"... apparently the situation has completely reversed?
A man staring still at the whereabouts of the trial in the room beside the judge's seat murmured so quietly against Lennon, who was similarly beside him.
Lennon, however, did not change his complexion, but merely asked what was going on in the courthouse through a hidden window.
"Are you sure? Aren't you going to be guilty, too, like this?
Then Lennon finally opened his thinly stretched lips to that extreme.
"I don't mind. It's like the front seat."
"… front seat……………"
Then Lennon took his gaze off the hidden window softly and said to the man beside him in a slow motion.
"Isn't that right? The protagonist of this trial is…"
Lennon laughed lightly once he separated words there, pulling and distorting a face that he thought was just skin sticking to his skeleton.
And he said with his sliced eyes stretched out as thin as his lips, staring at the man.
But even though Lennon had named him the star, he never responded to Lennon in particular, and he just stood still through a hidden window to see what was going on in court with his uncivilized, vain eyes.
Two.
"Your Honor. This witness can say that its existence is vague. Not very much, but it seems to me impossible to continue the trial any further, based on his testimony?
Shester appealed to the presiding judge that the trial would not be continued.
Then the judge started talking to the judges on both sides.
Shester looked back at the defendant's seat in the meantime and made him smile and nod lightly against Lombardo.
Lombardo then gave Shester a nod with a smile on his face.
Shester then looked at the prosecutor's seat with a satisfied look on his face.
Then unexpectedly, below the attorney general's cohort, the prosecutors seemed to Chester to be calm without showing much haste bareback.
Shester was surprised and continued to ask about the prosecutor's seat for a while, but they were still consulting calmly.
(... weird... this trial itself should be annulled if the witness is annulled... then it shouldn't be a big blow to them... what do you mean you're calm nonetheless?... you mean it's some kind of hidden ball?............... Probably would be. There's no way Lennon's guy can pull back with this much. He's been following the deputy secretary for years. There's no way we're gonna end up like this. But... what is a hidden ball? What the hell kind of things can you think of? …………
Shester continued to wander his head desperately trying to read Lennon's next hand.