Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Ruide's case has gone through several trials, but the situation is not optimistic at all.

The so-called most experienced criminal lawyer in New Orleans sighed after the trial, thinking that according to this trend, the conclusion given by the jury must be "guilty".

Roland was surprised: she found that all the evidence given by the prosecution was seamless, all pointing to the fact that Rhett shot and killed all three white gangsters alone.

As a woman of a certain status, she was not able to appear in court directly, but the prosecution read her testimony instead.

This testimony has also been revised - of course, according to the lawyer, her testimony is not very effective, the men in the court only believe the evidence provided by the prosecution: the two hand guns were found in the hands of Rhett Yes, the direction of the trajectory is all from Rhett and so on.

As another witness, old Henry also gave a testimony against Brad.

After the trial, Roland went to see old Henry.

"Who taught you to say that?"

"Inspector Robial...he said it would be better for you."

There was a soft "hum" in Roland's mind.

She clearly remembered that she found Philip immediately after the incident, and got his personal assurance: "I will urge it to be handled impartially."

This is called "justice"?

Roland felt that it was necessary for her to meet Robial.

She waited persistently outside the Local Affairs Bureau for three days, and finally the young patrolman she knew came out to invite her.

"Inspector Robials invites you to see him."

So, for the first time, Roland had the opportunity to enter Robial's office.

The office was empty, and the patrolman told her the inspector would be here in a moment.

Roland waited alone in this rather "Southern" office.

It looks "Southern" because it looks like a living room in a southern state, with a large inlaid wood desk, a low-pile carpet on the floor, a military portrait of the owner of the office on the wall, and a portrait on the windowsill. Bougainvillea and clematis in pots.

The venetian blinds on the windows block out most of the sunlight, and the light that leaks in marks the rows of parallel lines for the portraits in uniform.

Roland narrowed his eyes and looked at the person standing in the portrait for a while, wanting to confirm whether he was similar to those relatives in Charleston.

She looked at it for a long time, but was still at a loss—maybe because her relatives in Charleston were too unfamiliar to her.

She turned her gaze back to the desktop, and saw a small photo frame on the opposite desk—upside down.

It may be that the owner does not want visitors to see the portrait in the photo frame, or it may not be on the table, and the owner just takes it out occasionally to have a look.

In line with the principle of "within three steps, there must be clues", Roland quietly reached out and lifted up the photo frame——

This is a bust photo of a woman. It is a black and white photo taken with daguerreotype photography. This difficult environment has also been scrutinized and caressed thousands of times.

The face of the person in the photo was blurred, and Roland could only see that she was a woman.

She was looking at the photo frame when suddenly footsteps sounded behind her. Philippe Robial walked in with a straight face. When he saw the photo frame on the table, he frowned deeply.

Roland immediately put on a cute face, and stood up as if nothing had happened.Her expression can make the whole world believe that this photo frame - it was originally erected like this.

Philip's face softened slightly, he came to his desk and sat down, and said coldly, "Madam, please sit down!"

"I know your reason for coming. If you insist on seeing me, it may not be of any benefit to you and your friends!"

"I came to remind you—you broke your word."

"You failed to keep your promise to 'dispose impartially'."

"The results of the New Orleans police investigation are distorted. Those distorted evidence may lead to a jury verdict for Rhett."

"Madam, I think you know best. In this matter, who is the person who benefits the most and whose reputation is protected." Robial replied coldly.

"I know, I know—"

Roland sat opposite Philip, raised his face, stared into Philip's eyes, and tried to show understanding and gratitude.

At least she can't show a completely "ignorant" look.

"I appreciate what you've done for me...even though I don't know why."

"However, I have always believed that, for reasons of fairness and justice, my protection cannot be at the expense of the innocence and lives of others."

Philip's voice didn't fluctuate: "If you sacrifice your innocence and life...the other party is also willing?"

Roland's heart seemed to be seized by something, and he was speechless for a while.

Can you believe this is what Philip and Rhett discussed?

In order to protect her, Ruide was willing to pay an unbearable price?

Did Philip respect Braide's wishes and spare no effort to help her like this?

