Whether Winston listened to Brooklyn's words is unknown, but Brooklyn himself is busy enough.

His mobile phone was barely stopped all Sunday, people were always coming and going in the house, and the police cars at the door were changed one after another.

It didn't stop until late at night. The next day, Monday, May 7. As soon as Bob handed out a carton full of indictments to the judges' assistants in the courts, he followed Brooklyn into Courtroom No. 9 with a carton of indictments.

Courtroom 9 was already full, but it wasn't as quiet as before. The whole courtroom was bustling, like a vegetable market.

The guys who sat in the gallery and exchanged their heads and ears were all clients and lawyers who came to participate in the arraignment after receiving the notice of acceptance of the indictment.

Brooklyn has been a judge on duty for 6 days, and he is not in the mood to engage in the procedural set, at this time he misses the criminal indictment, misses presiding over evidence hearings here, misses analyzing every word of the prosecution and defense, misses guiding the jury, and misses announcing the results of the trial!

"Let's get started," Brooklyn said as he took the first stack of indictments from Bob, unscrewed the lid of the cup, and pulled out the tip of his pen without lifting it

"Plaintiff Josiah, you sued actor Reed for breach of contract, and you said in the complaint that he failed to arrive at the filming set at the agreed time and could not get in touch with him, right?" It's a eucalyptus that has been returned twice by Brooklyn.

Josia belongs to a film and television production company, and they are working on a movie called "New York Love" in New York, and Reed is a new actor they have tapped.

The two parties had previously agreed that Reed must arrive in New York on May 1 at the latest to participate in the filming.

However, on May 1, the crew did not see Reed in person, and Reed could not be contacted. The show immediately dialed the phone number on the contract, and the person who answered the phone was a man who claimed to be Reed's agent, who said that Reed had left Detroit for New York on April 25.

Now Josia is going to sue Reed for breach of contract, demand that the contract be terminated, and demand that Reed compensate the crew for various losses of $300,000.

"Hasn't Reed been in touch yet?" After getting Josiah's confirmation, Brooklyn looked at the dock as he questioned.

A man in the dock stood up and replied

"Your Excellency, I'm Reed's agent."

"Reed's father, too." Brooklyn asked, giving him a surprised look at his agent

"Can you represent Reed himself? Or do you have permission from Reed himself? The agent shook his head and said

"Reed's custody is in my hands." Brooklyn looked down and flipped through the indictment

"Can anyone tell me how old Reid is?"

"Thirteen years old, sir." The broker replied. Brooklyn looks oddly at Josia and invites a 13-year-old minor to make a film that doesn't sound proper at the name, and the legal merits of this contract are debatable.

Josiah raised her hands

"'Love in New York' is a youth revue." Brooklyn nodded, marked the indictment, placed it on the left, and looked up to announce the decision.

"Although Reed is a 13-year-old minor, Ben Yu must be personally present by Reed himself, who will hear and answer in person. The guardian cannot make a reply on behalf of the person concerned. ”

"So, please find Reed before coming to the courthouse."

"But ......"

"Next." Brooklyn flipped through the next indictment, not wanting to hear much more from Josiah or her agent.

This kind of thing happens every day in the Federation, and he doesn't have the ability to do it. The bailiff removed Josia and her agent from their seats, and a young man and woman got up from the gallery and came to the front.

"The plaintiff accused the defendant of being indecent, **, and you claimed in the indictment that you were forced to have sex with you without your permission while you were camping in Yellowstone?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." The boy spoke

"She invited me to camp in Yellowstone, and we had two tents ready, but her tent landed on the train. She made sure to stay in a tent with me when we camped that night and ...... "........................ Dexter returned to his apartment and placed a glass slide in a wooden box.

He did not put the wooden box back, but sat on the sofa with the wooden box in his arms, like a wandering child.

So much has happened lately. First, a refrigerator killer with such skill that he admires appears, and then his killer's identity is almost revealed by a judge.

In order to prevent the secret from spreading, Dexter takes a risk, only to pay the price for his recklessness - he is shot by a bullet and nearly killed.

What's even more lethal is that he left evidence to the judge - his own blood. Sure enough, he received a DNA sequencing report from the judge shortly afterward.

But strangely, the judge didn't take the next step, and it seemed that everything ended there. This upset him.

Before he could guess the judge's purpose, his treasure was gone! At that moment, he really felt the fear!

Thankfully, the mischievous thief returned them. Before Dexter could feel the joy of his lost gains, he was disrupted by a letter stating that his father had died of illness last week and that he was going back to inherit the inheritance.

When he received the letter, Dexter was stunned, and his adoptive father, Sheriff Morgan, had told him that his parents had died in a horrific massacre.

After some discussion, Dexter decides to go with his sister Debra and her boyfriend Rudy.

In that house, Dexter took a DNA sample and did it himself, and the result was that the owner of the house was really his father!

Everything that happened suddenly made Dexter feel uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of his biological father made him even more uneasy.

Why did his adoptive father, who had been teaching himself, lie? Why didn't my biological father come to him after so many years?

Is sister Deberra's boyfriend a good match? Why do you have strange feelings about your girlfriend Rita, who was introduced by a friend and forced to date?

Why does the refrigerator killer keep guiding himself? What is that blood red in my dreams lately? Dexter felt that there were countless problems that needed to be solved.

………………………………………… After dinner, Ray said hello to Brooklyn and went out.

Brooklyn returned to her study to discuss with an FBI agent whether to sign an arrest warrant for a 14-year-old girl.

The FBI suspects that the 14-year-old was the perpetrator of an arson. After thirty minutes of discussion, Brooklyn refused to sign the warrant, citing insufficient evidence.

