Defending Ye Qingxuan was a lawyer from Avalon named Aldrich, an old man who looked like his hair was about to fall out.
He speaks slowly, unable to speak a hundred words in ten minutes, which makes people anxious.
Most of the time, the old man seemed to be in a daze with eyes blank. When it was his turn to speak, he would ask the other person to repeat himself because of his deafness.
Sometimes, because he had forgotten the provisions, he even had to flip through the book of laws next to him, which was so thick that it would crush someone to death.
The book seemed to be as old as him. It was covered with sticky notes and the notes between the lines were so dense that one needed a magnifying glass to read them.
There were two young men beside him who were responsible for bringing tea, pouring water and passing the spittoon, and by the way, they helped him breathe easier when he coughed...
It's simply doubtful that at this age, his lawyer's license is still valid.
But in fact, there is no doubt about this old man's professionalism.
Just when he appeared, looking at the prosecutor's expression, one knew how difficult he was.
In addition to obtaining six lawyer licenses that are common in all countries, Aldrich also served as the vice president of Avalon National College II and was a towering figure in the legal world.
If you count carefully, almost all the high judges of Angelo are his disciples!
Going back sixty years, when this old man was thirty years old, he had participated in the revision and evaluation of the laws of the Holy City!
Ghosts get better as they get older, and people get meaner as they get older.
But now, this old thing has turned into a piece of brown candy.
He was wandering almost the whole time, closing his eyes and concentrating. Occasionally, two sentences would stick to each other's omissions. He was relying on his old age and always reminiscing about the past. However, he spoke slowly and stumbled, making people want to pick him up upside down and say it all at once. Reflect light.
It has been three hours since the trial started. The two sides are still arguing about what Ye Qingxuan did in Auschwitz a month ago, and the scope is getting wider and wider, including almost all the musicians who participated in the Auschwitz trial. All the schools and schools were involved...
If the judge grants his wish, it will take more than three months to prepare just for the investigation and evidence collection, and then the trial is expected to last a year!
He's buying time!
"You can't waste time with him."
Next to the prosecutor, the man dressed as a recorder glanced at the old man who had his eyes closed and was concentrating, and said in a low voice: "What that old turtle Aldrich is best at is to keep one thing going until it ends without any problem. He is the longest property rights case in the world. He once spent ten years with someone... Angelou was not sure about this matter, so he pulled him out. Don't be led away by his rhythm, skimming over the details, thirty charges, any one of them confirmed, We will win.”
The prosecutor was silent for a moment, threw away the document in his hand, and took out another thick pile of documents from the suitcase next to him—Strategy Change.
Aldrich, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes a little, glanced at them, and then closed them again, seemingly in deep thought. But the lips under the thick white beard quietly opened and closed, making a small hoarse sound.
"Bring me my glasses and my medicine."
"teacher… "
The student next to Aldrich was stunned, as if he saw the turbidity rushing through those old eyes.
"I can't delay it any longer. If the other party doesn't follow my lead, I can't mess around anymore. Otherwise, it will give the judge an excuse to expel me."
Aldrich opened his mouth, swallowed two green capsule pills, drank half a cup of hot water, and mumbled vaguely: "The next step is to fight in the ring, so go fast and fight fast. At this time, we can't take a step back. Taking a step back pushes the client off the cliff. You have to stand in front of him."
Visible to the naked eye, the old and sluggish feeling on his body disappeared. He raised his head, his turbid eyes widened, like an angry python, and he let out a long breath of decay that had accumulated in his lungs.
"Don't worry. When you were young, you killed so many people with random punches. How could you be beaten down by such tricks when you are old?"
He put down the water glass, stood up silently, and said in a loud voice:
"Mr. Judge, we question the so-called 'hero' mentioned by the prosecutor!"
