Silent Crown Chapter 416: Inquiry

The defending Ye Qingxuan was an attorney from Avalon, named Aldrich, an old man who looked like his hair was about to fall out.

When I speak slowly, I can't say a hundred words in ten minutes, which makes my heart anxious.

For most of the time, this old man seemed to be in a daze, and when it was his turn to speak, he would ask the other person to repeat it again because of the back of his ears.

Sometimes, because he had forgotten the provisions, he had to turn over the book on the law that was thick enough to kill people.

The book seems to be as old as he is. It is full of sticky notes, and the notes between the lines are densely packed, requiring someone to use a magnifying glass to read it.

There are two young people next to him who are in charge of serving tea, pouring water, and handing the spittoon, and by the way, help him with his cough...

It's almost suspicious. I'm so old, and my lawyer's license is still out of validity.

But in fact, the professionalism of this old man is beyond doubt.

Just looking at the prosecutor’s expression when he appears, you can tell how uncomfortable he is.

In addition to obtaining six lawyers' licenses that are sufficient for use in various countries, Aldrich also served as the vice president of the Avalon Second National College, a mountain leader in the legal field.

If you count carefully, almost all the high judges in Anglo are his disciples and grandchildren!

For sixty years backwards, when this old man was 30 years old, he had participated in the revision and evaluation of the laws of the holy city!

Ghosts are older and more refined, and people are older and cheaper.

Now, this old product has become a piece of brown candy.

Almost all the time I was wandering away from the sky, closed my eyes and rested my mind, occasionally two sentences stuck to the other's omissions, leaning on the old and selling old, often recalling the past, but speaking slowly, stumbling, making you want to lift him upside down and talk. Pour it all at once.

It’s been three hours since the opening of the court, and both sides have been turning around because of what Ye Qingxuan did in Auschwitz a month ago, and the scope is getting bigger and bigger. Almost all of them have participated in the Auschwitz trial. The musicians and schools of Lian are all involved...

If the judge fulfills his wish, it will take more than three months to prepare for the investigation and proof, and the trial is expected to last as long as one year!

He's wasting time!

"Can't consume him."

Beside the prosecutor, the person dressed up as the recorder glanced at the closed-eyed old man, and whispered: "The old tortoise Aldrich is best at making one thing to an end, the longest one. He used to spend ten years with people on property rights cases...

Angel didn't have any confidence in this matter, so he pulled him out. Don't be led away by his rhythm, skimming over those details, thirty charges, and any one of them is confirmed, and we will win. "

The prosecutor was silent for a moment, discarded the manuscript in his hand, and took out another thick stack of documents from the suitcase next to him—a policy change.

Closed eyes, Aldrich opened his eyes for a while, glanced at them, then closed again, seemingly contemplative. But the lips under the thick white beard quietly opened and closed, making a slight hoarse voice.

"Bring my glasses and medicine."

"Teacher..."

The student next to Aldrich was taken aback, as if seeing the turbid current rushing from those old pupils.

"No more procrastination. If the other party does not follow my rhythm, I can no longer mess around. Otherwise, the judge will be given 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 the ring. Let’s play fast.

At this time, we can't take a step back.

Take a step back and push the person off the cliff.

You have to stand in front of him. "

Visible to the naked eye, the old and sluggish feeling in him disappeared. He raised his head, his muddy eyes widened, like an angry python, spitting out the decayed breath of silting in his lungs for a long time.

"Don't worry, when you were young, you beat so many people to death with random punches. How can you get beaten to the ground by this routine when you are old?"

He put down the water glass, stood up silently, and said:

"Mr. Judge, we question the so-called ‘hero’ among the prosecutors!"

"As far as I know, from beginning to end, the Holy City has never admitted that there are so-called war heroes. The halo on Colt is nothing more than folk rumors.

