Brooklyn bedroom. Brooklyn lay in bed and, with the help of alcohol, quickly fell asleep. In his sleep, he vaguely heard something.

Brooklyn opened his eyes and found that it was pitch black, with only a little white light in the distance.

Brooklyn walked towards the point of light, and the sound of the mold lake gradually became louder. He began to run, and his voice became clearer and clearer.

Finally, he passed through the point of light and came to an old hallway. He was hiding behind the door, creeping through the crack in the door towards a room at the end of the corridor in the distance.

There was a flurry of curses in that room, then the sound of water, cries, begs for mercy. The voice was familiar.

Brooklyn looked down and was surprised to find that his hand was only half the size of a cone. He looked down at himself, looking at his thin legs, which were less than twenty centimeters.

He confirmed that he was only about four or five years old at this time. Even considering the malnutrition of this body, it may be older.

The lights in the hallway were dim, a hue that was supposed to give a warm feeling, but when paired with the sounds in the room at the end of the hallway, the lights were only a little scary.

I don't know how long later, just as Brooklyn was about to fall asleep against the door frame, a fat hunchbacked figure walked out of the room at the end of the hallway.

She reflexively locked the door, tugging on her slippers as she walked down the hallway. The lamp above her flickered.

Brooklyn quietly observed the figure and unconsciously thought of a horror movie. The next moment, Brooklyn was flooded with white light.

When he woke up again, Brooklyn found himself lying on the floor outside the door of the room at the end of the hallway, clutching a piece of green mildew-stained bread in his little fist, looking left and right, and then lowering his voice

"Hello?"

"Hello?" Brooklyn cried, shoving bread through the crack under the door. A warm palm made brief contact with his fist, and the palm took the bread.

Brooklyn got up and slapped the dust off his body—the dust on his body—the dust on his body, he was not clothed, but bare-assed.

Thinking he had slapped it clean, Brooklyn ran back to the room with a puff of smoke on his short legs. He started delivering meals to the people in his room every day.

Sometimes it's a piece of cheese, sometimes it's a slice of bread, sometimes it's a ball of cereal, sometimes there's nothing, so he grabs two handfuls of grass from the yard and stuffs it in.

Finally, at a dinner, while hiding food, he was caught by a hunchbacked figure. The fat woman shook her fat lips, scolded him, lifted his arm and threw him out.

Tiny Brooklyn slammed into the wall, and the whole person was stunned. The fat woman came up with her slippers and kicked him around like a football.

Brooklyn didn't know how many bones he had broken, or whether his internal organs had cracked, or whether his brains had become a lake of pulp.

He just felt that the whole world had become strange. The world began to spin around, and the sounds became strange.

Eventually, he was carried and thrown into the dark room by the obese woman like a rag doll.

He began to have a fever, he felt the whole world cold, and his whole body ached like countless pins and needles.

He felt himself being picked up, and in a hazy way he heard two voices talking. Then there seemed to be a knock on the door, a cry for help, and a cry of confession.

Eventually, he was placed on the ground, and his consciousness drifted farther and farther away.

"Let me out!"

"I was wrong! I know it's wrong! ”

"I'm going to apologize to Mr. Councillor!"

"I promise to listen to him!" The duck screamed and banged on the iron door. Soon, there was the sound of bangbanging outside the door, followed by the shouting and scolding of the fat woman.

Finally there is the familiar sound of Kira slippers, Tara, Tara...... Just as the duck let out a desperate cry, a small medicine bag was stuffed in.

The male duck opened the medicine bag and stuffed the pills into his mouth. But he couldn't swallow it anymore.

He even felt his body joints stiffen. The white light passed in front of him, and then slowly receded. He felt pain all over his body.

He was lying behind the duck's voice, and the wind was whirring in his ears. The duck had a thin voice, and the bones in his back hurt him.

The duck carried him with his back and a figure beside him, and they ran through the wilderness, through the countryside, and into a street.

They began knocking on doors and calling for help from house to house.

