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Outside the office on the third floor of the court office building, Lawrence reached out and knocked on the door. He stood by the wall on weekends. Both of them were waiting. While looking at each other, they seemed to have expectations, and they wanted to step into the judge's office and directly capture the murderer.

"Please come in."

The moment Erkov's voice came out, he pushed the door and walked in in front of Lawrence over the weekend. He was not trying to take credit, but wanted to see the judge's neck with his own eyes.

Crunch.

The door sounded, and then a figure appeared in front of the weekend in the office. The man was standing next to the clothes hanger, carrying a windbreaker in his hand and hanging it on the clothes hanger... The damn scarf was still around his neck!

"Officer Zhou?"

Erkov looked back and saw the weekend and was obviously surprised, but he didn't do much. He hung up his windbreaker in a suit, walked back to the desk with his paper bag and said, "Is that your partner?" He could even say kindly: "Please come in, don't stand at the door."

He didn't say a word on the weekend and just waited for Erkov's next move, but he never took off his scarf and sat steadily behind the desk, not feeling awkward at all.

This scene would make Lawrence very anxious. When he walked over, he interrupted on weekends for fear that Lawrence would be too impulsive: "Judge Erkoff, we are here to apply for a search warrant. However, the judge who often issues search warrants for us has not arrived yet. Because the case is urgent, he had to come to you. After all, I only know two judges in the entire court."

There was no loophole in these words on the weekend. The police often encountered emergencies when handling cases. In addition, he met Erkov again, so the whole sentence was natural.

Lawrence couldn't hold back his words and interrupted, "Mr. Judge, aren't you hot with your scarf?"

"Talk about the main business first." Erkov said to pass over Lawrence's problem. No, the case you mentioned was urgent. Of course, it was a serious matter.

Erkov continued: "Officer Zhou, when we last contacted us, you seemed to be still in the anti-black and anti-drug department, so this case..."

"No. Judge Erkov, I have been transferred to the Homicide Department, and I am the agent of the Homicide Department, Sha Zhan. The cases currently handled are 'Justine' and 'Preston's Falling Cause'."

He deliberately told these two cases over the weekend, and he wanted to see what Erkov would react after hearing these two cases.

Erkov nodded, with no expression on his face. Like every judge, after experiencing too many similar cases, these cases are no longer life in the eyes of them, but just ordinary files, and there is no feeling at all: "Oh, I have heard of these two cases. I am bluntly speaking, I want me to sign a search warrant for you. I must tell me the truth, Officer Zhou, how far has the case been progressed? Is there clear evidence to prove the necessity of this search? Where is the search?"

He said self-deprecatingly: "Don't mind, after all, this is our first contact at work. Otherwise, are you going to search the headquarters of the Homeland Security Bureau and I will give you a search warrant? Well, this is just a joke."

He was so professional that Erkov was familiar with professionalism, but he actually heard the "Justin murder case" and the "Preston falls into the building case" with his own ears. He made fun of the weekend, and the content of the joke was also a well-known strange thing in Los Angeles. After the media promoted it, everyone knew that Connors was probably in the hands of the Department of Homeland Security.

He is really the murderer?

I asked myself again on the weekend, but he didn't see any unsuitable moves in Erkov, and he didn't even have a slight flash of eyes!

"We got the DNA of the murderer and the phone number of the murderer's vehicle hired. It is very likely that the murderer's true identity will be found through the phone number. Judge Erkov, can you use your computer? I have all the information in my email. You can see the progress of the case immediately."

What else can you say on the weekend?

You can't go up and grab Erkov's scarf and pull it off directly, right? He can only find another way.

"Mr. Judge." At this time, Lawrence spoke because he had thought of a solution.

Erkov just got up and gave up his seat, preparing to sit for the weekend so that he could find information in his email. At this time, Lawrence's voice happened to appear: "Hmm?" Erkov looked at Lawrence.

"Have you attended a legal meeting in Alaska? It is a private legal meeting held by famous lawyers and officials from all over the world, specializing in discussing controversial legal cases in society?"

