Wednesday, May 8th. While Brooklyn was so busy that he almost forgot that he was a judge, a special plane landed at JFK International Airport.

Four men, two women and six people stepped off the plane and took a special bus to the NYPD headquarters. When they arrived, David, who had been waiting early, greeted them directly into a conference room that was spacious enough.

The conference room was filled with whiteboards with a large number of photographs, and the dense lines between the photos and the abbreviations of the relationship between the characters were dazzling.

Frank is not to be seen on such occasions. Soon after he was promoted to director, Frank left the front-line work, no longer responsible for specific matters, and turned to 'behind the scenes'.

He was responsible for securing funding for the NYPD, replacing equipment, negotiating cooperation among various departments, introducing contacts, and dealing with the aftermath...... In short, it is not responsible for front-line work.

But that doesn't mean Frank's director is doing a bad job. On the contrary, he did an excellent job.

With Frank as the 'logistics chief', the other NYPD officers hardly spend their energy anywhere outside of their own jobs, they just need to do their jobs, and they don't have to think about anything else.

Even if they take the mayor of New York City on the street, Frank can clean up the aftermath for them and not let the inexplicable punishment fall on the police.

They're all about to forget the hardships of Frank's previous NYPD work. Frank is like a wall, a mountain, that separates the officers from the complicated interpersonal matters, helps them withstand the pressure from all sides, and allows them to work purely.

From this point of view, Frank's ability is actually very good. Just like his accurate judgment of choosing to ask BAU for help as soon as he heard his subordinates' report on his fate, and calling BAU to help break the eucalyptus, he can always find solutions to the problems of his subordinates.

In fact, working for Frank is a very comfortable process. Frank was too busy cutting off Burns Norton's wings to meet Bau.

Therefore, the work of dealing with BAU fell on David's shoulders. It was an amend-up to David and a gesture of goodwill by Frank to Brooklyn.

David didn't think much of it, and when he received the rumor and learned that Bau would come to his aid, he was so engrossed in the pyrocalyptus that he even stalled to collect the 'incriminating evidence' of Frank.

The BAU members who have arrived this time have changed from last time. Jason Gideon, who was uncomfortable in Brooklyn, was gone, replaced by an Italian-American, dressed in a suit, with dark hair and slightly loose facial skin that could not be identified.

After shaking hands with Aaron Hooch, David asked with concern as his eyes swept around the BAU members behind him

"Didn't Jason come?" Jason Gideon's subtle grip on the psychology of criminals left a deep impression on David.

"He resigned." Aaron Hodge shook his head and said. His spirits were not very good, his face was full of exhaustion, his eyes were heavily packed, and his eyes were slightly blue.

Aaron Hooch is actually a very strong person, but this meeting made David feel like a weak little girl.

"Need a break?" David asked. Aaron Hodge paused and shook his head

"It's okay, I'm fine, let's get started." After taking two steps inside, he took out the introduction document he received and put it on the table, and was just about to open his mouth to discuss the situation, when Aaron Hooch remembered that there was still someone who had not been introduced.

He gestured to the Italian-descendant man sitting across from him, whose age was endemic

"This is David Rossi, our new member."

"He has a deep knowledge of criminal justice and is one of the founders of BAU."

"This is David Portman, the leader of the NYPD's Eucalyptus Group." The two people who were introduced were stunned, looked at each other, and then stretched out their hands in unison to shake each other and smiled slightly.

Aaron Hooch also realized that both of them were called David, and pulled out a forced smile.

"Let's get started." He said. On May 1, in Bronxville, north of Mount Vernon, the Berts were found dead in their home.

The murderer's methods were extremely cruel. Immediately after the eucalyptus was issued, the local police department initiated an investigation process. On May 5, Bert Jr., a survivor of the Bert family, was killed.

The Bronxville Police Department, realizing that something was wrong, sent the case to the NYPD. After Frank read it, he did not let the murder team try to solve it, but directly reported it to the FBI and invited BAU to participate in the investigation.

Therefore, David actually didn't know much more about eucalyptus than Bau.