This provoked the agent to leave in anger, slamming the wooden door. Before the agent's car could leave, a black FBI commuter pulled up at the door.

A female agent sneakily rushed in.

"Judge Brooklyn, we need you to sign this witness protection agreement." As soon as she entered the door, the female agent couldn't wait to pull out an agreement from her arms.

It has been communicated on the phone before. The F.B.I. seized a key member of a Mexican drug group who was willing to serve as a tainted witness on condition of a witness protection agreement.

The protection agreement requires the FBI to provide a new identity for the member, as well as his family, lovers, and five children.

There's nothing to say about this kind of thing, it's completely legal and compliant, and he can only sign it whether Brooklyn wants it or not.

In fact, for such an agreement, he is a humanoid signature machine. After signing the papers, the female detective left in a hurry.

The female agent was the last person to make an appointment today, and seeing her off, Brooklyn stood in the doorway and let out a sigh.

After sending off the female agent, Brooklyn chose to relax by browsing the news online. Soon he noticed the news that Congressman Winston was attending the speech.

He stared at Winston with his fist raised on the screen, thinking that it was indeed the conversation he had with Winston a few days ago.

The lawmaker doesn't just seem to be worried about the campaign, he doesn't seem to trust his campaign team much.

It reminded Brooklyn of something about Jerry. After he stabbed Ben Stone at Rogan's covert manipulation of justice, a high-ranking lawyer tried to warn him not to meddle in his affairs.

Then the high-minded lawyer disappeared. If this lawyer represented Winston, what about the Mediterranean?

Mediterranean's style of doing things was very different from that lawyer, and the person who appeared next to Winston was Mediterranean, not the lawyer.

If that lawyer wasn't representing Winston, who would it be? Brooklyn thought of Winston's ex-wife, Patty Winston.

Patty Winston was present almost every time of his limited meetings with Winston, who was said to be Winston's most trusted aide who single-handedly planned Winston's campaign, but she barely spoke during Winston's conversations with Brooklyn.

She just accompanied Winston to arrive, then made room and waited quietly for the conversation to end.

Brooklyn suddenly had a bold guess. If the speculation turns out to be true, Winston is likely to be in the middle of a scandal, lose the election, and never even be able to turn it over!

Brooklyn felt that the speculation was still just speculation, and he needed more evidence to prove whether the speculation was true.

And once the speculation proves to be true, he will need to consider whether to terminate his cooperation with Winston.

After this period of cooperation, Brooklyn found that Winston was not a politician, and he was the kind of person who was more willing to do practical things than rhetoric.

This kind of person Brooklyn likes very much, but federal politics doesn't like it. It is much more difficult for such a person to get ahead and achieve the level that Brooklyn expects than a pure politician who talks about it.

In other words, Winston probably doesn't have the high potential that Brooklyn envisioned! Is it worth taking the risk for such a person with low potential?

This is something that Brooklyn needs to weigh well. ………………………… The next day, Tuesday.

Brooklyn met two deceased men in court. Sierra Hart, Nora Chesterton. One is the head of the abolitionist organization, and the other is the head of the child advocacy organization in New York.

The two reappeared in Court 9 and sat in the same seats as last time. The difference is that last time they were present as 'sponsors of the defendants', this time they are attending as 'defendants'.

Brooklyn took the thick indictment and did not rush to look through it. He scrutinized the two of them, and the expected scene of anger did not appear.

He was surprisingly calm in the face of the two culprits responsible for Ben Stone's death.

"Defendants Sierra Hart and Nora Chesterton, you are charged with first-degree murder, abuse of power, illegal sale of human organs, and illegal business operations...... A total of 13 counts. Brooklyn turned the first page of the indictment and read it calmly and slowly.

He speaks clearly and has a loud voice. His voice echoed throughout the courtroom, lulling the noisy auditorium into an eerie silence.

Brooklyn was unaware of it, and continued to tell the story step by step.

"If you are convicted, you will face the death penalty, do the parties Seira Hart and Nora Chesterton know?" It was only then that Brooklyn took a closer look at the two 'old acquaintances' for the first time.

They looked much haggard than they had last met, standing on the left and right of the defendant's seat, at least a metre apart.

The two men were bowing their heads and not saying a word, their handcuffed hands resting on the edge of the table, as if they were playing with something.

Brooklyn remembers very well that the edge of the table in front of the dock was a little peeling, and as a product of the last century, this table has been through too much.

The sin that sits before it overwhelms it. In addition to peeling off the paint, one leg of this table is still lame, and if you press the lame leg a little harder, it will be like this - creak~~ As the force on Serra's hand increased, the table made a loud noise.

"Understood." The sound seemed to wake up the two men who were helping the table to peel off the paint, reminding them of their professional identities.

Brooklyn nodded, ticking the box on the indictment. The prosecutions then produced a raft of evidence, both on the counts, which proved true to each of the charges they had charged.

The process was long and tedious, taking almost an hour. During this period, several parties at the bottom of the queue got up and left.

Brooklyn listened intently and took notes carefully, while Sierra and Nora continued to keep their heads down to help the table peel off the paint.

It wasn't until the prosecution had finished its case and Brooklyn questioned the defendants that they stopped, looked up, and made eye contact with Brooklyn for the first time.

They slowly squirmed their lips under Brooklyn's calm gaze. Guilty plea! They confessed!

This made Brooklyn a little dazed. He had the feeling of a punch on cotton. He was actively preparing for the battle, everything was ready, but as a result, he charged a punch, and the opponent directly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy!

Serra and Nora's reaction almost flashed to Brooklyn's old waist. He stared at the two men for a few moments before he came to his senses.

At that moment, an obscure public attorney got up from behind them, came to Brooklyn with the prosecutor, and presented a plea agreement.