The notebook was a clip-and-paste newspaper stained with newspapers collected by Anne Aldington. The first issue of the newspaper was from the last century.

The content is much the same, basically the news that Mr. Ramos's sister, Josephine Ramos, has campaigned for Kendall in public.

Josephine Ramos has told the media more than once that Kendall is very affectionate with her brother and it is impossible for her to kill him.

Josephine's actions were not understood, and she herself was called the 'demon who betrayed her brother'.

"But you don't have proof." Brooklyn said after reading the clip paper. He can't jump to conclusions yet, but from the judge's point of view, he is not optimistic about Anne's behavior.

Like he said, she had no proof. The neighbor couple were witnesses, and they claimed to have witnessed the murder.

So much time has passed, and even now that the inquest technology is developed, many of the exhibits can no longer be used, and it is impossible to extract the corresponding evidence.

Even the simplest and most effective fingerprints on the murder weapon cannot be extracted. Because the protection of evidence at that time did not take into account the issue of fingerprints, although the table knife was still in the evidence room of the police station, it had long been contaminated.

As for conducting another autopsy on the deceased or something, thirty years later, if Mr. Ramos can be reincarnated, it is estimated that the child will be able to make soy sauce, and his ashes are estimated to have degraded.

It's simply not possible.

"What then?" Anne Aldington asked. She rummaged through the cardboard box again and pulled out a thick folder.

"I visited the Ramos family's neighbors." Anne introduced, flipped through the folder, and took out a piece of hand-drawn paper from it.

"This is Ramos' house." Anne pointed to the box in the center of the drawing.

"This is the neighbor's house who testified in court." She moved her finger to the left of Ramos' house, about three to five centimeters between the two.

"It's another neighbor." She gestured to the almost clinging box on the other side.

"At that time, there were people in these two neighbors, so why didn't the people who were close hear it, but those who were far away heard it?" She flipped through the file and pulled out a densely written record.

"This is a transcript I got from another neighbor."

"They said they didn't hear an argument that day, and that the family's wife was doing laundry in the yard, which she remembers very well and said hello to Mr. and Mrs. Ramos."

"Kendall was home when he was in the hair?" Brooklyn asked.

Kendall said he and her husband had made an appointment for a medical check-up in the afternoon, and they wanted a baby. She was trying to get pregnant and had been sleeping upstairs. Anne replied immediately.

"Didn't she hear anything?" Brooklyn was a little confused

"Or are there any signs of a break-in at the scene? Who called the police? Anne pulled out a thick file from the cardboard box like a trick

"This is a police record, and there are no traces of break-in. Police records show that it was Kendall who called the police. ”

"This neighbor," Brooklyn said, gesturing to the names of the Brians

"They claim to have witnessed the murder of the eucalyptus, shouldn't they call the police?" Brooklyn pointed out the suspicions

"Do you have their phone number in the police records?" Anne Aldington shook her head with a regretful expression.

"Nope." Brooklyn also has some regrets. He understood what Anne meant by none.

It's not that there weren't any police records from the Brians, but due to the technology of the time, there was no such thing as a record of the police call information available for reference.

Except for the Brians, no one knows if they called the police.

"Personally, I'm not optimistic about the outcome of your appeal for her." After a few more discussions, Brooklyn said, shaking his head

"Unless the Brians change their tune, you have little chance of winning." To say, 'Hardly winning,' is a Brooklyn euphemism, and Brooklyn doesn't think she has the slightest chance of winning.

Even if God comes, there will be none. In Ben's case, her win rate is 0.

"I want to try." Anne Aldington said seriously

"Brooklyn, I want to try." She closed the folder with a sincere expression

"Kendall's time is running out, no one knows when she'll be taken away by God, and I don't want her to leave her last wish unfulfilled."

"You should talk to the Brians." Brooklyn calmly gave advice

"Have you talked to them?" Anne shook her head

"They were living in a nursing home, and Mr. Brian passed away last month. Mrs. Brian was reluctant to see me. ”

"You should talk to her," Brooklyn suggested

Now only she knows what happened. Whether her testimony is true or false, talking to her is the right thing to do. After thinking about it, Brooklyn asked Nelly for a form, took out a pen and began to fill it out.

