When Vikander dragged his body to the sentencing court, he immediately looked towards the audience seats and immediately saw his father Abel and grandfather Alex in the first row in front, with a look of help in his eyes.
Alex looked at him lovingly and said loudly: "Don't be afraid, kid, grandpa will seek your innocence."
Vikander's eyes were red.
It was only when he was in trouble that he deeply felt his grandfather's care.
His heart was full of self-blame and shame, and more importantly, he was filled with hatred for the real murderer who framed him.
After Vikander took the seat, an old man at the judgment table coughed lightly and said indifferently: "Be quiet."
The comments from other people present pointing at Vikander suddenly subsided and became as silent as death.
"After investigation by the four punishers and two deacons and priests of the trial, it is currently determined that the Milan family, Mr.
Vikander Milan, sneaked into Deacon Howlett's house on the afternoon of the 18th of this month and killed Deacon Howlett.
Wife, do you plead guilty?"
The thin old man in the middle looked down at Vikander below and stared into his eyes coldly.
"No," Vikander yelled without thinking, "I was wronged, I am a knight, and I will never lie."
The skinny old man snorted coldly and said: "Shen Jing, your knighthood was taken away by the Knights Hall yesterday afternoon."
Vikander's face froze, and he looked back at his father and grandfather in the stands.
After all, he grew up in a noble family, and he knew that behind the deprivation of his knighthood, it was not just the simple knights' hall that gave up on him, but The pressure exerted on the Knights Hall from the outside forces the Knights Hall to make a choice, and this choice is to draw boundaries.
"Kino, the son of Holet, witnessed you killing his mother.
At that time, you left in a panic and was seen by the neighbor on the left.
The necklace you stole was left at the scene.
There are both witnesses and physical evidence.
You can plead guilty."
Skinny The old man shouted coldly.
Vikander looked ugly and clenched his fists.
He suddenly felt the humility of a person who rebelled against the entire law and the world.
However, he still gritted his teeth and said: "I was framed.
There are many doubts here.
Why don't you go?"
Investigate clearly.
You said that Holett's son saw me.
If that's the case, why didn't I kill his mother and leave a disaster behind?"
"Besides, it's ridiculous for you to say that I stole a necklace.
My Milan family started with gems.
I have never seen any kind of gems.
I will steal a necklace."
The skinny old man said indifferently: "You didn't kill Jino.
Maybe it was because of your conscience at the time, or maybe you didn't notice the existence of Jino.
As for why you stole a necklace, the reason is very simple.
Maybe you thought it was valuable to give one as a gift."
A gold necklace for a Moulin Rouge dancer who spent the night, It was not worth it, so I stole it back.
Of course, it might be your personal preference.
There are many reasons, but you stole the necklace.
This can be proven by both human and physical evidence, and the necklace appeared in Howlett.
It is also true that Keno found the body of Hollett’s wife at the deacon’s house.”
When Vikander heard what he said, he felt like he had heard the biggest joke in the world, but he couldn't laugh.
Instead, anger almost burned his entire chest.
He suddenly understood that when the so-called "evidence" appeared, all Language will be eclipsed.
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When prejudice arises but trust does not exist, all explanations are pale cover-ups.
He clenched his fists tightly and tried his best to control the anger in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I ask Holett's son to confront me."
The thin old man glanced at him and said to the Judgment Knight next to him: "Bring him here."
The trial knight nodded in agreement, and after a moment, he led an eight or nine-year-old boy to the sentencing court.
The little boy was being led by the Judgment Knight.
As soon as he appeared, people from various news agencies in the stands behind him noticed and took notes.
"Jino, please tell me about the scene at that time."
The thin old man looked at Jino and his tone was much calmer.
Jino nodded slightly and glanced at Vikander with hatred.
Vikander saw his gaze and hurriedly said before he spoke: "Boy, think about it carefully.
Are you sure you saw me with your own eyes?
I mean my face."
Jino stared at him and said, "You were wearing a mask, but I remember your clothes.
It was you who killed my mother."
Vikander was angry and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, if I killed your mother, why didn't I kill you by the way?"
When he said this, he wanted to strangle this kid to death.
Jino clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "You didn't notice me, I was hiding at the stairs."
"Lie" Vikander said angrily: "I am a knight, how could my hearing not detect a child nearby?"
"I told you, I was hiding," Gino gritted his teeth and said, "I was playing a hide-and-seek game with my mother, that's why you didn't notice."
Vikander choked and was speechless for a moment.
Dudian in the stands looked at the little boy with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood and secretly sighed in his heart.
Hatred can indeed make a person crazy, even a child.
"Now that the evidence is conclusive and there are witnesses and material evidence, you can plead guilty," the thin old man said coldly.
Vikander angrily roared: "I didn't kill anyone, I don't plead guilty, and I will never plead guilty to death."
Alex stood up slowly in the front row and said in a deep voice to the thin old man: "Sir, there are many doubts here.
Please represent the justice and strictness of the trial and investigate carefully, and don't let others frame you.
He used commercial suppression methods to maliciously retaliate against our family.
After all, my grandson won the knighthood.
Although he has been deprived of it now, he was once an upright knight and would never commit murder. " "Really?"
the skinny old man said indifferently: "A knight who has been deprived of his identity is not worthy of being called a knight.
Knights are glorious and upright, surrounded by light.
If I remember correctly, Vikander has always liked to go to some Moulin Rouge places to indulge in beauty in singing and dancing.
Sex, this is what a knight should do."
Alex choked slightly and said with a stern face: "But he would never kill a trial deacon.
This is definitely a conspiracy and a frame-up."
"If you don't have evidence, please don't speak."
The thin old man glanced at him sternly.
The two of them were almost the same age, so he naturally didn't need to give him any good looks.
"Who said there is no evidence?"
Abel, who was silent next to him, suddenly stood up, his tall and gentlemanly back straightened, and said coldly: "Our Milan family has captured the real murderer, and is now sending him here for punishment."
When he said this, everyone present was stunned for a moment and looked at the thin old man.
The skinny old man's first reaction was to darken his face.
Even the punishers sent out by their trial center could not catch the murderer.
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If a mere noble could catch the murderer, he would naturally not believe it.
Even if he did catch him, he would still give them to the trial center.
A slap in the face would be even more embarrassing.
He said coldly: "Is there any evidence to catch the murderer?"
"Of course, and he has confessed."
Abel said.
Fulin from behind whispered to Dudian: "We have found a scapegoat."
Dudian nodded slightly and frowned slightly
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