“shut！ up！！ Orvis screamed, drawing the attention of all the passengers in the front row.

Orvis closed his eyes, clenched his ears hard, and shouted. Finally, the cacophony of accusations died away, and the world fell silent.

She stood up from her seat, opened her eyes, and slowly lowered her hands to meet the passengers.

"Look what!!" Orvis yelled at them. The passengers spun back. Orvis tried to walk forward, but he stumbled over the bag that had fallen on the ground.

She held on to the back of the chair in front of her to stabilize her body, bit her lower lip, kicked the schoolbag hard, bent down to pick it up, hugged it tightly in her arms, closed her eyes, and slowly slid down, sliding down...... Orvis crouched on the ground, trying to hold back tears.

After a long time, she wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up, and walked to the car door with her schoolbag on her back.

"I'm getting out of the car." She said to the driver.

"You can't park here." The driver said without raising his head.

"I said, I'm going to get off!! Stop the car!! Orvis yelled at the driver. Snort - The driver shuddered and stepped on the brakes.

Orvis walked down the steps and glanced back at the passengers in the car, who avoided making contact with her.

Walking down the last stairs, the wind and waves brought by the bus behind him blew his hair up. Orvis opened his backpack, pulled out a piece of rope that he didn't know what to do, brushed his hair, tied it into a ponytail with the rope, put his bag back on his back, and walked forward.

The place to get off the bus was chosen by Orvis, or she didn't choose at all, just to get out of the small, enclosed space as soon as possible, and stay away from those who were pointing at her.

But luckily for her, there was a gas station not far in front of her. Orvis walked to the gas station, stood outside the door for a moment, took a deep breath, and pushed the door in.

She found the telephone, dialed the number of the little fat man Raymond Newman from memory, and the moment she dialed, Orvis hung up.

What are you calling him for? What can you do? Orvis put down the phone, turned away from the gas station, and walked aimlessly down the road.

The other side. The bus was stopped by the Arkansas State Police after a short drive out, and a state police officer got on the bus with his mobile phone and went through all the passengers, then grabbed the phone and asked

"Is she there?"

"No, not rein." Frank's voice came from the phone. The state police nodded and came to the driver.

"Did anyone get off the bus on the way from Sersi here?" The driver didn't know what the police were looking for, he didn't want to get into trouble, he just wanted to get the police away quickly, so he nodded and described the waves of passengers who got off the bus during the period.

"The last one." Frank's voice came from his phone. The state police confirmed to the driver again where Oves got off the bus, stepped out of the car, got into the police car, turned on the siren and whistled in the opposite direction of the bus.

The bus closed the door again, and the driver patted his chest to start the car and continue on the road. The passengers in the car were already whispering, speculating whether the woman who seduced and blackmailed and was exposed to the L photo still had a bottom.................. New York, e.. y。

Today is May 1st, and it is Brooklyn's turn to be on duty, along with Judge Alan Hope of Court 4.

As a result of his shift, Brooklyn was busy, and in addition to his normal work, he had to review and distribute the indictments to each courtroom according to the preferences of each judge who had been reported before.

This is a tedious and mechanical job, but it requires a high level of professionalism. The review of the indictment requires the judge to confirm within a very short period of time whether the contents of the indictment are admissible, i.e., whether the conflict between the parties involves legal issues.

Ordinary people don't care about this, many people just have a hot brain, they will yell at the other party in the conflict, 'I want to sue you', and then write an indictment and throw it into the court's mailbox.

Some of these conflicts have no legal issues at all, but are just ordinary conflicts. In some cases, due to the writer's literary literacy, there are a large number of spelling and word use errors, and one thing is said upside down, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it should be accepted or not.

After selecting the indictment to be accepted, it is also necessary to quickly make a judgment on which conflicts are 'high value' and which are 'low value' based on the content of the indictment.

The so-called 'high value' and 'low value' can be simply understood as the complexity and severity of the severity.

