Thanks to their superb skill, the defendant's lawyer successfully pulled them out of the vortex of perjury.

Witness No. 78 was taken away by the bailiff for investigation, and a court indictment awaits him. Although the witnesses were removed, the trial continued.

However, due to the experience of bribing witnesses, the plaintiff did not dare to apply for witnesses to testify in court, so they could only apply for physical evidence, combined with Tranco's explanation and narration, so as to promote the situation.

The defendants had no such concerns, and instead of stopping there, they continued to apply for other employees of the Succubus Feast Company's Orvis team to testify that Edward Norton did not infringe on Orvis.

There is a huge gap between the fact that one side is narrated in combination with physical evidence, and the other side is narrated directly by human witnesses.

When Brooklyn announced the adjournment, Jason Bull got the latest results through headphones. They had a busy day and won only three jurors.

After returning to the company and analyzing it, it was found that although the jury felt that the defendant's method of buying witnesses was very bad and they also hated the defendant, they always maintained their sanity in determining the facts of the crime, and they were more inclined to conclude that the defendant did not violate Orvis.

After carefully observing the real-time changes in the mirror jury, Jason discovered a very important problem.

The highest level of support they received today was when Witness 78 was debunked, and when Brooklyn announced that 78 would be expelled from the courtroom and that he would be held legally responsible, the mirror jury even applauded.

"Our jury is more rational than the average jury!" Jason Bull said, staring at the screen. He turned to Tranco and said with great interest

"Maybe we've been going in the wrong direction all along."

"The jury's disgust for the defendant comes from the defendant's disorderly behavior itself." ………… Unbeknownst to Brooklyn, Jason Bull had discovered the best feature of his handpicked jury, and he was sitting at the dinner table with Ray, flipping through envelopes as he ate.

When they came back earlier, they received a large stack of bills, which they were opening one by one. After checking the water bill, Brooklyn stuffed it back into the envelope and complained to Thunder

"We're next to the Atlantic, so why is water so expensive?"

"We don't even have a swimming pool, so why are we consuming so much water?"

"Maybe it'...... Wait a minute. Ray shrugged, just about to joke with Brooklyn, when he saw the envelope in Brooklyn's hand and suddenly stood up and pressed Brooklyn's arm.

Brooklyn grabbed a paper cutter in his hand and looked at Ray suspiciously. Ray didn't speak, but came to Brooklyn's side with a solemn face, picked up the bulging envelope with both hands, and listened carefully to his ear.

A moment later, he took the knife from Brooklyn's hand and carefully cut a corner. Brooklyn couldn't help but stand up, infected by the tension that Ray had created, and then nervous.

Lei Cut's action of opening the envelope was very slow, and he observed as he cut. It took a minute to completely cut one side.

Putting down the knife, Ray pulled out a plastic bag from the envelope, which contained a flat box, along with a letter that was also in a plastic bag, sticky and wet.

The two looked at each other, and Ray raised his hand to stop Brooklyn from going straight to the door, and walked up to the third floor with the two items.

The third floor has been used by Ray since it was renovated, and Brooklyn rarely comes here, only to find that it has been transformed by Ray.

Chose a small room to enter, put these two items into a closed transparent operation box, Lei carefully opened the box, and a red mass immediately ejected out, and the lake hit the inner wall of the operation box with a pop.

It was a mass of entrails of an unknown animal, which seemed to have been sitting for a while, and there were maggots wriggling on it.

Ray rummaged through the box to make sure there was nothing else, then turned around and walked over to another box.

Inside was the envelope stained with red liquid.

"Some people will smear cyanide or volatile chemicals and biological agents on the letter paper, and the person who opens the letter is unguarded and can easily be tricked." With an explanation, Ray tore open the seal and pulled out the letter inside.

The letter was a two-page paper, the first of which contained a lot of cursed words against Brooklyn, such as 'You will go to hell,' 'You deserve it,' 'You will be burned alive,' and so on, each cursed with a viscous red liquid.

Ray said it was human blood. The second page is an interpretation of the first page. The sender seems to be a painter with a mature style, and he vividly drew the seventeen ways of dying in Brooklyn on a piece of stationery.

