Brooklyn and Ray, who came home and feasted on egg fried rice, did not know that an extremely exciting scene was happening in an old house hundreds of kilometers away.

Due to the suddenness of the incident, the police were not able to locate Debra immediately. Although they had obtained the license plate number and car information from Brooklyn, it was night, and Rudy was so remote that no one saw him.

Naturally, the police couldn't find Rudy's location at all. Rudy dragged Deborah into the old house and began to decorate it humming a song.

He was in a good mood, and he rubbed his hands together with excitement at the thought of finally being able to recognize his brother. He waited too long for today!

Rudy hummed a song and gently tied Debora to the bed as his brother liked. He walked around the room, made sure that everything was arranged, and stood in the middle of the living room, closed his eyes and opened his arms, and took a deep breath and indulged in it.

It tastes of home here! The lights came on outside, and Rudy lowered his arms, a warm smile on his face, and walked towards the door.

My brother is back! Welcome home, Dexter! …………………… Things weren't quite what Rudy had imagined.

He had already informed his brother of everything. He told his brother that he loved him like crazy. He apologized to his brother for being too weak to protect him.

He invites his brother to join him in killing Debra, the brother who is in the brothers' possession, and from then on, the brothers will be happy murderers.

He told his brother that Morgan's old bastard was the culprit for his mother's death. But Dexter didn't kill Debora as he had hoped.

At this time, Dexter was holding a sharp knife in his hand, and he was struggling inwardly. Eventually, the DNA sequencing report appeared in front of his eyes again, and Brooklyn's face appeared.

He felt as if he understood why Brooklyn had sent him a report. He aspires to be like Brooklyn!

Stand in the sun and become a hero praised by everyone! Do the right thing and make everyone accept themselves!

Tell them that you are not a monster, you are just punishing those who have escaped the law, and you are only protecting them!

I'm doing the same thing as Judge Brooklyn Lee! Dexter thought to himself. We are all upholding fairness and justice!

Dexter looked up at Rudy. One day, I will be like Judge Brooklyn Lee, standing in the sun and receiving everyone's cheers!

He had a decision. …………………… The next day, Brooklyn receives news that Officer Debora has been successfully rescued, and that it is the refrigerator killer who has kidnapped her.

The news came as a shock to Brooklyn. He knew that David, they had been tracking down the refrigerator killer since March.

David happily told Brooklyn on the phone that he was coming over for dinner in the evening. Hanging up the phone, thinking about it, Brooklyn called Winston.

He called Winston, mainly because Winston had been too honest lately. He gave speeches in a step-by-step manner, promoted himself, pulled votes, and there were no tricks in it, what he did was what every candidate would do.

It's so abnormal.

"I think you should fire all the people in the campaign office." The phone was connected, and the greeting lasted only three words, and the two of them revealed their true nature.

Brooklyn chose to be the first to be respected. He scoffed

"Speeches, speeches, speeches, leaflets, flyers, flyers, flyers, TV, shows, radio, why do you hire so many people to do such a simple thing? To spend a little more campaign money? ”

"It's amazing to hear that you hand-picked the people in the campaign office, and you chose a bunch of useless people." Winston was used to losing money to Brooklyn, and immediately after Brooklyn finished speaking, he expressed his ridicule of Brooklyn.

He laughed exaggeratedly a few times, then proudly explained the behind-the-scenes work of the campaign office, and finally said

"I don't want to talk about campaigning with people who haven't even been involved in the campaign, and that's even harder than getting Prosecutor Anne Aldington to reconcile with them." Anne Aldington has become a star prosecutor because of her crazy confrontation with minorities, and her topic is no less popular than that of Brooklyn.

A month has passed, and the mad dogs still haven't given up biting Anne Aldington, and Anne Aldington hasn't given up on the mad dogs.

Brooklyn had to admit that no matter how much he looked down on that group, he could make a lot of money out of getting involved with them—for them or against—for them.

Anne Aldington is a smart person, and as soon as she lets go of that pride, her IQ will immediately return.

