Dexter doesn't naively assume that what he does is seamless, he is inside the policing system and has a good understanding of the capabilities of the NYPD.

He did it seemingly clean, wore protective clothing when cutting, carefully cleaned the scene with bleach after cutting, chose to throw the body at night, and was never pumped to it.

But that's a flaw in itself. Cleaning up means that the killer understands the methods of the police and is likely to be an insider, or at least a relevant professional who is well-versed in this area.

For the sake of convenience, and it is also a habit as a forensic doctor, he cut all along the gaps in the bones, which is also a clue that the murderer knows a lot about the structure of the human body.

The place where the body was buried far from the pier and there were hundreds of plastic bags suggests that the killer had at least one small boat for easy transportation.

The place he chose to bury the body had a trench at the bottom of the sea, and the water was deep enough, suggesting that the killer at least knew about the nearby seas, and may even have lived nearby.

Although the corpse is highly deteriorated, sooner or later the time of death and the identity of the deceased can be inferred, and the police can even give the murderer a psychological profile at that time.

It just so happened that BAU was in New York, and people in the NYPD didn't have to call to apply. The more Dexter thought about it, the more panicked he became.

Since he killed his brother with his own hands, the bloodthirsty beast in his body seemed to be satisfied like never before, and he had no bloodthirsty impulses for more than a month.

He lives a quiet life, getting closer and closer to his girlfriend, and is recently preparing to propose to her, and his sister has also established herself in the police station, and is trying to adjust to being a police officer.

After playing cards last night, he thought it would be nice if he just went on like this. As a result, a bombshell came early this morning!

…………………… Court No. 9. As the presentation of evidence and cross-examination unfolded, the faces of everyone in the auditorium began to become strange.

The audience for this trial was very mixed, with media reporters occupying favorable terrain, but more often than not, familiar faces scattered around.

Senior partners at several law firms, including Pearson Spector & Co., Anne Aldington with several prosecutors, retired veteran judges, several legal experts, FBI agents who exude a 'I'm an agent, don't mess with me'...... It can be said that half of the people in the judicial circles accounted for half of the audience at this trial.

These people are different from the young lawyers who have just come out of school, or the fake experts who participate in the show every day to talk about it, they are mostly people with real talents and real learning.

Many even have books in their homes that Brooklyn has named 'The Agony of Lyry Crewe'.

The questions raised by Brooklyn in the cross-examination of evidence, the way in which the trial was manipulated, and the direction in which he focused his attention were all too similar to those written in the book "The Agony of Lyleigh Crewe."

If you just look at the trial transcript, they will think that it is Lylie Crewe sitting on it! Several acquaintances glanced at each other, and they all saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Is this crazy in Brooklyn? In such a sensitive period, even if you are the first to stand up and help Lyleigh Crewe speak, a class action lawsuit can be forcibly said to be a coincidence, but it is too crazy to directly imitate Lyleigh Crewe's trial, right?

Brooklyn almost burst into the next courtroom with a loudspeaker, shouting at everyone, 'I'm a diehard Leeley Crewe.'"

That's not how the fight for Lyry Crewe's legacy is, is it? At this stage, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lenley Crewe is finished, and it is only a matter of time before he completely falls, so Brooklyn is not afraid of being liquidated?

These people asked themselves if they couldn't even take their lives like Brooklyn to fight for Lenley Crewe's legacy.

Brooklyn was so desperate that he took the richest part, and they were convinced. Thinking so, someone had already gotten up and walked away.

There is nothing to see about this trial, it is neither a typical example, nor a novelty, it is not even a criminal case, it is just an ordinary civil lawsuit.

There is no skill to speak of. They were only curious to see how far Brooklyn could go. Now that they are sure that Brooklyn can do it to the point of dying, they know it.

Such is the custom of the Federation. It is true that Lyley Crewe has a brilliant image and is admired by everyone, and it is not wrong for anyone with a discerning eye to know that he has been wronged, but no one will help Lyry Crewe for no reason until it involves his own interests.

Yesterday, with Brooklyn taking the lead, everyone just took action to fight for Lyleigh Crewe's legacy.

Lyry Crewe has fallen, and his estate needs to be inherited, and Lyley Crewe has not designated an heir, so everyone will divide it according to their abilities.

If you want to get more for nothing, and reap the benefits of a fisherman, you are thinking about fart.

