Monday, April 2. After two days of fermentation, Brooklyn was once again in the major newspapers. But the front page is not him, but Lai Leigh Crewe.

On the front page, Lyleigh Crewe's trip to New York was discussed, and on the second page, Brooklyn's impartiality was discussed.

It's a lot of fun. And the two parties didn't have much time to listen to these gossip. After confirming that the storm had passed, Brooklyn continued to get into working condition.

Before a few people in Courtroom 9 even had time to celebrate, work followed. The man who had gone to California in search of a translator returned.

Lucky enough to bring back two people, one is an Agua Caliente Indian, and the other is an ordinary resident of the Palm Springs area of California.

According to the average resident, the Palm Springs area has been developed into a tourist attraction that welcomes millions of visitors each year.

The huge passenger flow drives the development of the surrounding economy, which naturally attracts people to gather and settle down. The resident ran a hotel and a bar in his home, and cooperated with the Aguacaliente Indians, who would suggest that tourists come to his house and take a cut of the money.

Having dealt with the Aguacaliente Indians for many years, the inhabitants are fluent in the language of the Aguacaliente Indians, and speak more authentic language than some of the Aguacaliente Indians.

Brooklyn spoke with the two separately, and chose between the more expensive inhabitants and the cheaper Aguacalient Indians.

But he agreed, allowing the native, who had traveled all the way, to enter the courtroom and supervise the residents' translations.

Brooklyn carefully asked them questions about technical vocabulary during their conversations, and the two men responded in the same way as their lawyers.

There were no such words in the local language, so they had to try to translate them and try to be as precise as possible. It's a problem with the language itself, not with the translation.

Brooklyn called Bob, informed the prosecution and defense, and prepared for trial. ………………………… The interpreter in the auditorium was thrilled to see Caliande, but he did not rush to catch up with his people regardless of the occasion.

The tribes that have inhabited the Palm Springs area for thousands of years have adapted well to the erosion of modern civilization.

Garriande was also excited to see his clansmen, and he muttered a lot at the clansmen in the auditorium, and after receiving a reply, he nodded and turned to the interpreter.

Garriande, who was supposed to know the interpreter, whispered a few words to the two and glanced at Brooklyn from time to time.

Brooklyn speculated that the interpreter was explaining to Garian why he and another member of his clan were here.

After a short wait, Brooklyn asked the prosecution and defense parties and their lawyers to appear and announced that the trial would continue.

With a translator, things are much easier. In fact, there is nothing difficult in itself, the evidence of Caliande's theft of the exhibits is conclusive, there is no way to justify it, the only difficulty is communication.

Now that the interpreter has been found, the communication problem has been solved, and the trial has gone smoothly. In the morning, the two sides had already completed the presentation of evidence.

And Brooklyn had already considered the outcome of the ruling—in fact, the trial was more of a formality, a procedural necessity.

Just as Brooklyn was about to announce the results, Garriande suddenly muttered a big call, and the interpreter looked back at the museum in surprise, and then at Brooklyn.

The people in the auditorium also stood up and shouted something at Garriande, who stubbornly turned his head to look at him.

"What did he say?" Brooklyn asked.

"Garriande said, he said that the exhibit was theirs, well, belonged to their Agua Caliente Indians." The translator deliberates on the choice of words, and his tone is slow.

"He said that the exhibit was originally in the clan, but it was stolen by someone, and they stole it." Brooklyn glanced at the museum, and the museum lawyer quickly got up.

"Your Excellency, it is indeed an Aguacalient Indian item, but it is also an exhibit purchased and exhibited by our party through formal channels, and we have provided the corresponding vouchers. Moreover, the cause of the main complaint in this case is that the defendant stole the exhibits belonging to our party, and does not involve the issue of the source of the exhibits. Brooklyn glanced at Garriande, who was still stubbornly confronting his people, and rang the gavel, declaring the prosecution in favor, demanding that Garriande return the stolen goods, pay $80,000 in compensation, and serve a 13-month prison sentence.