"This is a live photo of the Berts." David pointed to the photograph and introduced. In the photo, the Berts are lying on the bed, their upper body soaked in a large amount of blood, and their heads are missing.

In the next living room photo, the heads of the Berts are stacked on top of each other on the dining table.

The room was turned into a mess, and Mrs. Bert's jewelry, Mr. Bert's watch, and the family's cash deposits were all missing.

There were no signs of prying on the door locks, and the windows were not broken or damaged. Then there is a picture of Little Bert.

The killer dealt with him in a similar way to his parents, but more casually, with his head dumped in the trash.

"The killer has not been seen since May 5." David summed it up in one sentence. David Rossi looked at the other David, pursed his lips, wiped his thumb and raised his hand.

"Materiel's information." David Portman understood and pushed a piece of information back. The bag slid down the conference table and came to a stop in front of David Rossi.

David Rossi raised an eyebrow and touched the thickness of the file bag, which was not immediately opened. There's a lot of stuff in it, and I can't finish it for a while.

"Drug ingredients were detected in the Berts' bodies, and it was initially inferred that the murderers were acquaintances of the Berts." Seeing that no one spoke, David got up again.

He posted two photos of the dining table. There are not only heads on the table, but also plates and dishes. Then he switched to the bedroom.

"Our bloodstain analysts tend to believe that the killer was beheaded directly, but there were traces of torture of the body after the death of the Berts. Multiple cuts were found on the body, all of which were caused after death. ”

"Seeking wealth is an illusion, and the murderer is seeking revenge!" David Rossi raised his hand and said firmly. David Portman nodded

"Consistent with my judgment."

"And the killer was someone known to the Berts, which is why there is no trace of a break-in."

"But the killer was cautious and did not leave a trace at the scene."

"If it's revenge, killing the adults is enough, why do you want to do it to Little Bert?" It was Emily, the new joiner, who spoke.

In such cases, JJ, who is in charge of communication, usually does not speak casually.

"If I'm a criminal, I'm going to do it just to cut the roots." Derek Morgan said.

“no。” David Rossi looked at David Portman and shook his head in denial

"One on the table and one in the trash. It is clear that the real hatred is directed at Bert Jr. Mr. and Mrs. Bert were angry. ”

"It's more of a ritual to put it on the table, and it's disdain to be in the trash." David Rossi licked his lips and concluded

"From May 3 to May 5, the murderer's state of mind changed. His anger had subsided. He is no longer an impulsive crime controlled by emotions. Killing little Bert is very different from killing the Berts. ”

"He was furious when he killed Mr. and Mrs. Bert, and he had an emotional catharsis at the scene."

"When he killed Little Bert, he was calm, and he didn't even look like he was taking revenge, just doing what had to be done. Kill, leave. After a pause, David Rossi said solemnly

"We're dealing with a sane madman." ……………… While the two Davids are pondering for sane madmen, a strange thing happens to Brooklyn.

As time passed, the losers who were destined to be sent in had been dealt with more or less the same, and all that remained was to arrange the court step by step, hold the trial, and then pronounce the verdict.

The judges of the New York courts finally breathed a sigh of relief. The number of indictments has returned to normal levels, and everyone's lives are back on track.

Brooklyn, as the judge on duty, felt this very clearly. The proportion of the indictments he receives every day begins to increase gradually.

In addition to reviewing the indictment and deciding whether to accept it, the judge on duty also has an important job, which is to open the hearing and prepare for the subsequent work of the judge.

This strange incident was encountered at the hearing. The plaintiff sues the defendant for extortion, and the defendant sues the plaintiff for destroying other people's property and demands compensation from the plaintiff.

It was just a very ordinary thing. If you cannot afford to pay compensation, you can sue the court, and the court will assess the financial situation of the vandal.

The key lies in the price. The plaintiff happily promised to pay compensation and kept apologizing, but the defendant was unwilling to accept it.

After listening in the courtroom for a while, Brooklyn kind of understood. The plaintiff and the defendant were close friends, the two families had been neighbors since childhood, their parents were friends, and they grew up together.