Burning, shooting, stoning, throat slitting, hanging, car accidents, wet ...... What is mentioned on the first page, is shown on the second page.

After reading the two pages of the letter, Ray began to busily check the letter for dangerous substances, while Brooklyn stood aside and watched Ray operate.

"I thought I would receive a threatening letter in my first year as a judge, but I only got it now." Ray didn't say a word and continued to be busy.

"Don't you need to call the police?" Brooklyn asked. Ray is the equivalent of Brooklyn's personal security adviser, and when it comes to security, Brooklyn does not make his own decisions, but takes Ray's opinion into account.

"The NYPD has been busy lately, and they may not have time to test." Ray said, took several samples from the letter paper, put them in boxes, and labeled them one by one.

"I can only do basic testing here, and more specifically, I have to send it to a large testing institution." With that, Ray expertly packed the sample into the envelope and began to fill in the address.

After filling in the address, the two went back downstairs. Something like this, especially after seeing that disgusting mass of animal offal, Brooklyn no longer had the appetite to continue eating.

On the contrary, it was Lei, who was not affected in the slightest, and ate with relish. After dinner, Brooklyn washed the dishes quickly, and Ray went out with envelopes one by one.

After cleaning up, Brooklyn sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and unconsciously adjusted the channel, speculating about who sent this thing.

Although there are many enemies he has erected at present, there are actually two kinds of enemies, one is the Pence Norton in New York and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals of Pence Norton, and the other is the parties or related figures of the parties who have been tried.

Brooklyn called Bob and asked him to check if any of the criminals he had handled had recently been released or executed.

Thanks to the convenience of the server built by Scorpio, Bob quickly replied. No convicts in Brooklyn have been released or executed in the recent past.

So it's from Pence Norton? Brooklyn put down the phone, a little confused.

Scare yourself to death? That's really creative........................ The next day, Friday. On the way to work.

Ray said as he drove

"I asked a friend, and he told me that the paintings were made by someone with a religious background." Brooklyn pursed her lips.

It was nothing like what he had guessed last night. If it was really a religious person, then he had to pay attention to it.

But what he couldn't figure out was that he had never provoked religious figures, so why would some religious people send him threatening letters.

Ray continued

"Don't worry, I've already asked a friend to inquire. You have never had a conflict with a religious person, you have never publicly expressed your likes and dislikes for a particular religion, and the eucalyptus you have handled is almost impossible to stand with religion, so it should be a misunderstanding. "Ray doesn't want to go against religious people if he can.

No one likes to go against a bunch of crazy people of faith. Religious? Brooklyn suddenly realized. The only thing he has done recently related to religious beliefs is a proposal at an internal Harvard meeting!

That is a proposal that threatens to touch on the law of rights and thus freedom of religion or belief. And the idea of this proposal came from Ovis, from the confrontation with Burns Norton.

The problem is that this proposal does not even have a draft at present, it is still in the theoretical state that has just been proposed, and he has only said it at the meeting, and has not leaked it to the public at all.

Thinking of this, Brooklyn took out his phone and edited a text message for Burke, but deleted it all after writing it.

He put his phone back on and whispered his guess to Ray. Before Ray could be surprised, they had already reached the parking lot.

"You're crazy!" Ray got out of the car, habitually looked around, and sighed.

"Excessive freedom is chaos. The law of rights is a breeding ground for all contradictions. Brooklyn replied, grabbed his bag and walked towards the elevator.

Ray glanced at Brooklyn and didn't say anything more, except that his constant glances at Brooklyn revealed that he was not at peace inside.

Coming to the office, changing into a robe, and waiting for the computer to turn on, Brooklyn was making coffee with a cup, and Bob came in with a large cardboard box.

"What's that?" Brooklyn glanced at it and asked casually.

"I don't know, your courier." With that, Bob put the cardboard box on the ground and complained

"What did you buy, so light? It can't be a sex toy, right? ”

"I'll take a look!" Little Joseph waved his scissors and unpacked the package. Ray frowned, and subconsciously stopped Brooklyn, who stepped forward to watch.