The Romulus incident has not yet been officially concluded. Regardless of the connection between the "winged people" that appeared in the latest dark world and this, I just want to correct one point based on the evidence we currently have: Colt absolutely He is not such an upright hero among the prosecutors, on the contrary, a lot of evidence shows his own dark face!

The prosecutor ignored reality in this way. Was it too rash to characterize the incident?

Furthermore, the contribution of my client in Romulus is obvious to all musicians and cannot be denied by anyone!

If the title of hero exists, it certainly shouldn't belong to a villain like Colt! "

The prosecutor was stunned. He didn't expect that Aldrich would take the initiative to stop the meaningless entanglement in the blind spot, but at the same time... he felt a toothache.

The old man got serious.

It's difficult...

"Everything must be subject to the investigation of the silent agency." The prosecutor retorted: "No one is qualified to question him until the investigation results come out."

"Really?"

Aldrich threw out a document and sneered: "Even if Colt has confessed to so many people at the gate of the Holy City?"

"What you say when personal freedom cannot be guaranteed cannot be used as evidence!"

The prosecutor glared at Aldrich: "Moreover, as far as I know, Ye Qingxuan is a heartbeat musician, who can be called an outstanding. How to conclude that he has not used the ability to force Colt to say something that violates his heart?"

Aldrich stretched out his hand, and the student handed over another document: "According to the autopsy results, Colt's brain does not have any residual ether, and there are no traces of forcible control of affiliation."

"No matter how you argue for this, you can't change it: this is a deliberate murder! It even killed many priests of the Order."

The prosecutor asked: "If Colt is really guilty, why didn't Ye Qingxuan report to the Holy City and let him be investigated and tried? Instead, he chose to ignore the law and use lynching?

Is it possible to kill people at will as long as there is an awe-inspiring excuse! "

Hearing such words, Aldrich laughed instead.

For some reason, the prosecutor was a little nervous instinctively.

"I want to correct a little."

Aldrich raised a finger and said in a solemn voice: "This has nothing to do with the law, this is a duel between musicians."

The prosecutor was stunned.

"If I remember correctly, due to the complexity and particularity of the musicians themselves, there is such a rule in the holy city's decrees: Under the premise that the two musicians agree, a duel can be initiated.

Both sides live and die, and each is safe. In such a duel, there is no need to bear legal responsibility. "

Aldrich slowly opened the law book in his hand, read out the relevant provisions one by one, and looked up at the judge: "I wonder if what I said is wrong?"

"Nonsense!"

The prosecutor was furious: "Duel has its inherent etiquette, how can it be confused with this kind of despicable murder?"

Judge Borja's face is still indifferent, but he nodded: "Defender, pay attention to your words and don't confuse the definition."

"Really?"

Aldrich nodded: "Then please look at the evidence. I think it is enough to justify this duel."

"This is the image that the enlightened musician read from the ether at the time. For the restoration of the scene, I think the prosecutor also has a copy on hand, which is sufficient to prove the authenticity of this piece of evidence."

The tiny ether ball was handed over to the musicians in the courtroom, and after being activated, the image was projected into the air.

There was a vague, panicking voice.

"I...you...not...Ye, Ye Qingxuan, things can still be redeemed up to now! Yes, they can be redeemed! Don't be impulsive, I can..."

A melted sword stabbed to the ground.

"Come on, Colt. Haven't you been waiting for this moment?" This is Ye Qingxuan's voice, "I will give you a chance to fight decisively. If it is a man, he will pick up the sword.

Anything is fine, as long as you don't talk. "

After a long silence, the figure representing Colt drew his sword.

"You will regret it, Ye Qingxuan, you will definitely..."

The picture stopped abruptly.

Long silence.

The prosecutor's face was blue.

In the past, this was just an ordinary conversation, but from the perspective of the "Duel Law", it is in full compliance with the rules. The only thing missing is a notary public.

Moreover, since Angelu proposed this bill, he would certainly not miss this premise. Maybe I dug a hole and waited for myself to jump in.

