The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

The constant rolling of his throat showed that Mr. Vulture was not as calm as he seemed on the surface, and was indifferent to everything in the outside world.

He is still a bit intuitive. At least he knows where he is now. The erected microphone is not just prepared for him.

In the room that was still deserted just now, after he entered, some thin sounds began to emerge.

Even if you don't understand what they are saying, your eyes are the windows to your soul. The vulture that was looking back and forth just now could only withdraw its observation gaze.

The cold eyes made him shudder, and he didn't have the courage to look at them.

I could only lower my head and silently look at the floor, the simple and scrawled decoration, and the lingering smell of putty powder in the air.

I don’t know if it was because I worked all night and overtime to “entertain” myself.

The crimson judgment table directly in front is very wide and heavy, as if it has a long history. Maybe I am not the first person to observe it from this position.

The judges were located behind the table. Even if he looked up, he could only vaguely see one more horizontal bar on their shoulders than him. What this meant, Vulture knew very well.

When these people came in just now, they were still looking through the materials. The anxious vultures recognized their seats, and it must be about themselves. The seat in the middle of the long table was still empty.

He had only seen this kind of scene on TV. He never thought that one day he would be in this position.

As the important personnel were in place, the maroon double doors on the right opened outwards, and a middle-aged man in crisp green clothing entered the hall with his chest held high, carrying materials under his arm.

Turning a blind eye to the vulture standing in the center of the hall, he walked straight to the middle of the long table. After putting down the materials in his hands, he picked up the small wooden hammer and struck the table with a "Duang~!" sound.

"start!"

"Brush~!"

Everyone at the scene stood up, including the three people on the long table. They all stood up with their heads held high, their eyes like arrows, all focused on the person standing in the center of the hall.

Although the sound of this small hammer was not loud, it made the vulture's pupils dilate a little in shock. If it were not blocked by the wooden fence, everyone would be able to see the guilty look on his trembling legs.

The recorder took out the photos on the table, stepped forward to compare them in person, and nodded to the long table.

"Your code name is Vulture, right? In order to prevent your name from being implicated by other people with the same name and to protect your personal rights, we will use Vulture instead of your real name."

It wasn't until the person next to him spoke that Mr. Vulture suddenly turned around. After blinking his eyes, he looked at the "translator" next to him. He was so considerate. The conditions were insufficient and there was no simultaneous interpretation equipment. Then Just replace him directly.

Hearing his mother tongue for the first time in so many days, he should have felt very warm, but now he had a look of fear on his face. He would rather the person behind him shut his mouth immediately. The words that came out of his mouth were not translated words. Instead, he dragged himself to hell and was cursed.

Four cameras meticulously recorded this scene from all angles, and the black and white film recorded this moment.

"The on-site discipline will be announced below, and..."

"Is there anything unclear about the rights and obligations of the parties involved?"

One of the people at the long table, after reading out the discipline, asked Mr. Vulture a serious question, his voice resounding throughout the hall.

"It's up to you. I don't understand what you are talking about anyway. You didn't take out the Bible and ask them to swear to God!" The vulture, whose head was already buzzing, shook his head violently and simply broke the jar. Broken down.

"There are two things in the world that make people awe-inspiring, one is the brilliant starry sky above the head, and the other is the lofty morality in the heart. Rather than swearing, we are more willing to listen to the sincere heart of the person involved."

Looking at the person in the audience indifferently, the presiding judge returned this paragraph to the other person without the slightest scruple, hesitation or hesitation. While he was still digesting it, he pressed his palm down.

"Sit~!"

As long as there were stools in the back, everyone sat down. The vulture standing in the middle was really a "crane" standing among the chickens, a solitary person.

Steve Johnson's face was red from suppressing it. His face, which was already white, looked horribly red under the light, as if it had been coated with a layer of rouge.

"On your left is the prosecutor this time, and on your right is the defense lawyer who is protecting you!"

After their names were called, both sides took turns to stand up. However, there were slightly more people on the prosecutor's side and their eyes were a little unfriendly. As for the one defending himself.

If his hands were not tightly bound, the vulture would have wanted to slap himself on the forehead.

God, his eyes were evasive when he looked at him. The vulture really doubted whether this was his lawyer or the person who pushed him into the abyss.

"No, that's not fair. Why didn't I choose it myself?"

He was very aware of this kind of lawyer who did not charge money. If he was responsible, he would at most defend and solve the problem. If he was not responsible, he would not even speak.

This comes from the experience of my hometown. Free is the most expensive.

"Oh, does it mean that you know other people here?"

Even though it was a low-pitched complaint, the translator beside him still translated it loudly after hearing it. After the staff who were flipping through the materials heard it, they looked at Steve with interest, hoping that he could say more.

"No, how do I know? You are not just looking for someone to replace you. I know what you are thinking. I need to find another lawyer!"

"Mr. Vulture, your defense lawyer is very professional. He has been practicing for more than ten years and has studied here for 12 years. You can't find anyone who knows the law here better than him, your fellow countryman!"

The judge in the middle of the long table sneered and lowered his eyes slightly. How could he play with his little thoughts? Since he dared to place four cameras to record this moment, he would not leave any criticism.

"Yeah, don't worry, I'm from Berkeley. You can't find anyone more suitable than me. I swear, you have to believe me!"

The in-house lawyer with mousy hair was fine if he didn't speak. Once he spoke, the vulture really wanted to hit him with his fist. Before you spoke, you took a look at your clothes. Except for the lack of epaulettes, they all had the same style. You also said You are your own person.

"His identity is the same as yours, but he has lived here for 12 more years. Except for the different means of transportation when they arrived, you are indeed a family!"

The vulture was so angry that he wanted to curse out a family that was like shit. If that guy hadn't defended himself next, he would really have been unable to hold back and stuff the pen he was spinning into his hand. Mouth, the two people are obviously enjoying completely different treatment now.

Why should he...(End of chapter)