"As far as I know, from beginning to end, the Holy City has never acknowledged the existence of any so-called war hero, and the aura around Colt is just a folk rumor. The Romulus incident has not yet been officially concluded, let alone the latest darkness Regarding the connection between the "Winged People" appearing in the world and this, I just want to correct one point based on the evidence we have so far: Colt is by no means the bright and upright hero as the prosecutor said. On the contrary, many evidences show that he himself The dark side of the crime! Is it too rash for the prosecutor to ignore reality and characterize this incident? What’s more, my client’s contribution in Romulus is obvious to all the musicians and cannot be denied by anyone! If a hero If this title exists, it definitely shouldn’t belong to a villain like Colt who is just trying to gain fame and deceive others!”
The prosecutor was stunned. He didn't expect Aldrich to take the initiative to stop the meaningless entanglement in the blind spot, but at the same time... he felt a toothache again.
The old man became serious.
It’s hard to do...
"Everything must be subject to the investigation of the silent agency." The prosecutor retorted: "No one is qualified to question him until the results of the investigation come out."
"Is it?"
Aldrich threw out a document and sneered: "Even if Colt has confessed to so many people at the gate of the Holy City?"
"Words spoken in a state where personal freedom cannot be guaranteed cannot be used as evidence!"
The prosecutor glared at Aldrich: "What's more, as far as I know, Ye Qingxuan is an outstanding telepathic musician. How to judge that he did not use his ability to force Colt to say something that goes against his heart?"
Aldrich stretched out his hand, and the student handed over another document: "According to the autopsy results, there is no ether residue in Colt's brain, and there are no traces of forced control by the telepathic movement."
"No matter how you argue for this, it cannot be changed: this was a deliberate murder! It even caused the death of many clergy members of the order."
The prosecutor asked: "If Colt is really guilty, then why did Ye Qingxuan not report to the Holy City and let him accept investigation and trial, but chose to ignore the law and use lynching? Is it possible to kill people at will as long as there is a righteous excuse? !”
Hearing such words, Aldrich smiled instead.
For some reason, the prosecutor felt instinctively uneasy.
"I want to correct something."
Aldrich raised a finger and said solemnly: "This has nothing to do with law and discipline. This is a duel between musicians."
The prosecutor was stunned.
"If I remember correctly, due to the complexity and particularity of the musicians themselves, among the laws recognized by the Holy City, there is this one: With the consent of the musicians on both sides, a duel can be initiated. The life and death of both parties depends on their destiny. In such a confrontation, there is no need to bear legal responsibility."
Aldrich slowly opened the book of laws in his hand, read out the relevant provisions word by word, and looked up at the judge: "I wonder if what I said is wrong?"
"That's nonsense!"
The prosecutor was furious: "Dueling has its own inherent etiquette, how can it be confused with such a despicable murder?"
Judge Borja's face remained indifferent and he just nodded: "Defender, pay attention to your words and don't confuse the definitions."
"Is it?"
Aldrich nodded: "Then please look at the evidence. I think it is enough to prove the legitimacy of this duel."
"This is the image that the Apocalypse musician read from the ether at that time. Regarding the restoration of the scene, I think the prosecutor also has a copy on hand, which is enough to prove the authenticity of this piece of evidence."
The small etheric ball was given to the court musicians, and after being activated, the image was projected in the air.
A vague and panicked voice came.
"I... you... are not... Ye, Ye Qingxuan, things can still be undone now! Yes, it can still be undone! Don't be impulsive, I can..."
A melted sword stabbed the ground.
"Come on, Colt. Haven't you been waiting for this moment?" This is Ye Qingxuan's voice, "I will give you the opportunity to fight openly and honestly. If you are a man, pick up the sword. Whatever you do is fine, as long as you don't talk. That’s it.”
After a long silence, the figure representing Colt drew his sword.
"You will regret it, Ye Qingxuan, you will definitely..."
The scene ends abruptly.
A long silence.
The prosecutor's face was ashen.
From the perspective of the past, this was just an ordinary conversation, but from the perspective of the "Duel Law", it was completely in compliance with the rules. The only thing missing was a notary.