Originally, Brooklyn wanted to acquit Garryander. The prosecution's lawyer's final remarks have revealed the improper provenance of the exhibit, and judging by Garriande's performance, the exhibit is important to the group of 500 people.

The Agua Caliente Indians have a California-backed tourism program and don't have to sell artifacts to earn a living.

That is, they will not sell that exhibit at all. Brooklyn speculated that the exhibits should have been stolen, and after several turns, the prosecution bought them, or maybe the prosecution had them stolen at all.

Garriande's purpose in stealing the exhibits was not for money, but for the purpose of recovering the artifacts. But in any case, the museum can produce proof of ownership of the exhibits, but Garriande can't.

An artifact with a distinctly Aguacaliente Indian style, but the Aguacaliente Indians have not been able to produce proof of its ownership.

It sounds ironic. It was precisely because Garriande's original intention was not for money that Brooklyn opened up on him and gave him the lightest punishment within his authority.

But the decision was not accepted. Garian was not satisfied, believing that he had the right thing to do to get back the lost items of his own people.

The museum was equally dissatisfied, arguing that the judge's punishment of Garriande was too light to be a deterrent, which could make their museum a regular source of thieves.

After all, stealing their exhibits will result in lighter penalties, and the risks are far less than the benefits. But Brooklyn was not prepared to change the verdict, and in the face of the clamor of the museum, Brooklyn replied meaningfully.

"Maybe I should contact the FBI and ask them to contact the California police to investigate how this artifact was stolen." The pavilion was stunned for a moment, and the shouting voice was lowered a lot, obviously a little weak.

Sending off the yelling Garrian and telling Bob to deliver the verdict, Bob returns with another piece of news.

Daley withdrew the lawsuit. Brooklyn was momentarily dazed. According to the plan, he only prepared two cases today, and as a result, halfway through the time, one was closed, and the other prosecution withdrew the case.

This means that the rest is all free time. All afternoons he could take a break, flip through the papers, and only spare half an hour to sign the files that Bob had reviewed.

It's so easy! It's so lighthearted that Brooklyn feels a little unreal. After a cloudy lunch, and a short break in the office, Brooklyn found something to do for herself.

He called Ray and discussed buying a car. The original car had been damaged last Friday and could not be driven.

Even though the police have arrested the suspect, and even though the suspect has confessed to what he did, it does not change the fact that he has no car to drive.

The two of them walked out of the office lightly, trying not to disturb Bob and Nelly, who were traveling in the sea, and chose a second-hand car market to take the subway to see the car.

Brooklyn still has some anticipation for buying a car, and he told Ray a lot of ideas along the way. The last car was not bought by him, and although it was good to drive, it was not his ideal one.

It's like if he doesn't become Brooklyn Lee, but Bob, Mary is also beautiful and has a lovely son, and it's good to live like this, but it feels a little awkward after all.

After walking out of the subway station, I changed buses twice, and finally came to the second-hand car market in the middle of nowhere.

The salesman received the call, waited at the door early, and after seeing Brooklyn and Ray, he greeted him warmly, asked about the needs and budget, and guided the two to the parking lot.

After checking in at the gate, the three of them had just entered the parking lot, and the salesman took a deep breath and was about to show off his skills when the Brooklyn phone rang at an inopportune time.

Bob called. Brooklynton didn't feel good. After answering the phone, Bob only said two words.

"Alpha Corey was transferred to a women's cell last week."

"Just now, Alpha Corey was seriously injured and is being taken to the hospital for emergency treatment."

"Why?" Brooklyn waved at the salesman, turned to walk out, and asked in a deep voice

"Why was he so badly wounded? What did he do? Why was he transferred to a women's cell? ”

"Let the judge allow it, the detention center said that it gave you a phone call before, and you asked the judge on duty to contact it." Bob's voice was tinged with schadenfreude, not even the rustling of electricity.