Why did he tell it?

I sighed at this weekend and was very dissatisfied with Lawrence's direct way of providing a guarantee.

"Yes, is there any problem?"

Erkov did not hesitate to agree.

"According to the data, the murderer is very good at being among the people who traveled from Los Angeles to Alaska. According to our investigation, there should be a wound on the murderer's neck. Mr. Judge, you are the person in Los Angeles who respects the law and controversy the most. I don't know if you are willing to take off your scarf and let us look at your neck. After all, you went to Alaska."

For a moment, the room was in a strange silence. When Erkov looked at Lawrence, he did not show any offensive anger. At least he did not see anything on the weekend. This seemed a bit abnormal for a judge with a very high status.

"This...Sir Detective, are you doubting me?"

He quickly said on the weekend: "Mr. Judge, that's not what he meant..."

Lawrence gritted his teeth and said, "That's what I mean!"

Erkov stood beside the weekend and looked at him and said, "Do you think so too? Officer Zhou?"

Now I want to drag the progress bar directly to the beginning of this story on the weekend. If possible, he would never bring Lawrence with him. Wouldn't this put himself on the fire?

No wonder many leaders think that they are not those reckless young people. Have you ever thought about where to place the leader when you reflect your ideas and firmly believe in betting on your passionate future?

This is just like the doctor in the hospital tells the patient that the success rate of the surgery is more than 95%, and the patient will feel relieved immediately. However, they don’t know the truth at all. Even if the doctor says that the chance of the surgery is 99%, it is actually equal to 50%, because the patient has a 50% chance of becoming that 1%. What should I do then? Will you let the leader cry with you with your 99% successful plan?

But, now that things have come to this point, what else can I say? The current situation is simply difficult to get rid of!

"Yes, Mr. Judge, I think so too."

“Ok.”

Erkov took off his scarf bit by bit. When he saw the other person's movements without any drag on the water on the weekend, he knew that there was no chance. When the scarf was lifted, both of them locked his neck on the weekend. There was a band-aid sticker on the position where they both could see!

My heart suddenly beat out on the weekend. He felt that this was not right. Bandage could not block the wound. No knife could pierce as deep as a needle without leaving a long wound. For knife wounds, especially cuts, the length and depth are proportional. Otherwise, it might be a stab wound. But when people describe this injury, they are talking about "cutting the artery" rather than "cutting the artery".

"Let's go down!"

Lawrence reacted completely differently from the weekend. He took out a gun from the back and said to Erkov: "Let's go down, you've been a bastard who has been staying for a week."

"What are you doing Lawrence!"

I immediately stopped talking on the weekend: "Put down the gun!"

"Zhou, he is the murderer." Lawrence was still explaining.

"Shut up!"

On the weekend, I quickly blocked Erkov and said, "Mr. Judge, I am sorry for Lawrence's offense. When I go back, I will punish him, and I will."

Lawrence was stupid.

Erkov shook his head and said, "No, I admire his persistence in justice. I am about to lift the Band-Aid to show him."

"Look." Erkov uncovered the band-aid no matter what he said on the weekend. There was an adult who knew what it meant... a strawberry print.

At this time on the weekend, he finally saw what he wanted to see. He saw Erkov's smile full of satisfaction but could not fully release!

I will never forget this smile on weekends. This sense of release. When he pointed a pistol at Adam at the top of the rooftop of Cecil Hotel, he rushed directly into the depths of his mind. The pleasure was like an electric current sweeping the edges of every skin on his body in an instant, so comfortable and unique!!

"Now, can we continue?" Erkov turned around. He was generous and dared to let the two policemen see the strawberry marks on his neck, but was so stingy that he was unwilling to let his eyes and smiles take another look at his eyes and smile on the weekend!

Lawrence Mu stood in the distance, holding a gun and changed his name: "You, you were with the woman last night..."

"Yes, last night, I was with an ignored Spanish girl...I'm also a man, aren't I?" Erkov replied as he turned around, and after he turned around, his facial expression had returned to normal after hanging his hand at the coverup.
Chapter completed!