Saint

Chapter 2: is the first play

No. two hundred and forty-four in the corner of horseshoe street is where the seventh Street Court is located. The black roof, a little bit of old wooden two storey buildings, and the radish vines spiral up the corner. In summer, most of the walls are covered with green, which is gone in this season. The withered brown and yellow stem vein makes the whole building look bleak. Only the sculpture of the public Saint Mu Tu, which is not very fine in front of the door. It's a reminder that this is a solemn place. Although it is just an ordinary three class court, it can only be responsible for some trivial small cases, but it is the first step of Fulan's business after all. Maybe one day Fulan will enter the noble court to make a fair ruling on the important cases that even his Highness the Prince of the State should pay attention to. The first noble court in the New District of Fedu West City, which Fulan has visited, is bigger than the whole Seventh Street Court, which can accommodate three hundred people. It is said that there is also a master of spiritual magic in the noble court, who can easily let the most stubborn and cunning people tell the truth. God, sorcerer! Fulan has never met such a mysterious person. No matter which country, magicians are rare as oases in the desert. Just saying a few words to them is something to show off. The heat in the court was burning fast. Fulan took off the windbreaker, wrapped it in a sheepskin bag and stuffed it into the drawer of the desk. After nodding to several reporters who greeted him, he walked towards the office of the president of the court. I don't know whether it was in the bad weather that the planks in the corridor began to decay, or because of the excited mood. Fulan felt like stepping on the smooth sheep felt, soft and floating. Today is the day when he went to court as a prosecutor for the first time. The president of the court, Baron Ross Silva, is a thin and energetic old man. Seeing Fulan, he closed the big book in front of him and signaled him to close the door. "Sir Fleur, what's your opinion on the case you are responsible for?" the Court chief asked, pushing the glasses on the bridge of the nose. Fulan has studied the lawsuit that will be held for a long time. Two young masters of the Baron's family who had just drunk in a bar blocked a young girl in an alley. They did what every villain loves to do, beating, abusing and raping. The girl's father came on hearing the news, and then more tragic things happened. The young masters who were dazed by alcohol punched and kicked the girl's father until they were stopped by the patrol team. At that time, the poor old man had already swallowed his last breath. From the perspective of surface evidence, this is a very simple case of violent injury. Even as the defendant's aristocrat, it is difficult to escape the sanctions of the law. According to the aristocratic code, any low-level aristocrat who leads to the death of a civilian can only enjoy the right of immunity from death, instead of huge compensation and long-term hard labor. But the key point is that the victim, the old father of the girl, is not a pure human, but a subspecies known as Goethe. At a glance, Goethe people seem to be no different from ordinary people. Usually, there are small scales in the hidden parts of the body, or bone sharp corners slightly protruding from the forehead. In the classic of Guangming church, the first Goethe is the traitor who betrayed the son. The blood of the traitor is cursed, and his descendants have the non-human characteristics. As time goes on, although Goethe people are no longer like those who were arbitrarily captured and killed in the early days, they are still regarded as a low class. The imperial law does not recognize non human races as citizens enjoying rights, which is an iron law that cannot be changed. The founder of Byron Empire who formulated this Law: Komo I, in the historical data, is known for the stubborn human supremacy. So, the young masters who are still in the detention center are proud, and claim that in order to protect the dignity of human beings and the emperor, they will never make any compensation. After all, the huge compensation stipulated in the code is astronomical for ordinary noble families. The dead is always a living life. How to make a reasonable judgment not only maintains the justice of the law, but also does not brush the face of the royal family, which is a headache for any judge. This is also the reason why the case was delayed by the first noble court for a few months and then transferred to the three class court. The seventh Street Court, which was not qualified to hear such cases, naturally became a lamb to replace the head. And Fulan believes that he has become one of the lambs. A rookie prosecutor could not be more suitable to be a victim. "It's a great guy, but from now on, he'll have to say goodbye to the position of the court. Maybe the refund can give him more money." the Court chief has imagined the end of Fulan." Prosecutor, I hope you can be strict with your identity and don't behave in a funny way in court." he looks at Fulan with pity. "I know." Fulan nodded with his chest full. He knows that it's a trap, but he also knows that it's a great opportunity. Put on the black robe representing the trial and solemnity, put on the light gray wig woven by horsehair, and stood in front of the mirror, Fulan felt that he had a great air." The stage has been set up, and my first performance must not be messed up." when opening the door to the trial hall, he secretly prayed. The hearing seat has been full of people, and many big people have condescended to the old place. Two defendants stand in the defendant's seat with indifference, whispering from time to time. Another lamb in the script: the presiding judge, an old man who is about to retire, is sitting in his position, announcing with a vague voice, "open the court." In the court, the lawyer and the prosecutor will always be like a fighter in a fight. They will not stop until they defeat each other completely. The