There was a rush of blood in her heart, and what she felt was anger rather than gratitude.

Roland stood up suddenly, leaned forward, and put his hands on Philip's desk.

"You men, don't you need to ask the person's opinion before making a decision?"

Is she afraid to go to the judgment seat?Does she care about worldly views?

Could it be that she can only always be a woman who hides behind men and is protected by others?

She punched on the large desk: "Although I don't want to misunderstand your kindness, but let me tell you, if Rhett gets a 'guilty' verdict, don't blame me for doing something that violates social morality and the law. , let you backfire—”

"What would you do?"

Philip's tone still didn't fluctuate much.

"If he wants to serve his sentence, I will rob the prison. If he wants to go to the gallows, I will rob the court!"

"You can't do it." Philip immediately concluded, "You are a woman..."

Roland almost laughed angrily.

"Are you suggesting I try it?"

She and Philip looked at each other, with the word "sure" written in her eyes.

Yes, she's naturally confident - there's nothing a farmer can do.

You must know that she still has a "universal card", whether it is robbing prisons, robbing the law field, or going to heaven and earth, whatever she wants to do, she can do it.

"Where does your lawless personality come from?"

"Is that your little fugitive father from Ireland?"

Philip suddenly mentioned Hao Jiale.

Roland: ...You are not allowed to insult Hao Jiale.

She couldn't control her anger again, her green eyes seemed to burn, her chest heaved violently--she threw her head up and glared at Philip like a young lion.

But she didn't expect to see in Philip's eyes, besides her own little shadow, there was endless sadness.

"You and Ellen are not quite the same—"

Philip's eyes suddenly turned away and fell on the small picture frame on his desk.

Roland: This is...

Her anger came and went quickly, and disappeared without a trace in an instant. Following Philip's gaze, she also looked blankly at the woman sitting quietly in the picture frame.

Ellen, the person in this photo that has been cherished for many years, turned out to be Tara's mistress, Ellen Robial.

So to say--

The more Roland thought about it, the more amazed she became. She raised her head and looked at Philip.

She suddenly remembered what Mammy had told her when she first arrived at Tara:

When Ellen was dying, she called only one person by name——

"Philip!"

"Are you... Philip?"

It's not that she didn't know that the person in front of her was "Philip", a high-ranking official from the Local Affairs Bureau. What shocked her was this and that... Philip, Ellen's Philip.

She was dumbfounded, not expecting this result.

Ellen has been virtuous and virtuous all her life, but when she was dying, she called out not her husband, but another man's name.

In another strange city, this man deliberately violated the law and justice he had always followed, but he was protecting her for Ellen's sake.

"Scarlett, sit down first."

Roland sat down blankly, and Philip poured her a glass of brandy.She drank it all in one gulp, feeling a warmth from her throat to her stomach.The numbness brought to her by the excessive shock slowly dissipated.

"Scarlett, would you like to tell me something about Ellen?"

Philip sat across from her, looking at her all the time, as if he wanted to find Ellen's shadow in her.

It's a pity... Except for this skin, Roland thought that she should have nothing like Ellen.

What could she say about Ellen?

Married to Hao Jiale at the age of 15, gave birth to six children, but three died.

She had been a good housewife, Tara's most genial hostess; she never gave to the poor, the sick, or cared if they were not very nice.

She nursed, treated, and delivered babies everywhere.

In the end, she also contracted typhoid fever because of this kindness, and died.

At Tara, everyone admires Ellen, believes in Ellen, everyone sticks to Ellen's skirt like cocklebur, she moves forward and they move forward, she stops and they stop—

Roland spoke slowly, she found it difficult to describe the living Ellen in words.

Philip listened intently, afraid of missing any word Roland uttered.

Sometimes Roland felt that Philip had a timid expression on his face, as if he didn't want to listen, but he couldn't hold back the longing in his heart, hoping that she could tell more, tell him more, and let him know how his old man lived his life.

At last he asked cautiously:

"Did Ellen mention my name when she was alive?"

"I'm Ellen's cousin, your... cousin."

"Have!"

Roland didn't know whether to tell Philip the truth.