If this is the case, then another way of thinking...

Thinking of this, he hesitated, looking at Aldrich's quiet face, but he began to wonder: Is it possible that this is also the trap that the old fox induced himself?

Although Ye Qingxuan has committed so many seemingly indisputable crimes, but for lawyers, especially the old fox like Aldrich who has been playing law for most of his life, I don't know how many loopholes there are.

The opponent is so aggressive, is there any support for the negative strategy just now?

The nape of his neck is a little damp.

Sweat.

Soon, the recorder next to him pushed a piece of paper over without a trace. When the prosecutor scanned, his eyes lit up and his voice raised: "I apply to question the suspect, Ye Qingxuan!"

Aldrich frowned: "I object!"

"The objection is invalid."

The judge lowered his gavel and nodded his permission.

Aldrich's expression remained the same, but a gloomy look flashed in his eyes.

If you can’t find a breakthrough from yourself, do you start from the suspect’s body... At the beginning of the game, no one knew what cards the opponent had in his hands, nor did the prosecutor bury it? What kind of trap has it fallen.

As long as one sentence is wrong...no, one word will cause great trouble!

Seeing the prosecutor coming over, Aldrich deliberately raised his voice, almost offending the court and said to Ye Qingxuan: "Mr. Ye, you don't need to speak or answer any of his questions."

"The suspect shall not be forced to incriminate himself. You have the right to silence rule."

He said to Ye Qingxuan, "If his question is offensive, I will interrupt him at any time."

The judge dropped the gavel.

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 is also looking at him.

At that moment, the prosecutor had an inexplicable trance, like a momentary blur of mind, only the pair of eyes were left in his eyes, completely forgetting me.

In the next instant, he woke up and got rid of this illusion.

But those eyes were still calm, looking at him.

I don't know why, but it makes him a little flustered.

"Good eyes."

Without waiting for him to ask questions, Ye Qingxuan made a voice: "I have seen this look in many people..." He paused, frowning: "You want to kill me?"

The prosecutor was stunned, his expression twitched subconsciously, and he restrained his urge to look back.

But Ye Qingxuan seemed to have an insight into what he wanted to do, his eyes turned, and he fell to the original seat of the prosecutor, as well as the recorder next to the seat, who was writing down.

So his expression became puzzled.

"Do you want to see him?" Ye Qingxuan asked: "Why?"

The prosecutor was stunned, silent, and his face was sullen.

"Ye Qingxuan, now it is me who enters you..."

"You have been seen through."

A sighing voice came from behind him. It was the recorder.

He got up, took off the awkwardly round glasses on his face, revealing a thin and ordinary face, white hair on his temples, and shook his head slightly: "Let me come."

The prosecutor was stunned, his face turned pale and blue. And Aldrich's expression became difficult to look.

"Bastiao..."

He sneered: "Unexpectedly, the famous holy city judge would condescend to be a recorder and let young people stand in front of him. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"Young people always have to exercise, Aldrich, they must learn to be virtuous when they are old."

After Bastion finished speaking, before Aldrich objected, he submitted his identity certificate and qualifications in accordance with the procedures. Soon, Judge Borja nodded:

"Passed."

So Bastion stepped forward.

He stared into Ye Qingxuan's eyes~IndoMTL.com~Polite, serious, but not offensive.

Just received a stack of documents from the original prosecutor, and said lightly:

"Mr. Ye Qingxuan, I will show you a few things next. I hope you will answer my feelings truthfully after reading it."

After a while, Ye Qingxuan nodded.

But when Bastiao pulled out a photo, in the corner of the audience, Lancelot suddenly raised his eyes in silence, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"It's a bit bad now..."

At the jury seat, Maxwell, who represented Anglo, also frowned.

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I wanted to write more, but there is an urgent matter temporarily. Sorry, I will make up for it tomorrow. (To be continued.)