After the classification of the indictment according to the nature of the indictment, the arraignment process is also carried out. There are only a few judges like Brooklyn who like to preside over the pre-trial and hearings themselves and issue their own subpoenas, and most judges like to hand over the work to the judge on duty, who will further confirm the case and take over the follow-up work directly.

The whole process requires a high level of professionalism and judgment from the individual. After only one day, the two interns, who were still curious and yearning for the court, began to shirk each other.

Today, Brooklyn was in full swing, and 17 pre-trial and hearings were completed in one day, and the clerk was directly abolished.

In the last few cases, Jerry stood in the clerk's seat, instructing Peter and Joseph Jr., and occasionally asking the speaker to slow down or pause for a while.

Whenever Jerry asked to lower the speed or pause, even Brooklyn didn't dare to disobey.

The pre-trial and hearing are to form a written record and file together with the trial materials. So when the last group of parties left, Brooklyn announced that today's work was over, everyone was slumped in position.

Little Joseph was lying directly in Jerry's arms, pitifully raising his hands and asking Jerry to take him to L&O Bar for a drink tonight.

Joseph Jr. is very good at socializing, and he has only been in Court No. 9 for a few days, and he has already mingled with everyone.

Especially Jerry and Nelly, who took him, in front of these two people, he completely let go and behaved like a child.

Sometimes little Joseph even dared to make a little joke with Brooklyn, without the mature and well-behaved adult appearance in front of Christian Albert.

On the contrary, with his classmates, little Joseph behaved very ordinary. He came e.. Y spent almost all of her time with the people in Court No. 9, and the most of them was following Jerry's ass and asking questions, not knowing what politeness was at all.

When he met his classmates at the courthouse, he hardly greeted him. After work, I also walked alone, and I hardly intersected with my classmates.

This was clearly an anomaly, but the people in Court 9 did not rush to ask why. Jerry pushed little Joseph away, pouting in disgust as he sorted through the mess of papers.

"I'm going home in a moment." Jerry refused. Little Joseph came up again, quickly helped to sort through the papers, and asked

"I don't know where you live, so let's go to your house together."

"I'm the only one at home at night, and it's not interesting to eat. How about we eat together? ”

"Not good." Jerry shook his head and refused

"Reilly is coming. I have to have dinner with him. Although the problem between Reilly Winston and Patty was resolved, the trouble caused by their entanglement did not disappear as the problem was solved.

Jerry intellectually understands his father's approach, but emotionally can't accept it. He couldn't even look directly at Reilly, and every time he saw Reilly's face, he automatically remembered the 'daddy' tape that Patty had shown him.

It's just weird! Reilly Winston patiently salvaged the little 'father-son relationship'.

How effective it will be is unknown for the time being.

"I can be together!" Little Joseph came up again unconsciously

"Governor Raleigh has a lot of support, and I've always wanted to meet him in person, he's very popular among the young crowd and is an idol to many."

"It's also my idol." Jerry slapped his hand, glanced at little Joseph, and secretly slandered: What do you support him?

Then he couldn't help but think of the Daddy tape, Reilly Winston's 'love interpretation'........................ Today it was Ray's turn to drive.

Brooklyn sat in the passenger seat, texting constantly. He's asking Frank about his work with Reilly.

Judging by the number of indictments today, their efficiency is actually considerable, and if all goes according to plan, they can even knock out half of Pence Norton's power when he notices.

But the plan has changed. Orvis is missing again! Pence Norton, for his part, is simply maintaining the current level of publicity.

This left Brooklyn to consider the possibility that Ovis had fallen into the hands of Burns Norton. In the afternoon, word came from Arkansas that Owes had gotten off the bus before state police stopped it.

Following the direction pointed out by the bus driver, the state police quickly found the gas station where Orvis had stopped briefly and made a phone call, and then there were no clues.

Brooklyn consulted with Walter O'Brien, and they tried to locate Ovis's phone, but failed.

This is undoubtedly bad news. The phone cannot be located, one may be turned off, and the other may be damaged.

