[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

A Rolls-Royce came from a distance and stopped outside the court, and the door was opened. The reporters who had been waiting for a long time at the gate of the court approached like bears smelling the scent of honey.

When the famous rich man in Gotham City got out of the car, they became even more excited. Even if there were bodyguards blocking them, they stretched out their hands desperately, wishing to stuff the microphone under the man's nose.

"Mr. Wayne, I heard that this prisoner is related to your brother—"

"Can you explain, Mr. Wayne, did you bribe the judge to imprison a poor mental patient for reasons related to your relatives..."

"..."

All kinds of questions full of malice, speculation, and inducement were mixed together, and the noise was disturbing, but Bruce ignored them. He stood outside the car door with his hands in his pockets, with a calm expression, until the young man got out of the car, his expression Only slightly changed.

The two brothers walked into the court under the escort of the bodyguards, leaving the reporters behind, and finally got a little peace.

"them--"

Brody turned around and looked at the reporters outside the door, with a puzzled expression on his face, "I thought there would be no reporters in this lawsuit."

"Someone leaked it," Bruce said, his eyes darkened. "Those reporters can know so clearly, it is only possible that the guy who is still in prison spread it through his lawyer."

"I don't understand why he did this," Brody said, "Even if some newspapers deliberately distort the facts for the sake of the news, and even have been bought, but under the testimony of witnesses, everyone else understands that I am just an innocent person. His reputation will not be damaged. What is he trying to do?"

"It's normal that you don't understand, Brody," Bruce raised his hand and patted Brody on the shoulder, staring at him with those deep blue eyes, and said in a low voice, "Because they are criminals."

The two brothers quickly ended the conversation, and they continued to walk forward. When they walked outside the court, they met another person involved, the female doctor Alissa.

After Alisa saw Brody and the others, she also stopped, a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, probably because she thought of the incident involving Brody before, but this emotion was quickly covered up by her, and she took the initiative greeted them.

Bruce only knew that the other party was the ex-girlfriend of the prisoner, and the relationship between Brody and Alissa was just nodding acquaintances, and they were not very familiar with each other. In addition, the trial was about to start soon, and the three of them only had a brief conversation. After a few words, I will not continue.

Bruce pushed open the door of the courtroom, but he was not the first to go in. Instead, he turned slightly sideways, his eyes fell on Alisa, and he showed a polite gentleman smile. Alisa raised her hand and brushed her hair behind her ears, He pursed his lips and smiled, then walked in.

Brody went in second, and finally Bruce let go, walked side by side with Brody to the auditorium, and then sat down.

Then the defender enters, and then the prisoner Pierce—

The sound of the shackles being dragged on the ground came out one step earlier than the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of some heavy footsteps. The eyes of the people sitting in the auditorium all looked at the entrance in unison. Under their gaze, wearing prison clothes The figure of the prisoner appeared at the entrance.

His hair was messy due to lack of care, his face was pale, his eye sockets were sunken, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. Coupled with the image of a shaggy beard, when he walked forward step by step with his shackles in his hands, he could see It looked a little pitiful.

"I remember that prisoners can ask the prison to exercise their right to self-cleaning—" Brody tilted his head slightly, and asked Bruce who was sitting next to him in a low voice, and was interrupted by Bruce before he could finish speaking.

"He did it on purpose."

"what……?"

Bruce looked sideways at Brody, his expression was a little indifferent, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his lowered voice: "Make yourself look weak, look remorseful, and use it to deceive the companions."

After hearing Bruce's explanation, Brody's expression became complicated. He looked towards the dock, only to find that Pierce, who was standing on the dock, was also looking at him.

The deep malice revealed in those eyes made Brody startled. When he looked over again, he found that Pierce was no longer looking at him, as if the eyes just now were just his illusion.

Brody: "..." But he knew that he was right, maybe that look was fleeting, because Pierce couldn't let the jury and the judges perceive his true thoughts now.

He just didn't mind having Brody see it, because—

Brody pursed his lips.

Bruce was squinting at the psychiatrist who was about to defend the prisoner, and his eyes were not friendly, but he quickly noticed something wrong with Brody from the corner of his eyes, and he immediately looked back, raised his hand lightly Patted Brody's arm.

"What's the matter with you, Brody?"

"...Brucey," Brody said softly, "is it true that criminals, when they have never repented, like to show their malice to innocent people, and even like to see them panic because of it."

Bruce fell silent for a while, and he didn't answer right away. It wasn't until the judges appeared one by one and took their seats that Bruce said in a low voice, "It happens when he's already in the dark."