The two taunted each other for a moment, and Brooklyn pulled out a letter and signed it and stuffed it into an envelope.

"I invite you to come and sit in my courtroom." Winston was puzzled. He's now on fire, and his approval ratings are rising, but his opponent isn't a mediocre opponent and has the support of several state judges.

The two are inseparable. Of course, he wants to expand his influence and extend his tentacles to the judicial system, but he is not a lawyer, he is not a person in the judicial system, and he has no way out.

Now listening to Brooklyn's meaning, it seems that he wants to help him match, and Winston is naturally happy to see it.

Hanging up, Brooklyn added Reilly Winston's name to the jury list. …………………… May 29th.

Tuesday. Brooklyn meets Anne Aldington again. Anne Aldington seems to have completely emerged from the mad dogs, and she is still on the line with the mad dogs, but her complexion is the same as when the Baruch College cafeteria bombed and attacked.

"Annie." When it was Anne Alding's turn, Brooklyn said hello. Since the last time they had dinner together, the two didn't really have much to do with each other, but the atmosphere of that dinner was good, and they both left a deep impression on each other.

Anne smiled at Brooklyn, turned around and picked up a cardboard box, and struggled to the judge's bench.

"What is this?" Brooklyn's eyes were drawn to the cardboard box, and he already had a bad premonition in his heart

"Don't tell me, it's full of files." Anne didn't answer, but turned the carton in a different direction and pointed the label at Brooklyn.

'Kendall Ramos 1988.6.1-2018.3.1' Brooklyn took a deep breath.

Thirty years! Thirty years of dossier! Even though Anne didn't say anything, Brooklyn understood what it was.

Judges on duty have a lot of work to do, some of which are just cumbersome workflows, but the actual operation is very simple, and some are very cumbersome in terms of workflow and actual operation.

Such as appeals! Usually, after the court announces the verdict, there is a small probability that the prisoner will file an appeal.

The reasons for this are very complex, some are lucky and do not want to serve their sentences, and some may be really wronged.

Appeals are one of the most troublesome for judges, not only for the original trial judge, but also for the judge who accepts the appeal.

A prosecutor like Wood Ward, who can keep the appeal rate at 0 percent, is a judge's dream dream.

If Wood Ward hadn't been burned to death, but had continued to work, he would soon have become famous throughout the Commonwealth, coveted by district attorneys, and have a legion of judge friends.

Countless judges would be proud to take Wood Ward's case. Because Wood Ward's zero appeal rate is really tempting!

One of the duties of the judge on duty is to receive appeals. I haven't met it for more than 20 days, and Brooklyn thought he was lucky enough to get through, but it turned out to be ...... Brooklyn shrugged helplessly, adjourned the court, and called Bob to the inner court with the cardboard box.

"Let's talk about it." On the way, Brooklyn asked about the reason. Kendall Ramos, born in New York in 1966, is a native New Yorker.

In 1988, she was accused by a neighbor of being the murderer of her husband and was arrested. Neighbors claimed they heard an argument next door and went out to check and saw through the window Kendall Ramos having killed her husband, Mr. Ramos, with a knife.

Faced with the hard facts, Kendall refused to admit it, and after many trials by the police, and threatened with beatings and humiliation, Kendall finally gave in.

In court, neighbors testify that Kendall killed her husband, Mr. Ramos. Kendall was sentenced to 200 years in prison by a New York State court.

The sentence was pronounced on 1 June 1988. Kendall was then imprisoned in a felony prison.

At that time, the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York had not yet been built. After the completion of the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York, Kendall was transferred to the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York for good behavior.

Here, she was given a valuable learning opportunity. In 2008, Kendall began writing letters to judges, saying that she had been wronged and that she had not killed her husband.

The case was retried and the neighbors who had testified were invited to testify again, insisting that they had witnessed Kendall kill her husband with a knife.

Kendall's appeal was upheld. But she didn't give up and has been filing an appeal for a decade.