But when they were in middle school, there was an accident in the defendant's family. He made an appointment with his parents that if he got good grades that semester, he would buy him a computer as a gift.

On the day I went to buy a gift, my parents drove away early. When I came back in the evening, there was only a police car pulling a computer.

The local sheriff told him that his parents had an accident on the way back and died after rescue efforts failed. This computer was his parents' last gift to him.

The defendant cherished the computer very much, especially after seeing the blessings written to him by his parents on the packaging, the defendant completely collapsed.

Later, the defendant was adopted by the plaintiff's family, and the two continued to study together, grew up, and came to work together in New York.

Wherever he went, the defendant took that computer with him. As a result, yesterday afternoon, the two of them were playing games on the home computer, and because they were so excited, the plaintiff stretched his long legs and bounced wildly, and accidentally kicked down the book under the computer, and the computer fell to the ground, thud, and shattered.

The defendant brought the computer to the courtroom. It was an old computer with a big butt and a heavy glass screen, and Brooklyn didn't know where else to find something so old except for a scrap yard and antique collectors.

The defendant demanded compensation from the plaintiff for his computer. It's not new, it's not exactly the same, it's just this computer.

But this computer is completely broken, and if you want it to continue working, you can either replace the parts and repair it, or buy a new one.

However, neither option was acceptable to the defendant. He considered it the last gift from his parents, which was priceless.

The plaintiff was also anxious by the defendant's toss, saying, 'Isn't it just a computer, I'll pay you' The defendant asked rhetorically, 'Can you afford it?' and then offered a sky-high price of 500w.

In the courtroom, the original defendant is still arguing, and there is a tendency to get worse. Brooklyn didn't speak, but beckoned to the clerk's seat.

Little Joseph, who was quietly looking back at Brooklyn, was stunned and stabbed Jerry. He was sitting in a position where he couldn't see Brooklyn, but in order to better observe and learn about the Brooklyn trial, he quietly replaced his chair and made it 5 centimeters taller than before.

That way, he could see Brooklyn's whole face. Jerry, who had been stabbed, looked at little Joseph suspiciously.

This is a hearing and the contents of this stage may not be recorded in the file for archiving, and the Registrar will generally not record it unless necessary.

Because of this, Jerry at this stage is very idle. Joseph Jr. pointed to Brooklyn.

"Scrivener, take notes." Brooklyn shouted. He opened his mouth, and it did not affect the original defendant, and the two had already quarreled with each other.

One said that his joining took away his parents' love for him, and that he was a parasite. One said that if he hadn't come up with the idea to buy a computer, his parents wouldn't have died.

The two sides are getting closer and closer, and it looks like a fight is about to start. Ray took a reluctant John over and separated the two.

John was indeed reluctant, he was watching the play with relish.

"Losing a parent is a painful experience, but if you lose a friend again, it will undoubtedly be a painful experience. Therefore, I need to ask again before I am officially accepted. ”

"Plaintiff, if the defendant no longer asks you to compensate 500w, but asks you to bear all the repair costs, can you accept it?" The plaintiff hesitated for a moment, then nodded a little embarrassed.

"Clerk, for the record, the plaintiff is acceptable to withdraw the lawsuit." After saying a word, Brooklyn turned to the defendant

"500w compensation, are you serious?" In fact, anyone can hear that 500w is just angry words for a while.

As long as he is still a person with a normal IQ, it is impossible to ask for 500w for an antique computer.

To ask for 500w compensation, the main thing is the added value of this computer. It carries the defendant's longing for his parents.

The value of emotions cannot be measured in money. It's like this computer is worthless to Brooklyn but worth 500w to the defendant.

The defendant was hesitant.

"Before answering, I hope you will think about it." Brooklyn reminded

"If you insist, in the follow-up trial, once you can't prove that the computer is really worth 500w, you may face huge damages and imprisonment for extortion." As soon as Brooklyn's words came out, the defendant, who had been hesitant, no longer hesitated.

He nodded. Brooklyn froze. Peter even exclaimed. Joseph Jr. looked back at Brooklyn again.

Brooklyn came to his senses and tapped the gavel.

"OK, as you wish."