"Help him! Please, save him! ”

"You can tell me to do anything, sir/madam, please save him!"

"He's so young! Please save him! Please! Please! Save him! "They knocked on the door over and over again, and pleaded over and over again.

Finally, a bearded man with a shotgun took over Brooklyn. The bearded man in only his pants and vest put him in a noisy car, and they went straight to the city.

………… Brooklyn opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling sunlight came into his eyes, making him subconsciously raise his arms to cover his eyes.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, Brooklyn lowered his arms and looked in front of him. It's business as usual.

He was lying in his bedroom. It's already the second day. Is it a dream? Or is it a real experience? Brooklyn stared at the light overhead.

The sound of a message on the phone woke Brooklyn in a daze. The text message was sent by Anne. In addition, the phone shows that he still has nineteen missed calls and dozens of unread text messages!

Brooklyn's gaze finally stopped at the time on the phone screen. 11:47！ He sat up from the bed.

Brooklyn couldn't bother anymore. He quickly put on his clothes and rushed into the bathroom. After spending ten minutes washing his face and brushing his teeth, taking a shower and putting on a casual coat, Brooklyn rushed downstairs.

In the living room, David and Ray were eating. One is holding a plate of braised pork bibimbap, and the other is holding a plate of braised pork rice bowl.

They ate deliciously. Hearing the sound from upstairs, the two looked over in unison.

"Why don't you call me! Brooklyn let out a scream. David and Ray looked at each other and shrugged.

"Hey, buddy! Hopefully you're not late! Ray smirked and threw his car keys. Brooklyn grabbed the key, and didn't even want to waste time rolling his eyes, and rushed out like the wind.

Soon, the sound of car engines sounded in the yard. Inside the room, Ray and David looked at each other and laughed evilly.

………… Brooklyn was lucky. Because Anne is a generous girl. She didn't blame her boyfriend for putting herself in the grid for most of the day, and she didn't answer the phone and didn't reply to the text messages.

Not only that, but after the two met, she asked with concern if something was going on in Brooklyn.

Brooklyn thought about it for a moment, and only said that he had drunk too much last night, without elaborating on the bizarre dream.

Seeing that Brooklyn didn't want to say more, Anne didn't ask more, and wisely chose to change the subject. She has compiled evidence of Regulus's offense and is ready to submit it to the state Supreme Court next week.

She really wanted to sue Regulus! Perhaps, no prosecutor can resist the temptation of an indicting judge?

Brooklyn didn't quite understand, but after listening to Anne's story, he gave his opinion.

"What are you going to do, Angus?" Brooklyn asked. The Powerball jackpot winner, Mr. 1.7 billion, Sal Angus, died unexpectedly after the draw, and the prize money will be inherited by his parents and sister.

For this, the Angus family fought fiercely. There were even rumors that his sister Julie Angus was going to murder her parents.

But the rumors eventually ended with the Angus personally picking up Julie Angus from the police station. However, the matter is not over, the car driven by the Angus family had an accident that day, fell off a cliff, and no one survived except Julie Angus.

Based on the trace evidence extracted by the police from the scene, the prosecution charged Julie Angus with intentional murder, and unexpectedly lost the case when there was more evidence to do so.

Now Julie Angus is the sole heir.

"After Regulus is removed from his post for investigation, won't all the eucalyptus he has tried be re-examined?" Anne asked, puzzled

"Angus Eucalyptus will also be re-examined, right?" Brooklyn shook her head

"Not necessarily." There has never been a statute or provision that clearly states that after a judge has committed or acted something, all the cases he has dealt with will be re-examined.

Nor has there ever been an explicit provision for what kind of documents may not be subject to re-examination. There is no specific criterion for whether or not to review, and in practice, everyone often divides the judge's objectivity and sobriety in the trial according to his or her behavior.

Regulus this is only possible, not 100% sure will be re-examined! Brooklyn recounted the situation and asked again

"What about the lawyer?"

