made up her mind and reached for her glass

"Go call David, and the three of us will go to Dexter's house." Ray's eyes widened, suspecting that something was wrong with his ears

"Why?"

"What if I get it wrong?" Brooklyn said, turning around and pulling out plastic wrap to wrap the glass and stuff it into a file bag.

"How is that possible?" Ray then turned to Brooklyn, a little anxious

"I heard him."

"Maybe you heard it wrong." Brooklyn packed the bag into her bag and began to pack her things

"The muffled grunt of a person when they're shot is about the same."

"Accusing a police bloodstain analyst of being a serial killer is a serious accusation, and we have to have hard evidence, otherwise it will be very difficult for David to do, and it will be very difficult for me." Ray had already determined that something was wrong with his ears, otherwise how could Brooklyn say such a thing.

There is blood, DNA can be extracted, and if you compare it, you can know whether it is right or wrong? Assaulting a federal judge, such a crime requires a comparison of DNA is not too much, right?

Brooklyn: Is this a problem with the brain or a problem with logic? Brooklyn will be Thunder's face full of 'Are you kidding me?'

With a look in his eyes, he turned the glass and raised an eyebrow

"You don't believe me?" Ray shook his head. In his opinion, this is already conclusive evidence.

"Dexter is a bloodstain analyst, and he must have a way to deal with DNA alignment." Ray still kept 'You're kidding me?'

's expression.

"He can package his own DNA, or he can package this DNA." Brooklyn explained.

"We took it to other institutions for testing and didn't let him interfere. Take it away after the blood is drawn. Ray retorted.

"What if his blood itself is fake?" Brooklyn questioned

"He can take a piece of someone else's blood and pretend to be his own."

"The police can ask for blood to be drawn at the scene, and the scene is sealed." Lei was not convinced, and immediately proposed a remedial plan.

"He can bury a blood bag under his skin." Brooklyn Road

"Or inject someone else's blood into your own body during the test." [Note 1]

"We can ask for blood from different parts to be compared." Ray was a little anxious.

"Do you think this request is reasonable?" Brooklyn asked, squinting at Ray. Even if he tells the police about these concerns, not only will the police not do what he says, but they will also find him in the way.

After all, a normal person can think of such a solution? You must know that indiscriminate blood transfusion into the body may cause rejection, and in severe cases, it will kill people.

If it hadn't been seen before, Brooklyn wouldn't have thought of this approach.

"So it's useless?" Ray pointed to the glass with some frustration.

"No, it's still useful." Brooklyn smiled

"We sent the test report to Dexter to scare him." [Note 2] ........................ Things are about the same as Brooklyn estimated.

Dexter staggered back home, and after dealing with the gunshot wound, he calmed down and began to review. After careful calculation, he found that Brooklyn had no evidence of his own murder, and he guessed it.

Instead, it was tonight's action that almost exposed himself. Thinking of the blood that might have dripped from the scene, Dexter bit his braces and put on his clothes, went out to buy a bag of plasma, and poured the plasma into a plastic bag the size of a fingernail, sealed it, and carried it close to him.

He made up his mind that if the police asked him to take blood for a test tomorrow morning, he would find an opportunity to bury the blood under his skin.

Ready, he was a little relieved, and struggled to open the ventilation duct cover, and the next moment, Dexter was dumbfounded.

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His collection is gone! ………………………… The next day, Brooklyn mailed the dirt to a testing facility and went to work as usual.

He didn't even tell David about last night. Coming to the inner court, Bob put down the indictment in a hurry and said mysteriously

"Brooklyn, something is wrong." Brooklyn flipped through the indictment and accosted him

"What's the matter?"

"Two days ago, someone took Barrett away."

"And Christina and Berwick, they're gone."

"Who took it?" Brooklyn asked, looking up.

"I don't know." Bob shook his head

"The police are still investigating, and it is said that during the night, a guy with a tight package, pretending to be a lawyer, took Barrett away."

"Isn't Barrett forbidden to parole?" Brooklyn was a little puzzled.

"The man forged a copy of your letter." It's Dexter! At this moment, Dexter's name jumped out.

Dexter was dealing with Barre's body that night! Maybe Christina and Berwick!

But why? Does Dexter have a grudge against them? Brooklyn's mind was full of questions, but he didn't show them on his face.

"033, 034, these two are transferred to the morning, and 032 is reviewed in the afternoon." Brooklyn adjusted the order of the indictment and returned it to Bob

"Go and notify the parties of 033 and 034, and appear in court in half an hour."

"Aren't you curious?" Bob asked, taking the indictment and wide-eyed

"Don't wonder who did it?" Dexter. Brooklyn shook his head

"Not curious."

"I'm more curious now if the person is late because of you, and they will complain about you."

"You're so boring." Bob rolled his eyes and walked away with the indictment. Half an hour later, Courtroom No. 9.

A Native California was brought to the dock, and Neil Kavre stood beside Brooklyn, a witness who had just finished swearing to the Bible.

In case 033, the defendant stole a collection from a museum in New York, which was cracked and arrested by the FBI, and the defendant pleaded not guilty, saying that they only took back their belongings.

The strange-looking stump was his. The defendant resolutely refused to pay compensation, so the museum sued the defendant for theft and demanded $1 million in damages.

$1 million is fanciful, but if the theft is true, the defendant does face damages and imprisonment.

The amount of compensation is calculated based on the valuation of the stolen goods. Neil's main role in being brought in by the museum is to prove that the stolen goods are genuine and to value the stolen goods.

Neil was pleased to meet Brooklyn, who had seen the terms of the F.B.I.'s original agreement and had given him some freedom based on his experience as a judge clerk under a false identity.

For that he is grateful. Brooklyn didn't know what Neil was doing, he was just doing his job.

Above the courtroom. The prosecution lawyer returned to his seat satisfied after receiving answers from Neil Kavrey that the theft was genuine and that it was worth between $5 million and $8 million.

The prosecution was satisfied, and the defense quit. The California native was a young man, looking to be in his mid-thirties, with a lean body and exposed skin that was bronzed.

He got up before his own lawyer, danced with excitement, and said a lot of things to Brooklyn.

Seeing that Brooklyn didn't react, he shouted at the prosecution again, while saying, the movement of his hand became larger and larger, and his expression became more and more excited.

The museum and the lawyer sat there, staring at the dancing Native Californians like monkey shows, and one of them even gestured to him like a gorilla.

This completely angered the natives. The public lawyer quickly got up and hugged the native, and said a lot of muttering at him, and the natives calmed down.

"Defendant, do you speak English?" Brooklyn asked with a frown.

"Or, can you understand what we're saying?" He noticed that the aborigines had been speaking English all along.

If the person is not fluent in English or can understand English, the court will need to send him an interpreter.