young men's lawyer grilled the prosecution witness, the girl who lost her virginity and father at the same time. "Excuse me, lady, do you have Goethe blood?" the lawyer asked. "It's them. They killed my father." "Please answer my question, do you have Goethe blood?" "They killed my father." The girl repeated this sentence with a sip. "All the evidence shows that you have 1/2 of Goethe blood, and your father is more of a standard Goethe person." "They killed my father!" the girl shouted angrily. The beautiful gray eyes seemed to spray fire, and the white teeth bit the blood from the lips. "Why don't you blame the murderer, judge their crimes, choose a good day for the Death by hanging, but care about my poor father's bloodline?" Looking at the out of control girl, the lawyer smiled with satisfaction, and he gracefully made the gesture to end the cross examination. Fulan didn't speak and kept looking down to write something on the paper. Later, the lawyer called several witnesses. He confirmed to everyone that the victim was a Goethe person who was not protected by the code. The lawyer even shouted, "if my client is guilty, then this ridiculous court and the person here, do you want to ignore the majesty of Como and challenge the royal dignity?" Fulan didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of all the people at the table, the prosecutor has failed. A rookie who was completely banned by a lawyer is destined to become a joke in the judicial field. It wasn't until the trial judge asked if he wanted to find the defendant innocent of the verdict that Fullan said the first thing. He said, "the merciful St Georges VII, the father of today's saints, once added a law to the code: it is forbidden to kill any rare animals." As we all know, the previous emperor is a monarch who likes painting and poetry. His emotional and artist like temperament makes him love everything in the world. He not only has a preferential policy of tax relief for the people, but also has issued a notice to protect various endangered animals in the territory. In the south of the Empire, because of its gorgeous feathers, it is suitable for making a lady hat decoration. It is under the protection of this law that the birds of heaven reproduce from the edge of being hunted to extinction. "The defendant actually despised the legacy of the emperor and slaughtered precious animals like Goethe people. Can you tolerate this kind of crime?" Fulan shouted. The noisy court suddenly died down, and everyone was stunned. Rookie actually used the animal protection law in criminal cases! "According to the defense, the Goethe belong to unprotected low creatures. God, what did you do? You raped an animal?" Fulan shouted, "only pagans can make such a dirty move. The light is on the top, and it will be put on the fire!" The Church of light, which is superior to all kings and lords, clearly stipulates in its doctrines that all acts of bestiality are forbidden. It's not uncommon for aristocrats to lose their titles because they have favored Orc slaves. Sitting in the audience, the bishop of Fedu District, who was invited to attend, devoutly closed his eyes, drew a cross on his chest, and murmured, "may the sacred fire of ten thousand prisons wash the evil deeds of sinners." In an instant, the lawyer who fell from heaven to hell suddenly felt that admitting murder seemed to be much lower than the prosecutor's accusation. "Thank you for getting justice for your father, but I curse you because you have insulted your father's reputation." when the Goethe girl left the court, she said this to Fulan, and then kissed the rookie prosecutor. Fulan felt a little bitter, which is the taste of the girl's tears. "I know that young man can do it, but I didn't expect that he would be so good." Robert Baron was red in the face, boasting to the senior prosecutors who were also in the audience, "it's not like a rookie at all." The first lawsuit in Fulan's life was a beautiful one. At night, the curtain was slightly opened, the dusky light of every window, the sound of children playing at the dining table, and the voice of adults' loving scolding were interwoven in the alleys of Fedu, which made Fulan feel confused. The charcoal fire in the fireplace is burning fast, the family is sitting around the table and talking happily, and the smell of butter and potato and fish soup in the kitchen makes the dog who is drilling around his feet ready to move. How long has he not enjoyed such an atmosphere? Five years? Or ten years? The death of his parents made his childhood end earlier than anyone else. All of a sudden, Fulan was eager for Anmei's temperature. Take out the pocket watch. It's five fifteen. It's a long time before an Mei finishes her work. If it wasn't for Anmei's grandmother who was seriously ill and needed expensive drugs at all times, Fulan didn't want that little wild cat to continue to work in the bar. Although since I knew Fulan, Anmei has never been to the small room with other people, but the drunk drunkard doesn't mind that when the bar girls pass by, they squeeze hard on their rich parts. "Wait a minute. The salary of the official court officer is three times more than that of the trainee. At that time, you can rent a bigger apartment and bring her and grandma." Fulan thought, reaching for the sheepskin bag at his waist. It is filled with various kinds of herbs from the Far East. It's also one of the hobbies his father left him. At that time, my father was almost crazy about studying herbal medicine. He tried to combine with alchemy to create a medicine for the dead to come back to life, so that his wife in the tomb could have body temperature again. After all, resurrection and soul belong to the domain of gods. Until he died, there was no progress in this research. However, there are several interesting findings in my father's experimental notes. Anesthesia soup is one of them. The wind eggplant, anisodactyla, these Oriental strange plants, are added to the well water according to a certain proportion to boil into a thick soup, which can make people fall into a deep sleep after drinking. Sick