"Which? Bobby Singh? Seeing Brooklyn nod, Anne said

"Regulus has pleaded not guilty, and we have not found the ledger. So—" She shrugged

"Even if there is really something between them, there is nothing we can do." Brooklyn probed and glanced at Anne curiously.

It's not like her style. In fact, none of these answers to Regulus are in her style.

"It's not like you." Brooklyn said, shaking his head.

"What should I do?" Anne asked, raising an eyebrow. Brooklyn thought for a moment and guessed

"You should bite Regulus and Bobby Singh to the death, and swear to dig up their 'private affairs'!"

"You're going to continue to take over Angus, and you're going to have to send Julie Angus to prison."

"Am I that hateful?" Anne asked. Brooklyn shook her head

"No, it's not hateful. It's attachment. ”

"You've always been persistent. Regulus suddenly gave up halfway through. ”

"Tell me, who are you? Where did I hide my Annie? Brooklyn said deliberately fiercely, jokingly.

Anne smiled happily and said in a cohesive tone

"Persistent Anne was captured by aliens and is now 'Bad Girl' Anne!"

"Oh! Not bad! I love 'bad girls'! Brooklyn whistled. After laughing, Anne replied solemnly

"You're right, there's no way I'm going to give up."

"I need Regulus to be convicted first, to be legally searched, and then to pull out Bobby Singh. As for Angus eucalyptus...... When Regulus is convicted, is it certain that Angus will be retried soon? Brooklyn shook her head.

Anne is smart, sensible, and disciplined, but her views on political struggle are still somewhat naïve.

In any case, Regulus could not have been convicted on charges consistent with actual criminal conduct. Especially in this period when the cards have just been reshuffled and most of the power is highly concentrated in the hands of a very small number of people.

The New York Supreme Court judge could not have agreed to allow Regulus to be convicted. According to Brooklyn's speculation, there is a high probability that Regulus will be acquitted and then 'resigned'.

Although Anne did not mean to do so, the reality is that the Supreme Court judge will see the case as a test of the District Attorney's Office's attitude towards the state courts.

In his opinion, if he does not respond strongly, the District Attorney's Office will take action against the court on a large scale. Considering the puzzling combination of Chandler Cain and Frank Reagan, combined with the crazy wave that Frank just set off some time ago...... Even if it were Brooklyn, he would have made the same choice.

No one dares to bet! Even though Brooklyn knew that this was just Anne's personal idea, it did not involve the District Attorney's Office and the NYPD.

But he can't guarantee that the NYPD and the District Attorney's Office will be added in the future. After all, it's a great opportunity to prosecute a judge.

Once successful, they can 'copy-paste' against other judges. So far, no federal judge has been convicted solely on the basis of prosecutor or police investigations.

All convicted judges are the judges' own decisions. Including those who have served as judges.

Brooklyn explains the story in general. Anne wasn't a silly white sweet who didn't understand anything, and she quickly understood what Brooklyn was saying.

Finding out that she might be busy and end up doing useless work left Anne a little frustrated.

"I can call the state court if you need to." Brooklyn Road. Anne shook her head in refusal.

She vaguely knew what Brooklyn had done last weekend, and knew that Brooklyn had a lot of power, but she still didn't want to borrow Brooklyn's power.

Brooklyn's is Brooklyn's, not hers. She is not attached to the vines of Brooklyn, and she cannot survive without Brooklyn.

Rather than help Brooklyn, Anne would rather have done it herself. Brooklyn glanced at Anne, pulled into the parking space, and didn't get out of the car immediately after turning off the engine — they had already arrived at the orphanage.

"Listen to me, Annie." He said

"It's not about needing help, it's about identity."

"If you're also a judge, go and say it, and he'll agree." That's weird! Can a young man with a bright future speak with the same weight as an old man who is dying?

Anne smiled

"Thanks, but I'd like to try it first, and if it doesn't work, I'll ask you for help." She pointed to the opposite side

"Let's go, the dean's wife is here."