But seeing her cousin's eyes full of cautious expectations, she still made up her mind.

"On her deathbed..."

Click——

Roland seemed to be able to hear the sound of shattering: not only was his heart broken, Philip looked like his whole body was torn apart, and in an instant he was so sad that he was out of shape.

If he never left Charleston;

Or he took Ellen away from Charleston to the ends of the earth...

He probably never regretted that he left in the first place, thinking that at least it brought Ellen a peaceful and happy family life.But he should know by now that he was wrong.

Seeing the situation in front of him, even Roland began to doubt himself, whether he was too cruel.The truth in her mouth directly defeated Philip.

He put his hands on the table and his forehead. For a long time, Roland could see his shoulders trembling.

Suddenly he snapped the photo frame on the desktop, and the photo faced down, so that he could no longer see the face of the woman in the photo...

He kept panting, each time like a crying man struggling to breathe.After a long time, his breath slowly calmed down.

Roland asked softly, "Are you okay?"

She didn't forget the purpose of coming here today. Although it was a bit heartless, she really didn't come to catch up with her cousin.

She still doesn't know how much the "emotional fluctuations" just now have affected Philip, and whether it can help her make Philip change his mind.

"Boy," Philip said in a nasal voice.

"I'm suddenly relieved because you're not like Ellen."

He clasped his hands together, propped his elbows on the table and raised his head.Roland saw his blue eyes filled with tears, ready to overflow at any moment.

"But you are sure, is that man named Brad really worth your robbing the prison and the execution ground for him?"

Roland nodded.

"I understand."

Philip took a deep breath, stood up while leaning on the table, nodded and said:

"You are Ellen's child, so I naturally have an obligation to help you."

--real?

This result was beyond Roland's expectation. She opened her eyes wide and stood up as well, looking at Philip.

"Son, now I can finally understand you and empathize with you - in this world, there are some people who will regret it for the rest of their lives if they miss it..."

Roland: I'm not, I... oh, I regret my whole life...

Her mind turned three times in an instant.

When she walked into this office earlier, most of the time she came to petition Philip with the idea of ​​"If there is injustice, there will be a cry".Whether it was for fairness and justice or to repay Rhett's favor, it was necessary for her to come forward and make this request in person.

But now she thinks about it: she is really for Rhett.

As long as she thinks of that person, and that smiling face that sometimes makes her slap her, she will strengthen her belief—she is willing to pay for him.

Not because he has paid so much for her, but because of her, what she wants to pay.

She didn't want to miss this person—at least not like Ellen and Philip missed each other, never letting go.

"For Ellen, I will help you and realize your wish." Philip said solemnly with his usual attitude.

This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised: "Will you agree to help me...break the prison?"

This Inspector seems to be a highly disciplined officer who is supposed to uphold justice, so why did he agree to help her rob her?

Even though Philip had just experienced great grief, seeing Roland's expression in front of him now, he really smiled helplessly.

"Ma'am, not all problems require extreme measures."

Roland stared at him, seemingly in disbelief.

Looking into her suspicious green eyes, Philip said in a soft voice, "Well, boy, let your cousin Philip try it first, and if Rhett is really found guilty, I will Help you, rob the prison, rob the court, and rescue him from the gallows, okay?"

That night, Rhett heard Roland's declaration of "robbing the prison and the execution ground".

His eyes lit up excitedly, and he said to Philip who was sitting opposite: "Finally she is willing to show mercy and let me see how desperate she is."

"However, do you believe that she will really rob prisons and execution grounds for me?" Brad suddenly leaned forward, smiling and looking at Philip who was sitting in front of him and shaking his head.

"Tell you, I believe it, I really believe it." Rhett raised his head, resting his hands behind his head, as if he was daydreaming.

"She can do what she says."

This was said so proudly that even Philip couldn't help but be moved when he heard it.

"So, Mr. Inspector, in order to prevent serious security incidents such as prison robbery and execution ground in your local area, you should first think about how to end my case."

"I think so too."

Philip robbed the prisons and execution grounds under his own control in order not to "guard himself from theft". He also had to think about what to do next.