Chapter 2: 2

NYPD headquarters, Interrogation Room 1.

 

Brooklyn has been locked up here for two hours.

 

No one has questioned him, no one has read him Miranda's rights, no one has beaten him, he just wants to be forgotten.

 

Brooklyn is very calm. He repeatedly compared the memories of yesterday after entering the police station and found that he did not not inherit the body's memories, but needed to be in the right place and see the corresponding person/item to awaken the relevant memories.

 

For example, when he was at the crime scene, his memory was fuzzy at first, but after seeing Selena, his memory became clearer.

 

The police station too.

 

From the door all the way to being brought here, his memories are blurry, until the sight of a 30-year-old police officer, that part of the relevant memories become clear.

 

The officer's name was David Portman, head of the New York Homicide Unit, and he knew himself, and the two had a mutual friend.

 

He could not remember what his friend's name was, what he was doing, or even whether he was a man or a woman.

 

Another two hours passed, and it was getting dark, but no one paid any attention to him.

 

Brooklyn is a little restless.

 

This is very strange.

 

As the number one suspect in the murder, it's unreasonable that no one came to interrogate him!

 

Just as Brooklyn was about to take some drastic measures, the door of the interrogation room opened.

 

David walked in.

 

"I thought you'd keep pretending you didn't see me."

 

Brooklyn tried to imitate the tone of meeting old friends and started talking.

 

His memory is just a movie-like fragment, what kind of person is like, what kind of personality is like, what kind of tone the two of them are talking about, etc., all have to be summed up and explored by himself.

 

"Brooklyn, you're in trouble right now."

 

David ignored his complaints and said seriously.

 

He sat across from Brooklyn, opened the folder, and arranged reports and photos on the table.

 

"These are photos of the scene."

 

"This is the fingerprint comparison of the murder weapon."

 

"This is the result of DNA comparison collected on site."

 

"This is... hey."

 

David sighed, pointing to the picture of the trash can.

 

"Tell me the truth." He looked up at the monitor and asked in a low voice, "is it you?"

 

David's attitude made Brooklyn feel relieved. It seems that this friend is quite reliable.

 

"not me."

 

Brooklyn shook his head.

 

"I didn't kill her. She was going to kill herself. I tried to save her, so my fingerprints and footprints were all over the place."

 

"And these bloodstains on my body."

 

Brooklyn pointed to his shirt. The originally neat white shirt had become crumpled and dirty after being ravaged all afternoon.

 

"What do you have in her hands?"

 

David gritted his teeth and asked, with a hint of hatred in his expression and tone.

 

I've warned you not to fool around, but you just don't listen!"

 

"You believe Me?"

 

Brooklyn didn't dwell on the topic of fooling around and asked instead.

 

"You're a coward, you've been one since you were a kid! It's okay to dabble in sex, you wouldn't dare to kill anyone!"

 

David said with a complicated expression.

 

"Your case is in the hands of the second group. They have determined the nature of the case and just handed it over to the District Prosecutor's Office. It is estimated that the District Prosecutor's Office will submit an indictment to the court tomorrow morning."

 

"I can't help you. To clear your name, you can only rely on yourself to defend yourself in court."

 

"Do you need me to hire an extra lawyer for you?"

 

Brooklyn thought about it then shook his head and refused.

 

For this kind of case, if someone else hired him as a defense lawyer, he would also advocate that the client plead guilty. Because no one will believe it!

 

There are traces of you all over the scene, and you tell me that the deceased committed suicide?

 

What a joke!

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"Don't be discouraged, didn't you say that you are the best lawyer in New York."

 

Seeing that Brooklyn looked worried, David comforted.

 

"Thanks."

 

Brooklyn smiled awkwardly. Turning to ask

 

"Why so fast?"

 

Such homicide cases are usually handled by the police cautiously. The relevant paperwork that needs to be filled out has to be as thick as an Oxford textbook. It is impossible to do it every one or two weeks. he "commited"a crime in the afternoon and everything was filled out in the evening? finished?

 

"I don't know, but I have read the documents and they are all complete."

 

"oh."

 

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

 

Brooklyn is a stranger pretending to be an acquaintance and doesn't know how to chat, while David is worried about Brooklyn and has no interest in chatting. So the two were silent for a while, and it ended hastily.

 

"I have a blanket over there, I'll bring it to you later. I guess you'll have to live here tonight."

 

Before leaving, David brought him a blanket and comforted him a few more words before leaving.

 

Brooklyn was wrapped in a blanket, silently recalling every detail from waking up to being brought into the interrogation room.

 

He was supposed to be a lawyer, and going to court tomorrow or the day after tomorrow .Where he should be able to awaken another memory, which is beneficial to him.

 

But he also knows that this kind of case defense is very difficult, especially after the media exposure in the afternoon, it will be a tough battle. Wanting to win, want to be acquitted, and not affect your future career, is as difficult as eliminating federal racial discrimination.

 

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The day after murder case issue.

 

Brooklyn was still asleep when he was woken up.

 

It was the rude fat man cop who woke him up, and two papers were slapped in front of him.

 

One was a warrant for his arrest and the other was a court summons.

 

"Brooklyn Lee, you are now under legal arrest for the alleged murder of Ms. Selena."

 

(TLN: does she not have a last name???)

 

The fat man had a gloating look on his face

 

"Didn't you want Miranda's rights? Here it is now."

 

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you can't afford an attorney, one will be provided to you. Do you fully understand your rights as stated above?"

 

Brooklyn looked at the subpoena and found that the time was "tighter" than he had expected.

 

The court asked him to appear at 10:00 this morning for a hearing.

 

Generally, the police intervene in the investigation from the time of the incident, and will issue an arrest warrant to the judge to arrest the suspect. If the suspect is wrongly arrested, he will be released, and if the suspect is caught correctly, the trial and paperwork will begin.

 

When the relevant documents are completed, the police department will hand over the case to the district attorney's office, and if the prosecutor reads it and agrees with the police's judgment, he or she will draft an indictment and submit it to the court to file a lawsuit against the suspect.

 

After the court accepts the case, it will issue a subpoena requiring the suspect to appear in court for a hearing. Hearings can be in a judge's office or in a formal courtroom.

 

The hearing is to inform the defendant of his or her standing to file a pretrial unless the defendant waives his or her right to a pretrial himself or herself. Usually the judge will place the hearing with the pretrial and arraignment that follow.

 

The hearing is to inform the defendant of his or her rights, and the pretrial is to clarify the charges against the defendant. The arraignment is when the judge reads the indictment to the defendant and explains the nature of the charges.

 

However, a new case will usually be notified by the court about a week after the indictment is filed, and the hearing time will be set within a short period of three days or no upper limit.

 

Isn't his a little too fast?

 

'Is this a hidden benefit for court insiders?'

 

Brooklyn rambled on, leaving the gloating fat man aside.

 

"Your Honor, Judge Brooklyn Lee, you better hurry up, you have a court hearing to attend before ten o'clock. Stand in the dock."

 

The fat man said angrily.

 

"What's your name?"

 

Brooklyn asked suspiciously.

 

He could clearly feel the fat man's hostility towards him, but the problem was that he hadn't awakened any memory at all during his contact with the fat man.

 

In other words, the two of them didn't know each other at all!

 

Who said there is no love and hate without a reason? This is not it!

 

"You ......"

 

Brooklyn did not bother to take care of the inexplicable fat man, took the initiative to stand up and said "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Let's go. Unimportant police officer sir."

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