"The guy stared at his roommate peeing and was beaten up by his roommate. He also went into the bathroom as if no one was around, trying to take a bath with the female prisoners, but was blocked in the bathroom by a group of people and beaten for half an hour. "How Alpha Corey is, Brooklyn doesn't really care much right now.

If it had been for Lenie Crewe to speak for him, he might have been paying attention, but now that Lenley Crewe intervened to quell the storm, someone like Alpha Corey was no longer worthy of his attention.

In other words, the only intersection he had with Alpha Corey was that he issued a restraining order against Alpha Corey and threw him into a detention center, and that was the end of it.

Bob should have understood this, so apparently, he didn't just call to tell Brooklyn about Alpha Corey's fate and make him happy.

"Jean went into the chief justice's office after receiving the news, and he hasn't come out yet." Bob lowered his voice and whispered.

"Judge Michael's new assistant just came to see you." After Ruby is taken away, Michael finds a new assistant out of nowhere, who is very capable but not talkative, and has little contact with the court.

It's a person with a very low sense of existence.

"I see, you tell him, I'll go back right away." Brooklyn replied and hung up.

He's been feeling a bit of bad luck lately. just skipped work and went out for such a trip, but was caught by the boss.

It's okay to catch it, it's not on the way here, or after buying a car, but he just arrived at the parking lot.

As a result, he ran so far away with Ray that he didn't do anything, so he had to run back again. The feeling left Brooklyn speechless.

He briefly told Lei about the situation, apologized again and again to the unpaid salesman, and recorded the salesman's phone call, promising that if he had time on the weekend, he would definitely come to see the car, and only asked the salesman to help introduce him, and then hurried back with Lei.

…………………… It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when Brooklyn returned to the courthouse, and he rushed to the office, changed into his robes, and did not rush to see Michael, but asked Bob in detail about the latest developments.

"There is news from the hospital that Alpha Corey has a ruptured bladder and can only live in diapers for the rest of his life." Bob looked a little gloating.

"I heard that he was seriously injured, and everything is broken here." He gestured to his crotch and shuddered

"Two balls are removed."

"Multiple fractures all over the body, moderate concussion, punctured lungs from broken ribs, slight internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity, and small spots of bleeding in the skull. He is now in a coma, and the hospital is doing its best to save him. ”

"Let that bastard probably put the blame on you, Brooklyn, and you'll have to talk to Michael." After talking about Alpha's situation, Bob muttered

"This eucalyptus shouldn't have been given to us in the first place."

"We're Court No. 9, e.. Y's Signature Criminal Court! What kind of eucalyptus are we doing? This kind of rag is thrown at us, too. I think Jean is jealousy, revenge on you. ”

"Because of this eucalyptus, you almost can't even be a judge. If it weren't for Judge Lylie Crewe speaking for you, you would be under investigation by now. Brooklyn, you'll have to talk to Michael. Bob was upset about Brooklyn.

This surprised Brooklyn a little.

"In your eyes, am I such a person?" Brooklyn asked.

"You probably won't have anything left but justice." Bob counted on his fingers

"Selena was framed as a murderer, and the Red Devil was almost killed in Eucalyptus, because Hahn was almost burned to death."

"Last week, I was almost investigated because of this."

"Whoever meets them and doesn't back down, save you like a fool and face the difficulties. Just this kind of eucalyptus, put it in the other judges, don't even need to hold a trial, and directly declare them victorious with their eyes closed. Brooklyn glanced at Bob, who was all muttering, and his heart warmed.

This is not something that anyone would say, at least he had never heard anyone say it to him. Bob was able to tell him that, which showed that Bob really regarded him as a friend.

"It doesn't matter, as long as Michael's brain is not eaten by zombies, he should know that this is the duty of the rotating judge, and it has nothing to do with me." Brooklyn said.

Bob wasn't reassured, and still muttered

"Are there still fewer people who have been eaten by zombies and have their brains eaten now?"