When he said this, Bruce glanced across the dock, his eyes flashed with suspicion. He thought Brody would say such a thing, probably because of some reason, and Pierce was the most suspect. one.

Brody took a deep breath, recalling that look, he waved his fist, and said in a low voice: "Then beat them up, and then put them in prison, let them immerse themselves in their own darkness in the prison , sooner or later they will know what to do."

If Pierce thinks that just this look will make him panic, it can only be wishful thinking.

As the judge rang the gavel in his hand, it rang suddenly, and after a "pop", it marked the opening of the court.

For Bruce, this is not the first time he has seen this kind of defendant's lawyer who turned black and white. They let prisoners who are clearly guilty and do not intend to repent from trial, so that they do not have to bear the price they should have borne.What impressed Bruce the most was the criminal who had been shot by others, killed his parents, and almost made Brody unable to wake up.

But for Brody, this was the first time he saw it with his own eyes.

Although it cannot be said that the Three Views were shocked, he was indeed affected.He is different from Bruce. Although he knows the darkness of Gotham City, he is not like Bruce—who took the initiative to get in touch with criminals because he wanted to know more about them—and has personally experienced them.

At this moment, Brody suddenly had a clearer feeling about what his brother had done.

Gotham doesn't need these guys who turn black and white, do things for evil, and have no fear.

"...Therefore, I think the prison is not suitable for Mr. Cole's current mental state. He needs a more suitable rehabilitation environment, which will allow Mr. Cole to better repent of the wrong things he has done."

"My client was deeply tormented, and he was even mentally affected by his deep repentance in prison."

"I regret what I have done, Mr Judge."

After the defense lawyer's voice fell, the Mr. Cole in his mouth, that is, Pierce, spoke. He looked directly at the judge's seat and said sincerely, "When I am in a normal state, I know that I have done something wrong. Apologize to those who have been hurt."

The judge's expression changed slightly, "Mr. Wayne Jr., and Miss Wengers, are you willing to accept his apology?"

The two people who had been named couldn't help but look at each other. They both looked at the prisoner whose back was facing them, and in their line of sight, the other person slowly turned around and looked at them.

When Pierce hunched his shoulders and raised his eyebrows, he looked honest and pathetic.

"I don't care about it." Brody said first, his expression was indifferent, as he said, he was not interested in this person's apology, especially when he knew that what this person said was all lies when.

He's not interested in hearing a false apology.

Miss Wingers—Pierce's ex-girlfriend Alisa showed a slight shake in her expression. After all, this person used to be her boyfriend, and because of her negligence, she ignored his mental state, which made it difficult for her to be honest. In the end, she bit her lip and said hesitantly, "If he really repents."

"I'm more sincere than ever, Alissa," Pierce said. "I repent of my actions."

He stared deeply at his girlfriend, and repeated again:

"sorry."

The prisoner in the dock stooped.

Pierce was successfully fished out by his defense lawyer. Under the escort of the lawyer, he walked forward with a slightly bent back. His image was almost the same as before he was not imprisoned, and he still seemed to have no confidence.

When he passed Alisa, he stopped for a moment, his lips squirmed, but a second before he opened his mouth, someone grabbed his arm.

"No matter what you want to say, at least shut up now, Pierce," his lawyer warned him in a low voice, "you will not talk to your woman until you leave the court and finish what I said."

Pierce's expression twisted, one thing is actually what his lawyer—that is, the man who came to see him in the prison—was right in saying that his mental state was truly unstable, which made him sometimes Will do unexpected crazy things.

Just after he's about to do it again while still out of court, he meets someone that sends his brain into a half-calm, half-mad state.

The person he was watching stood up from the gallery, tilted his head slightly, and walked out while talking to his brother, without paying any attention to Pierce.

Clearly Pierce's gaze was extremely strong, but it seemed that the other party had deliberately ignored him. Until the young man and his family left the court, they only gave him a back view.

Pierce looked grim.

He remembered what he had just said to the judge, and he was sorry for what he had done.

Yes--

He is indeed sorry.

Pierce had no intention of talking to Alisa, and he walked out with the crowd until he got into the lawyer's car, and when the car started, he laughed out loud.

"Hehe...haha...hahahaha—cough cough!"

Pierce coughed a few times because he laughed so wildly that he choked for a moment. He clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, his eye sockets widened, as if he was going to stare them out, bloodshot all over.

It doesn't matter, he will let them see his apology.