The people of the Federation have a good character of frugality, and no one will waste a single bit of food, especially if they take action.

Picking up leaks? There is everything in the dream. But at the same time, the Federalists are also very contractual. Like this feast of eating Lyri's legacy, they will default to the one who gives the most to take the sweetest and fattest piece.

Because after all, this is to share other people's inheritance, not to share the ownerless things, everyone honestly abides by the rules, and the people who are eaten have nothing to say.

Once someone disobeys the rules and provokes the eater to stand up and flip the table, or simply give the inheritance to someone, it is smashing the rice bowl of all the diners, and it is bound to be attacked by the crowd.

This wild and fair style, with a slightly primitive atmosphere, is etched in the bones of the Federation. Brooklyn sat down, glanced at the direction of the door, silently counted who had left, and felt a lot more relieved to confirm that his purpose had been achieved.

……………… The Mexican restaurant at noon was lively. Not only people from Brooklyn come here to eat, but also people from the restaurant next door.

Nowadays e.. This Mexican restaurant next to Y is about to become a tourist attraction, and if the New York judiciary has not eaten here, it will make the whole New York judicial circle laugh.

I don't know where this custom came from, e.. Y's staff, jurors, prosecution and defense parties, lawyers, and reporters squatting in the courtroom...... It is customary to choose to have lunch here.

During mealtime, the news of the court next door reached Brooklyn's ears, and the result really surprised him.

He is the one who has looked through the files of the lawyer Leigh Crewe, and some time ago, the media bombarded them every day, repeatedly telling the life of Leigh Crewe, even if he has not read it, he is familiar with it.

Lyleigh Crewe's career as a lawyer has not been outstanding, and looking at the eucalyptus he has represented as a lawyer, the success rate can only rank in the middle of the range, and I have not heard of him having any distinctive defense ideas.

Brooklyn's approach to assertion in court dates back to the days of Judge Lenley Crewe.

Compared to the glittering and dazzling era of judges, Lyleigh Crewe's era as a lawyer is really a bit unremarkable.

But this is the same Lyri Crewe, who killed all sides in court this morning! In the first round of cross-examination, he directly stunned the so-called witnesses found by Negan to the point of speechlessness, and made Negan himself so violent that he almost rushed over and beat people.

With only one round of cross-examination, Lyrie Crewe asked the witness to admit that he had received $5,000 from Negan to testify in court.

He didn't let Negan go, but continued to attack in one go. When it was his turn to present evidence, he directly invited the representatives of the jurors who participated in the lawnmower trial to testify in court.

As soon as he entered the court, the juror representative was listed as a hostile witness by Lylie Crewe, and then through a series of questions, he directly asked the juror representative to admit that Leyley Crewe had mentioned that he knew the person in charge of the lawn mower company, but the jury agreed that this did not affect the trial.

It was as if Lyrie Crewe had unlocked some kind of seal on his body, and he was completely wild. The old man's burst of power stunned Brooklyn.

He carefully questioned the judge who was presiding over the defamation, and according to his colleague's retelling, Brooklyn found that Lenley Crewe was extremely well prepared for Ben Eucalyptus, and that every move of his opponent was within the scope of his expectations, and every move of his opponent hit the opponent's vital point.

If it weren't for someone pulling the bias, Negan's three-legged cat kung fu probably wouldn't have been able to hold on even this morning.

Even so, by the time the court adjourned at noon, Negan had already filed an application for a closed hearing.

"He was very resolute." Said a fellow judge

"I don't agree to a closed trial."

"In his exact words, 'I have nothing left now. I'm fighting for myself, for my reputation, and I want to see how far the federal law can be manipulated.'" The judge shook his head and sighed.

In fact, he was the unluckiest one. Whether Negan wins or not, he will not be able to get along in the federal judicial circles, and he is even sure that many people have already written reports this morning, waiting for the trial to be completed and handed in to the Judicial Conduct Committee.

It is true that Lyley Crewe is dead, and it is not false that countless people are waiting to carve him up, but this does not mean that Lyley Crewe has lived in vain all these years.

As the banner figures of the federal judicial community, they have been praised as 'great people' by countless industry insiders, they will not do anything and will not be able to help Leigh Crewe at all, but they do not mind sending away the people who pushed Leigh Crewe down the abyss with their own hands.