"Well, I'll give you a warrant. You go to the sanatorium and talk to Mrs. Brian, explain the situation, see if she is willing to talk to you, and if not, show the permission order. Ask her to talk to you. As he spoke, the permission order was filled out, and Brooklyn checked it and signed it below, handing it to Anne.

"I don't need to say more about how to use it." Anne took the permission order, looked at it, and put it in her bag with great care.

"Thank you." She looked at Brooklyn's eyes with a sincere look of thanks. Brooklyn felt a little awkward when Anne looked at her like this, so she covered the pen, inserted it into the inkwell, straightened up and clapped her hands.

"Okay, don't waste time, you said, Kendall doesn't have much time." Anne picked up the box again and walked out.

"I want Kendall to be judged by you." …………………… Sending Anne away, Brooklyn left the matter behind.

He really didn't think Anne had much chance of winning. In fact, during the conversation, the two of them knew to each other that even if the Brians had committed perjury, the chances of Anne going to talk to Mrs. Brian this time were infinitely close to zero.

Because Ben Yu had been appealed once, and at the time of the appeal, the Brians were again called to testify in court, and they did not change their statement.

This means that either what they say is true, or they have no guilt at all. Ten years ago, there was no guilt, but ten years later, it suddenly appeared?

It's not realistic. Brooklyn gave Anne permission only to add a little bit of leverage to her for the sake of her insistence.

But the weight of the chips is also limited, especially if the Brians had made a false confession.

A warrant from a judge may have the effect of intimidating ordinary people and scaring them into telling the truth, but it is of limited use to a person who testifies twice and lies twice.

Moreover, Mrs. Brian should have known that false testimony was punishable by law, and under this premise, she would not have been able to admit that she had given false testimony.

Of course, this is all based on the premise that the Brians did testify falsely. If the Brians had not testified falsely, that would be a different matter.

May 31. Brooklyn's last day as a rotating judge. He chose a simple homicide eucalyptus for himself as a gift for ending the judge on duty.

With the arrival of the end of the day, the duties of the Brooklyn judge on duty this year have officially been completed. He stretched out in his seat and waved his hand loudly at the tired Bob and Nelly and the others

"Go to L&O in the evening to celebrate, I'm in for a treat!" Nelly immediately shouted 'Hooray'. Bob was also delighted, and he clapped and leaned over to Brooklyn with a smile

"It would be great if you could bring the red barbecue pork you made!"

"That's called braised pork!" Brooklyn smiled and pushed Bob's head away

"Read with me, Hongshaorou."

"Boom," Bob repeated with his tongue grinned.

"Oops, that's it anyway."

"Braised pork doesn't. Next time. Next time go to my house. Bob smacked his mouth

"Then let's say okay, remember to go to your house next time, and be a bombardment." …………………… After a frenzied night, Brooklyn came to the courthouse humming a little tune and was in a very good mood.

After handing over the rest of the work to June's on-duty judge, Brooklyn and Nelly walked into Courtroom 9 refreshed.

"Ahem......" Bob said loudly, clearing his throat as he stood next to the judge's seat

"Please all stand, e. . Court Y.9 is now in session, presided by the Honourable Judge Brooklyn Lee. Brooklyn walked into Courtroom 9 and heard Bob whispering as he passed by

"It's better to work on this," Brooklyn shook her head and smiled. Placing the glass of water and the indictment on the table, he waved at everyone to sit down, and Brooklyn looked around, opened the indictment, and got to work.

Coincidentally, the 'gift' he chose for himself was similar to that of Kendall. Brian and Monica are a couple who have had a bit of an argument and decide to divorce.

The day before the divorce was about to be finalized, Brian shot Monica in a parking lot outside a mall, and Monica was shot several times and died instantly.