Whichever is possible, why should Ovis, as a normal ordinary young man, turn off his computer if he is not under control?

Why drop your phone? Walter O'Brien is still spying on Orvis's social accounts, but unfortunately there is no movement, and there is little hope.

The phone number that the Arkansas state police got from a convenience store has a new clue. According to the investigation, the number belonged to a young man named Raymond Newman.

Raymond Newman and Owis had agreed to travel from New York on the same bus. The two men may know each other.

In addition, the NYPD also found that Raymond Newman had just been arrested and imprisoned for domestic violence before being released.

Thinking about Ovis's experience, even though he knew that Ovis was not the kind of person advertised on the Internet, Brooklyn couldn't help but wonder if her disappearance would have something to do with Raymond Newman.

This is the best option possible! At least Raymond Newman is just domestic violence and doesn't rise to the point of homicide.

If Orvis falls into the hands of Burns Norton, it is impossible to say that he will really be secretly disposed of. It would be even more terrifying if Orvis hadn't fallen into the hands of Burnse Norton or Raymond Newman – she might have seen those pictures on the Internet and chosen to end her life!

Given that the reality was far from what was expected in the Brooklyn plan, Frank was already starting to feel uneasy.

The way he behaved uneasy was simple - Frank became much more irritable. This time it's really grumpy, not a pretense of pretending.

Brooklyn needs to calm Frank's emotions and stabilize the 'morale' of the army, while anticipating the development of the situation and preparing for the next step in advance.

Regardless of who Orvis falls into, Brooklyn must be prepared to be secretly disposed of by Burns Norton.

This means that the plan to use Orvis to catch Edward and then use Edward to catch Burns is completely ruined, and they need to be prepared to go toe-to-toe with Burns Norton.

……………… Late at night, Arkansas, an unknown lot on an unknown highway. Orvis had been gone all afternoon, cold and hungry.

She touched her rumbling belly, pulled out the bottle of water she had bought at the San Antonio station in the morning and shook it, and found that it was gone.

We can't go on like this! Orvis plucked up his courage, stopped with his backpack in his hand, and stood on the side of the road ready to hitchhike.

Luckily, less than two hours later, she saw a bright light appear in the distance, which quickly amplified and drove towards her with a clear rumbling sound, and finally turned into a hot-sprayed van and stopped beside her.

The window lowered, and a shirtless man with small red bumps around his neck poked his head out.

"Hey, ma'am! Want to hitchhike? "As the windows were lowered, deafening music poured out, forcing the driver to raise his voice.

Orvis looked at the driver, his eyes lingering on the metal nails on the driver's nose, forehead, and ears for a moment, and finally glanced at the driver's bare upper body, subconsciously took a step back, and shook his head.

The driver put one arm on the window and looked Orvis up and down. Orvis felt a chill run down his back.

Just as she was about to turn and run away, another voice rang out.

"Hey, it's 50 kilometers from the nearest county seat, are you going to just walk there?" A girl dressed in gothic style poked her head out and asked.

Seeing Orvis turn her head, the girl smiled and introduced in a gentle tone

"This is my boyfriend, and we're going back to my mom's house."

"Don't look at him dressed scary, he's actually a good guy."

"How did you come to a place like this alone? There are wolves in the mountains here. Seeing the girl, Orvis lowered his guard slightly.

"Hello, my name is Ovis, Ovis de Silva Velázquez." Orvis stepped forward and hesitated.

The girl raised an eyebrow, glanced at her boyfriend, and whistled at Orvis.

"Just call me Golia. His name is Leo. ”

"Come on. We happened to drop by. With that, Goliath opened the side door and invited. Orvis was still a little wary, she felt that the stranger in front of her was too enthusiastic.

But they didn't insult and ridicule themselves because they had been QJ, they looked at themselves differently than those on the bus.

Orvis faltered a little. In front of Golia and Leo, she felt as if she had gone back to ten days ago, when nothing had happened......