and painful patients can have a good sleep, better than anything else. This kind of anesthesia soup is also Anmei's grandmother's only salvation when she is in pain. It's just because it's expensive, Fulan can't configure a lot. Since it was early from the appointed time, Fulan decided to go back to do some treatment for the herbs. In my father's research, the wind eggplant has to be processed more carefully, or it's a poison that can break one's heart and soul. Fulan's apartment is located in the third street of the old district. These old houses that existed at the beginning of the boom in Fedu have long been dilapidated. The prosperous family has long moved away from here. The residents living in the old district are all coolies and poor young employees. However, compared with the vagrants in the slums, they at least have their own houses, with the happiness of shelter, at least not frozen to death in the cold. Through the hall, carefully walk up the creaky stairs. The thirty level room on the two floor is Fulan's home. The furniture in the room is old, and the four leaf decorative patterns carved on the Baroque type sideboard in the corner have been worn so that they can't distinguish the original shape. The two level shelf indicates that it's an old antique handed down from grandfather, and only Viscount can use the two level sideboard. The oak dining table on the other side has also passed its service life. The tenon and mortise of the chassis have been loose for a long time, and it began to shake with a little force. Only the bed was brand new, but the ceiling was empty and there was no bed curtain. The expensive fabric was more luxurious for Fulan. And Fulan's research equipment: a delicate small scale, alcohol furnace, various test tubes made of glass, filters, and pots for extracting herbs, which cost him most of his savings. When Fulan stretched and yawned, he noticed that it was too late. Thinking that the little wild cat is still waiting for him, Fulan can't help but feel a bit flustered. Fedu at night is not a safe place, especially the rumor of midnight butcher. Although the news is firmly blocked, he, as a civil servant, has heard about it. It was a lunatic who haunted at night and killed wantonly. It is said that many patrolmen have changed their preference for meat because they saw the bodies destroyed by butchers. In an instant, Fulan was frightened by one of his own imagination. In a hurry, Fu Lan put on his coat and ran to the green agate square. Every time when an Mei came to the apartment for a night, he was waiting there for him to pick up. Even if she was given the key to her apartment, the habit continued. "It's every girl's natural right to wait for her lover's embrace and expect to be welcomed back to the castle." Anmei always looks at Fulan with green eyes flowing with a smile, and her voice is soft as if caressing the breeze on the top of the tree. The moon sends out a pale light, and the cold wind shuttles between the winding alleys, making a sound like sobbing. The house with red bricks and broken tiles is particularly lonely in the wind. The water soaked the garbage scattered in the streets, so that Fulan fell and mixed several times. Near the corner of Green Agate square, Fulan hit something soft, and then it was accompanied by a scream. Anmei sat on the ground, her hair was wet, her face was distorted by fear, and there was no blood. When she saw that it was Fulan who hit her, she desperately rushed into his arms. "Someone has been following me." An Mei pointed behind her, and her body was cold and shivering. Fulan subconsciously touched his pocket. The only weapon he could use was a bunch of keys. When he tightly held it in his palm and let the tip come out of his fingers, his power was no less than that of a fist and claw. The subdistrict at night is more and more silent in the moonlight, empty, and there are no suspicious people. However, Fulan found that the cover of the underground water channel in the distance had been lifted. He went to look down, but he could not see anything in the dark. Maybe it's a worker who cleaned the waterways and forgot to restore them. Fulan thought that he used his feet to move the well cover back to its original place, and was angry at this irresponsible behavior. In the files of the patrol team, the number of people injured by the sewer without a manhole cover is much more than the number of prey captured by the ethereal butcher. "I swear, just now there was a personal image following behind, and her eyelids kept jumping." Anmei grabbed Fulan's cape and secretly looked around. When she was sure that there was no one, she was greatly relieved. She muttered and explained, "you know, it's always effective. Last time, it was almost hit by a flowerpot on the third floor that was blown off by the wind. It's the eyelid jump that reminds me to be careful." "Don't worry, maybe it's a hungry stray dog." Fulan put the key back in his pocket and wrapped Anmei in his coat. Seeing that the girl is in good condition and beating violently for half a day, her heart can finally calm down. "It hurts." Anmei frowns. Her foot just sprained, and she leaned on Fulan's body. She complains, "liar, you said you'll pick me up as soon as you close, and now you're coming." she said that she twisted Fulan's tenderloin a few times to vent her grievances. "Sister Marjorie is missing at night. Be careful that I disappear to show you one day." until she was carried on her back by Fulan, Anmei's mouth was still on. When the girl lost her temper, she was like a noisy rat. "OK, I'll rub it for you later, and I'll scald my feet with hot water." Fulan knows that if she doesn't move the target quickly, she will chatter all night, "today I've changed the bed sheets." Fulan hinted. Anmei's complaint disappeared. After a long time, she put her head to her lover's ear and said angrily, "if you are responsible for the morning, we can come three times, well, maybe four times, if you can insist." The girl's hair tickled Fulan's neck. Suddenly, he felt that the road from green agate square to home seemed to be long.