Brooklyn smiled at the exclamation of his fellow judges. He guessed correctly, last weekend, in addition to reading books and researching information, Brooklyn also took the time to write a sincere report letter, which was packed in an envelope and sealed with glue this morning, and mailed out when the trial was over.

It now sits in the top drawer of my desk in Brooklyn.

"And what are you going to do?" Brooklyn asked. In fact, the judge is not allowed to reveal the inside story of the case he is hearing, but the judge often ignores this rule, on the toilet, at the dining table, in the elevator, on the way to pick up the car together...... At any time, they will talk about the progress and plans of each other's trials.

"What else can I do?" The judge's colleague sighed again and forked the tortilla fiercely

"I'm just a judge." After speaking, the judge's colleague forked the tortilla and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it viciously.

This sounds familiar! Brooklyn thought about it and felt that he had fallen into a misthinking.

The FBI wants to use the judicial system to attack Lyleigh Crewe's reputation through legal channels, so as to set an example for the sake of killing chickens and monkeys, which means that everyone still has to save face.

As long as you want to save face, you may not get anything. According to Lenley Crewe's posture this morning, the FBI is likely to have a bamboo basket to draw water for nothing, and it will be difficult to lose face.

Even if there are people at the top of the judicial system, it will not work. Because this eucalyptus is fabricated! It simply doesn't exist at all!

With that alone, Lyric Crewe is already invincible. All they can do is evidence, forge evidence, buy witnesses, and bribe jurors...... But now that the case is in open court, everyone knows what happened in the courtroom, and even if the jurors are bribed, once the result of the jury's collegiate deliberation is very different from the performance at the trial scene, everyone will still have ideas in their hearts.

Is it really worth trampling on the credibility of the federal justice system for the sake of Lely Crewe? Brooklyn didn't know what the people above thought, and it didn't seem worth it to him anyway.

Besides, what good is it for the federal justice system to stink a banner figure like Lenie Crewe?

Thinking about it this way, perhaps there are limits to the bias in the face of the FBI, after all, this matter only pays, not benefits, which is not in line with federal tradition.

[Note 1] Brooklyn felt that according to the momentum of Lyley Crewe's appearance this morning, the only way the FBI could bring him down might be to sue continuously, so that Lyley Crewe would be mired in lawsuits, constantly responding to lawsuits, exhausted, and finally dying of exhaustion or negligence.

After all, Lyrie Crewe is an eighty-three-year-old man, and even young people can't stand the high-intensity continuous response, let alone an old man.

But in this way, the purpose of killing chickens and setting an example for monkeys cannot be achieved. Brooklyn was lost in thought, and his fellow judge had eaten all the food on his plate and got up to leave.

Now except for Brooklyn, everyone else is shunning him and not even talking to him. He couldn't find it comfortable to stay any longer.

Moreover, he believes that Brooklyn also talked to him to intuitively understand the trial situation, and now that he has understood, he should also leave, and it is estimated that the next time they meet, Brooklyn will become someone else.

"Hey!" Bob woke Brooklyn from his thoughts and gestured in the direction of the door. Brooklyn turned his head to look just in time to see Lyry Crewe pushing the door open.

The lively Mexican restaurant is eerily quiet when Lyry Crewe walks in, and only the dynamic Mexican-style music wafts through the air.

Lely-Crewe looked around, took off his hat, walked to the counter and ordered, and then stood there waiting.

People looked back, and the Mexican restaurant was buzzing again, but much quieter. After waiting for five minutes, the waiter handed the paper bag to Lylie Crewe, who smiled and nodded at the waiter in thanks, lowered his head and opened the paper bag, and walked out while inspecting it.

"Mr. Crewe." The waitress was a middle-aged woman, slightly chubby, and at least forty years old. She called out to Lyri Crewe, pulling out a smaller paper bag and handing it over.

"Cohen guessed that you ordered it as soon as he saw the menu requirements, and he deliberately sent an extra one, still the same as before, with devil chili peppers." Cohen is the head chef of a Mexican restaurant, a stubborn old man with gray hair and a very strange temper.

Lyleigh Crewe was stunned and reached out to take it

"Thank you Cohen for me." He said with a smile and turned to leave the restaurant. The restaurant was quiet for a moment, then the hustle and bustle overshadowed the dynamic Mexican music............