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Inside a coastal villa in Brooklyn, New York. A handsome young man covering his head was slowly climbing up from a beautiful blonde. He had just gotten used to the fact that he traveled through time. This young man was Lee Brooklyn, a young federal magistrate. There are only so many memories left in the body.
Brooklyn looked around blankly, Wherever he looked, a large number of memories related to it flooded into his mind, causing him terrible pain. Enter, embrace, argue, shower, play cards, play cards by the window, shower afterward, continue to argue, get emotional, scream, blood, water, and panic .....The memories of the former host continued to squeeze into his head, Brooklyn grunted in pain, lost his footing, and fell down on his stomach.
He looked down and found himself on top of a woman with blonde hair, spread out on the floor, wide-eyed and draped in a bathrobe that was wide open, revealing a beautiful torso. The burgundy silk bathrobe laid beneath the woman was soaked with blood and clinging to the floor. The woman had a knife in her abdomen and her body was cold!
Brooklyn was startled by this discovery, but in the moment of seeing the woman, the memory of the former host surprisingly explained a lot. "Brooklyn, I'm going to kill you” The woman was full of hatred, and a snake-like voice sounded from the depths of her memory, followed by blood splashing everywhere, and panicked embarrassment…
He remembered now
Yesterday, this woman named Selena publicly tweeted, "Tomorrow at 2:00 p.m., I will be announcing a little unknown secret of the Honorable Judge Brooklyn Lee that I am sure the public will be interested in the pet peeves of this rising judicial star. Everyone is welcome to come and listen." This morning, he came to see Selena, and the two had a small quarrel. He planned to reconcile with her by playing cards, so the two played cards twice on the bed and the sofa by the window.
After the card game, the woman remained unmoved and claimed to have ruined him. A violent argument broke out between them, and during the argument, the woman took out a knife from the kitchen and stabbed herself in the abdomen. He panicked and rushed to grab it. That is when he crossed and took control of the body.
Brooklyn rubbed his head and looked at the bloodstains all over the ground and shook his head and laughed bitterly. 'The original owner was such an idiot!' He looked up out the window, a patrol police car was parked in the distance, and a man and a woman, two patrol officers are coming this way. Brooklyn leaned on the wall and stood up and quickly scanning the room.
The woman had a knife stuck in her abdomen, and the knife had obvious bloodstain grip marks that matched his without having to compare.
In front of the woman, is a large amount of spattered blood, that was dragged into a messy look, on which you can faintly see a footprint, combined with the blood on his own feet, which also match. No need to look any further!
Brooklyn closed his eyes, and another person said to him that he did not do it, he did not believe it. " Ms. Selena?" a voice said
Outside the house, the patrol officers have entered the yard and are approaching cautiously. 'What should I do? Should I run or should I just give up? A decision must be made soon!' Brooklyn's brain raced as his gaze went to the digital alarm clock on his desk. it‘s 1:58 PM! "Ms. Selena, are you okay?" said the voice again "We are NYPD patrol officers, and we received a call about a break-in at your place."
"We're coming in!" As the female officer spoke, she came to the door with her gun raised. Just as she was about to knock open the door, it was opened. "Don't shoot!" Brooklyn walked out with his hands up, a dark red bloody footprint behind him. "Who are you?", "Stop! Stop! "Stop moving forward! Raise your hands! Kneel where you are!" When the police woman saw a man walking out of the caller's room, she shouted vigilantly.
Brooklyn stood on the porch, not going any further. "There's a lady in the room who needs a doctor, I think," Brooklyn said calmly. The policeman slowly stepped forward, saw that Brooklyn was no threat, quickly approached, and pinned him to the ground. The woman looked back into the room and exclaimed out loud."OH MY GOD! You killed her!"
She hurriedly pressed the intercom and began calling for backup, and headed for the living room."You'd better not go in there." Brooklyn was pinned to the ground and twisted his head to remind "She's already dead. You'll ruin the scene if you go in." "Damn it! You killed Lady Selene!" the policewoman exclaimed. She rushed angrily in front of Brooklyn and harshly pressed her knee against his back. Brooklyn stifled a grunt and did not argue."Now, you should read me Miranda's rights, Madam Constable."
"Hell! Jesus! Jesus Christ! You killed her! You killed her! You devil! You killed her! How can you still laugh? You killed someone! God! You're the devil! This made Brooklyn frown.
In order to avoid bumping into the reporters who came to listen to the news, he deliberately let the patrolman misunderstand that he pleaded guilty, but this idiot only knew how to be stupid here, but didn't know how to act!
Brooklyn sighed silently in his heart, looked at the distant clamor, and stopped talking. At the gate of the villa area, a group of vehicles had already broken through the barriers and drove towards this side. Behind the vehicles were a group of media reporters with cameras, phones, and microphones with crazy expressions on their faces
The reporters flocked here originally for Selena's big exposure about Brooklyn, only to find an even bigger melon in front of their eyes. Their eyes lit up, aiming their cameras, phones, and microphones at the villa. Long shot, close shot, telephoto, virtual focus, montage... all kinds of messy shooting techniques were used on Brooklyn, who was pressed down by the police, and Selena, who was lying dead naked in the living room, was shot all over.
"Judge Brooklyn Lee, may I ask how you came to be here?" A reporter cleverly plugged in their microphone to interview. Brooklyn glanced at the station's logo and saw A, which is it? Why does it feel so familiar? He knows that NBC is the National Broadcasting Corporation, ANC is the Federal Broadcasting Corporation, and CBS is the CBS. What is this A? Atlantis Cable News? Never heard of it.
Brooklyn had no expression on his face, pursed his lips, and said nothing.
"Are you drawing a line with Ms. Selena?" The female reporter from the A station asked another question."Why don't you say something?" The reporter of A is quite gentle, but the reporter of ABC is more harsh and blunt, he asked bluntly "Mr. Brooklyn, did you come to Ms. Selene, fearing the secrets she was about to reveal about you?"
NBC reporters followed suit "As a rising star in the New York State judiciary, did you consider the consequences before you did this?" "Have you had sex with Ms. Selena?""Did you kill Ms. Selena after having sex?"Did you think of killing her before you came, or after you came? Have you ever wavered in your mind after sex?"
No matter how many questions the reporters asked or how they asked the questions, Brooklyn just kept silent.The three were surrounded by reporters, and there were even more bold ones ready to take advantage of the opportunity to stir into the scene to take closeup shots.
This Action finally woke up the stupid police woman. She hurriedly handed Brooklyn over to her partner and stood at the door to stop the reporters. "This Is a crime scene, you can not go in there!" The policewoman shouted desperately, trying to maintain order.
But the reporters at the scene swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, and no one listened to her. "Stand back" "Get back! Get back!" The policewoman shouted anxiously, opening her arms wide and trying her best to block the reporter. Finally, a series of sirens from far and near, the number of police cars stopped in front of the yard. Police support arrived.
With support, the order at the scene was finally maintained. The police quickly opened the cordon, and the reporters were asked to leave the yard. Brooklyn was also carried and stuffed into a car.
"Officer, you have not read me my Miranda rights, you have not officially notified me that I am listed as a suspect, nor have you issued a formal warrant for my arrest, I am a U.S citizen and you have no right to do this to me." Brooklyn sat in the back seat of the police car and spoke up.
"Shut up! You yellow... murderer!"The man who took over as partner was a fat man who shouted roughly at Brooklyn, cursed, explained a few things to his colleagues and drove away from the scene in a police car.
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