Bob and Nelly gathered around with great interest, glaring at little Joseph with great interest as they opened the mysterious delivery.

"Bought on Amazon? Oh my God, only the elderly are using Amazon! Little Joseph sighed and picked up the cardboard box.

A rich smell of hydrogen sulfide mixed with fermented feces and urine, mixed with the smell of rotting and spoiled meat, came to my nose.

Dark red blood flowed from crumbs and maggots the size of white rice grains.

"Security, Chief Justice's Office." Nelly covered her mouth, retching as she turned and trotted to her workstation, picked up the phone and shouted.

After saying that, he didn't bother to hang up the phone at all, so he rushed to the bathroom with Joseph Jr. and the others. Brooklyn stood there frowning and watched the blood spread, watching the wriggling maggots spread around, and after enduring it for a while, his brain shut down, retching and rushing out.

Only Ray squatted there, putting on the gloves that had been turned out of the medical box, and pulling out a piece of wet letter paper from the cardboard box.

It depicts the Brooklyn Zombie Wilderness in the same style as last night, with maggots crawling on its belly.

After making sure there was nothing inside but a pile of debris, Ray took off his gloves and grabbed the phone that was dangling in the air

"You don't have to come up, let the cleaning department come up and clean up. Well, here's the comparison...... Dirty. With that, Ray hung up the phone, retched, and walked out of the office quickly.

………… An hour later. The puddle on the office floor had been cleared, the stench had gone, and the air was filled with the scent of oranges.

The members of Court 9 were slumped on the couches, looking listless. They had just vomited in the toilet and held the toilet, and they vomited breakfast and overnight meal, and the whole person was about to collapse.

"Are you really not calling the police?" Nelly asked feebly.

"The NYPD has been busy lately, so I'm afraid I won't be able to find out anything." Brooklyn made an excuse to prevaricate, wiped his face, stood up and clapped his hands.

"Okay, it's been delayed for half an hour."

"What to do, I'll have lunch today as compensation." Hearing the lunch, little Joseph subconsciously remembered the box - he was the one who opened the box, the closest to the box, the most carefully observed, and the smell that came to his face was the worst.

"Gross~~" Little Joseph covered his mouth and rushed out. Brooklyn shook his head, put on the robe he borrowed from the judge next door, hugged the computer and prepared to leave, seeing that Bob was still going to get a glass of water, Brooklyn quickly shook his head

“no！” Bob subconsciously glanced at the location of the cardboard box, his face was pale, and his fat body trembled for a while, and he hurriedly put down the cup and hurried away with Brooklyn's pace.

Security services. Ray was 'unboxing' with the courthouse security. After completely 'disintegrating' the box, I finally figured out why the liquid was suddenly leaking out.

The sender packed the large bag of liquid in a film plastic bag, sealed it and stuffed it into a cardboard box filled with shredded paper scraps, and buried a nail in it with a sleeve.

The nail is attached to one end with a thin thread attached to the seal of the carton seal. When Joseph Jr. opened the seal, he pulled the thin thread and drove the nail to poke out of the casing, puncturing the film and pouring out a large piece of liquid.

After unpacking the box, Ray picked up the letter that had been packed in the evidence bag. The painting on it was much clearer than the smorgasbord last night.

The Brooklyn depiction above comes to life. Ray tugged at the corners of his mouth, took a picture of the painting, and sent it to his 'friend'.

"Someone should be playing a prank, and Judge Brooklyn meant to keep a low profile and not need to call the police." Ray said to the security personnel.

"But......" The security officer hesitated

"It's already intimidating. If you don't report it to the police, it will escalate into an act that threatens the safety of the Brooklyn judges. ”

"I'll pass it on to Brooklyn, but you know his personality, he doesn't like to be too flamboyant." Ray shrugged.

The security officer nodded subconsciously. Indeed, compared to the chief justices of other courts, Brooklyn is too quiet.

"Then remind Judge Brooklyn that this kind of thing is not just a prank." Security kindly reminded

"Looking at this painting, it's clearly premeditated."