Moreover, since Angelou proposed this bill, he will definitely not miss this premise. Maybe they even dug a hole, waiting for me to jump into it.
If that's the case, then let's change our thinking...
Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment. Looking at Aldrich's calm face, he began to hesitate: Could this be a trap that the old fox used to induce him
Although Ye Qingxuan had committed so many seemingly certain and irrefutable crimes, for lawyers, especially old foxes like Aldridge who had spent most of their lives playing with the rules, there were countless loopholes to exploit.
The other party is so aggressive. After returning to the passive strategy just now, is there anything to rely on
The back of his neck felt damp.
Sweat.
Soon, the recorder next to him pushed over a piece of paper without leaving any trace. When the prosecutor glanced, his eyes lit up and he raised his voice: "I apply to interrogate the suspect Ye Qingxuan!"
Aldrich frowned: "I object!"
"invalid objection."
The judge dropped his hammer and nodded in approval.
Aldrich's expression remained unchanged, except for a gloomy look in his eyes.
If you can't find a breakthrough from yourself, will you start with the suspect... At the beginning of the poker game, no one knows what cards the opponent has in his hand, nor what kind of plot the prosecutor has laid. trap.
Just one wrong word... no, one word can cause huge trouble!
Seeing the prosecutor approaching, Aldrich deliberately raised his voice and said to Ye Qingxuan almost offending the court: "Mr. Ye, you don't need to speak, and you don't need to answer any of his questions."
"Suspects cannot be forced to incriminate themselves. You have the right to silence rule."
He said to Ye Qingxuan, "If his question offends him, I will interrupt him at any time."
The judge dropped the hammer.
Warn once.
"Mr. Aldrich, I hope you will not interfere with the normal order of the court." Borja said coldly: "The prosecutor can start questioning."
The prosecutor smiled and looked at Ye Qingxuan.
The young man was looking at him too.
At that moment, the prosecutor felt an inexplicable trance, as if his mind was temporarily blurred, and only those eyes were left in his eyes, completely forgetting himself.
The next moment, he woke up and got rid of this illusion.
But those eyes were still looking at him calmly.
For some reason, it made him a little flustered.
"Nice eyes."
Before he could ask questions, Ye Qingxuan made a voice: "I have seen this kind of look in many people..." He paused and frowned: "You want to kill me?"
The prosecutor was stunned, his expression twitched subconsciously, and he resisted the urge to look back.
But Ye Qingxuan seemed to have an insight into what he wanted to do. He turned his eyes to the prosecutor's original seat and the recorder next to the seat who was engrossed in writing.
Then his expression became confused.
"You want to see him?" Ye Qingxuan asked, "Why?"
The prosecutor was stunned, silent, and his face was ashen.
"Ye Qingxuan, now I'm going to do it to you..."
"You've been seen through."
There was a sighing voice behind him, it was the recorder.
He stood up and took off the awkward round glasses on his face, revealing a thin and ordinary face with white hair on his temples. He shook his head slightly: "Let me do it."
The prosecutor was stunned and his face turned green and white. And Aldrich's expression became ugly.
"Bastian..."
He sneered: "I didn't expect that the famous Judge of the Holy City would deign to be a record-keeper and let young people stand in front of him. Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Young people always have time to train, Aldrich, and when you get old you have to learn to give in to others."
After Bastian finished speaking, without waiting for Aldrich to object, he submitted his identity certificate and qualification certificate according to the procedure. Soon, Judge Borja nodded:
"pass."
So Bastian stepped forward.
He stared into Ye Qingxuan's eyes, polite and serious, but not offensive.
He just took a stack of documents from the original prosecutor and said calmly:
"Mr. Ye Qingxuan, let me show you a few things next. I hope you will answer my feelings truthfully after reading them."
After a moment, Ye Qingxuan nodded.
But when Bastian pulled out a photo, in the corner of the auditorium, silent Lancelot suddenly raised his eyes, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"This is a bit bad..."
In the jury box, Maxwell, representing Angelou, also frowned.