Brian is arrested by police and confesses to his crimes. In fact, he couldn't admit it or not, the surveillance video in the parking lot clearly and completely recorded the whole process of his crime, and the parking lot at the time of the incident was not empty, at least 20 people witnessed him pulling out a gun and shooting his wife.

Brian pleaded guilty, waived the jury, and he even waived his right to a lawyer. In this way, the case becomes very simple, it only needs to ask a few questions from Brooklyn, call a few witnesses and exhibits, and then announce the verdict in court.

Just like Kendall's eucalyptus, the entire process of the trial may only take one morning. Unlike Kendall, the suspect confessed to his crimes, and there were multiple eyewitnesses to the crime.

It is ironclad evidence. Brooklyn began the formal trial after confirming the presence of the prosecution and defense and the parties.

Today is the first day of the reopening of the court in Brooklyn and the acceptance of the indictment, and his popularity has not completely subsided, and there are many media at the scene.

Brooklyn looked as usual, listening to the prosecutor's statement. After listening, several witnesses selected by the police were called, and the surveillance video of the parking lot was reviewed.

The statements of several witnesses are generally consistent with what the surveillance footage shows. Brooklyn finally questioned the client, Brian.

"Brian, do you have anything else to say?" Brian was a tall man with a bushy beard, a shaved head, and a fleshy face that looked a little vicious.

Dressed in orange prison uniforms and handcuffs, he was accompanied by two equally tall prison guards, one on the left and one on the right, standing in the dock.

Brian remained silent as he looked up at Brooklyn, then lowered his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his handcuffed hands.

Brooklyn could see it clearly, and he cried. It's speechless. According to the police investigation, Brian loved his wife very much, and the reason why they quarreled so much that they wanted to divorce was only because his wife always nagged him to always stuff his shoes into the washing machine along with his clothes.

It's such a trivial matter, both parties are emotional, and they refuse to give in and admit their mistakes, and they are getting to the point of divorce.

They're going to get divorced, and they're even going to the mall together. Police checked their shopping cart, which contained a bag of toilet paper, two sets of old-fashioned couple's pajamas, a large bag of laundry detergent, a pound of beef, a large carton of milk, two boxes of cigarettes, a set of cheap discounted cosmetics, several pairs of socks, a set of men's and women's underwear, and two boxes of small umbrellas.

Brooklyn sighed, ready to hear what their family had to say, and then the results were announced.

Brian and Monica have a fourteen-year-old daughter, who is also here today, and she is sitting in the auditorium.

She was invited to stand up and speak. Instead of standing in the auditorium, the daughter walked up to Brian.

From the auditorium to the defendant's seat, the distance was less than five meters, and when my daughter finished walking, she was already in tears. She glared at her father stubbornly, constantly wiping her tears with her hands.

Brian looked up at her daughter with red eyes, some anticipation and some shame.

"You're still standing here, but my mother has turned to ashes." With just one sentence, both father and daughter couldn't help crying.

Her daughter's voice had changed tone, and the sparkle in Brian's eyes visibly waned, and finally died out.

He hung his head again, tears falling onto the handcuffs.

"I'm only 14 years old." My daughter couldn't stop crying. The prosecutor sighed, took the tissue from Brooklyn, walked over to his daughter, and hugged her.

The daughter wiped her tears with a tissue, but she couldn't dry them.

"It's not fair...... My parents weren't there when I graduated. ”

"Brian, I hate you! I will never, ever forgive you! Forever! The daughter yelled at Brian and cried in the prosecutor's arms.

Courtroom No. 9 was silent, with only two faint cries, one strong and one weak, echoing. Brian tried to raise his head several times, but finally lowered it again.

Brooklyn sighed and waited for the prosecutor to return to the plaintiff's dock with his daughter in his arms before announcing the verdict.

In light of Brian's apparent act of remorse, Brooklyn decided to give a lenient sentence for second-degree murder.

“…… 20 years. Defendants are allowed to serve their sentences at the Metropolitan Correctional Center in New York. ”duangduang！

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