She writes not only to judges, but also to prosecutors, to the government, and to the bar association...... As long as she has an organization or department that has anything to do with the judiciary, she will send letters, and the content of the letters is the same, and they all claim to be innocent.

This matter has actually become a common thing among several departments. But not long ago, Anne Aldington joined the New York District Attorney's Office, and she stumbled upon Kendall's letter.

Kendall persistently wrote letters for ten years, but in fact, no one read her letters at all, and after receiving her letters, the departments often stuffed them into a shredder and crushed them as soon as they received them, and then threw them into the garbage with the garbage, and finally transported them away and burned them in a centralized manner.

Anne was able to see her letter because Anne went to pick up the mail that day, and when she saw that Kendall's letter was ignored, she asked the old man at the District Attorney's Office out of curiosity.

Rather than ignore it, as others do, she carefully reviewed the file, and after reading it carefully, she found that thirty years ago, the only basis for determining Kendall as the murderer was the testimony of a neighbor.

During her appeal, Kendall said in court that she had been threatened and humiliated by the police during her post-arrest interrogation, threatening her with beatings if she did not plead guilty, placing her in a serious prison fel, and even sending her to a men's prison.

Anne Aldington reviewed the file of the appeal and compared it with multiple sources and found that Kendall did not behave like a liar when it came to explaining that he had been threatened.

This thoroughly piqued Anne Aldington's interest. She continues to dig deep into Kendall's eucalyptus, and even goes to prison to meet Kendall several times.

Originally, she planned to investigate slowly, but some time ago Kendall fell ill and the doctor said that her condition was not very good, which made Anne Aldington have to come to Brooklyn without being well prepared.

When Anne had finished speaking, they had already arrived at the office. Brooklyn asked as she poured Anne a cup of coffee and sat back in her chair with the cup

So, why do you think Kendall is innocent? Or rather, why do you believe her? "Prisoners are cunning, and in order to escape punishment, they have the possibility of doing anything.

Kendall has only been writing letters to various departments for ten years in a row, which is really nothing. Don't blame the departments for ignoring her letters, in order to escape punishment, the prisoner really did everything.

A few days ago, Brooklyn had assigned a plaque to the judge, and the prisoner sold his wife and daughter to a crook in order to escape punishment.

The crook claimed to be an assistant to the Supreme Court justices and had a way to get him out of prison. Brooklyn had heard that a prisoner in the next state had been pretending to be a madman for three years in order to get out of prison, forcing the prison authorities to transfer him, and the prisoner was so excited when he was transported out of the prison gate that he showed his feet and was locked up again.

In order to escape, the prisoner can really do anything.

"Here." Anne Aldington put down her coffee and got up and pulled out a photocopy of the file from the first trial in 1988.

She flipped through the photocopied document and pointed to the trial transcript on it

"The whole trial was very rudimentary, with only the testimony of neighbors."

"The killing was witnessed only by the neighbors and their husbands, and nothing else." Brooklyn leaned over and looked at him

"At that time, the on-site inspection technology was not yet developed, and it was not surprising that there were no blood stains and fingerprint records." At that time, the eucalyptus with eyewitnesses was basically an iron eucalyptus.

This is not surprising.

"Look here." Anne Aldington matured a lot, and instead of arguing with Brooklyn, she calmly continued to turn the photocopy to the beginning

"The trial lasted only one morning."

"For a homicide, even if there are eyewitnesses, even in those days, is the morning too rushed?"

"The time between eucalyptus and Kendall's imprisonment is too short." The photocopied documents show that the eucalyptus was issued three days before the trial, which means that the entire document was completed within three and a half days, including the trial.

Brooklyn is finally interested. Whether it was in the 80s of the last century or now, the process of the trial has not changed much, and it is indeed too hasty to convict a homicide in three and a half days.

"Mr. Ramos, that is, the deceased," Anne continued

His sister also thinks that Kendall could not be her brother's killer. Over the years, she has often visited Kendall in prison and supported Kendall's appeal. Anne pulled out another notebook from the cardboard box.