Chapter 200
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The skinny old man's face was cold: "I need to remind you that impersonating a criminal will be dealt with as a crime of covering up. We will severely investigate this!"
Abel's eyelids twitched slightly. He calmly said, "When we caught this man, we accidentally found out through torture that he confessed to us. As for the details, we need to ask the magistrate to confirm it. However, the Mill family will never protect any criminal!"
Hearing his cunning answer, the skinny old man snorted and didn't say anything more.
A moment later, the real culprit was brought into the court.
It was a middle-aged man. He was escorted by two knights of the magistrate and a senior priest to the court. He bowed his head and looked at his toes all the way.
The senior priest slightly bowed to the skinny old man and said: "The basic information has been verified. He confessed that he killed Deacon Huey's wife and Deacon Huey."
The skinny old man indifferently said: "Evidence."
"Yes." The senior priest slightly nodded and shook a roll of information in his hand: "The criminal Nolte, 36 years old this year. He was a knight of the Feit family. He didn't get the medal of honor from the Knight's Hall. His wife died five years ago due to the bubonic plague. Only his daughter was left." He paused a little and continued: "Nolte confessed to the crime process. He admitted that he killed Deacon Huey in the rainy night. The motive was revenge! Five years ago, Deacon Huey's carriage almost hit his critically ill wife. Nolte blamed the death of his wife on Deacon Huey. So he secretly investigated Deacon Huey's whereabouts and waited for an opportunity to retaliate. "
"After killing Deacon Huey, he hated his wife. So he sneaked into Deacon Huey's house again and killed his wife."
The senior priest said to the skinny old man: "The evidence is that several steel nails were found in his house. They were the same as the murder weapon that pierced Deacon Huey's chest. They were stained with dried blood. In addition, according to other acquaintances of Nolte, Nolte has a serious dog abuse habit. The dog blood on the steel nails was stained by Nolte when he killed stray dogs."
The skinny old man's face darkened. As someone who had handled hundreds of cases, his first instinct told him that this was a noble impersonation crime. Otherwise, with their investigation power, they would have found out long ago that an ordinary knight had committed the crime.
"Dear Priest, now that the evidence is conclusive, and the criminal is here, shouldn't you release my child?" Abel said in a humble tone.
The thin old man coldly looked at him and said to the senior cleric below: "How does he explain the bracelet left at the scene?"
The priest looked at the middle-aged knight: "He said that he found this bracelet on the street in front of the Moulin Rouge."
"Are you saying that the dancer lady is lying?" The skinny elder snorted and said, "Let her come up."
Soon, the dancer with the white cat mask came to the court. Her face was a little pale. She looked at Abel and the others timidly, then looked at the skinny old man and said: "Sir, I don't remember what happened that day. Maybe I dropped it on the road before I went to work."
The skinny elder narrowed his eyes and said, "You may leave."
The dancer was taken away.
Alex held his crutch and said in a cold voice: "Now that the truth is out, I hope the magistrate can deal with it fairly!"
The skinny old man slightly frowned and whispered to the two people next to him.
At this time, two figures suddenly entered the court. It was Timothy and the sword scar youth. Timothy said to the skinny old man: "Sir, please allow us to interrogate the criminal."
The skinny old man saw her come forward and nodded: "Okay, I will give you 15 minutes to investigate."
"No!" Abel hurriedly said with a sullen face: "This is not in line with the rules. Now that the truth is out and the criminal has confessed, what else do you want to investigate?"
"It's not your turn to interfere in the magistrate's affairs." Timothy looked at him and said coldly.
"You!" Abel glared at her.
"Don't be rude!" The skinny old man immediately criticized Timothy and said: "Take him away." Then, he said to Abel: "There is a lot of evidence in this case. We need to take him to confirm one by one."
Abel's face turned ugly as he looked at the middle-aged man who was dragged away by Timothy. His fingers were tightly clenched in his sleeves.
Old Fulin looked at the changes in the court. He lowered his voice and said to Dudian: "It seems that the magistrate has determined that Vick is the murderer. The two disciplinary officers will take away the scapegoat. They will torture him to get a confession. This time the magistrate is serious."
Dudian calmly said: "How can they not worry about their own safety in the future if a deacon can be easily blamed for the assassination?"
Old Fulin was startled as he looked at the three deacon level priests. There was a bitter smile on his face.
After a moment, Timothy and the sword scar youth came back. They carried the middle-aged man who was trembling all over.
The middle-aged man wasn't injured, but his head was full of cold sweat. His body was gently trembling.
"Reporting to the High Priest, after investigation, it has been proven that this person is lying." Timothy bowed slightly.
The skinny old man's eyes lit up: "Please elaborate."
"Yes." Timothy nodded and turned to the crowd: "After the investigation, the man personally admitted that he was hired to be the scapegoat. He will be released on bail soon after he is imprisoned. Moreover, he will get a lot of money. That's why he is willing to do this."
Abel and Alex, as well as Vick, who was in the field, sighed in relief. Their complexion changed and became somewhat ugly.
The thin old man heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "Who hired him?"
Timothy looked at Abel and others.: "He said that he didn't know the name and appearance of the other party."
Old Fulin was startled. The expectation in his eyes turned into regret. He whispered: "The Mill family has prepared a card. Their mind is very meticulous."
Dean nodded. There was a bit of regret in his heart. If the middle-aged man pointed out that it was the Mill family then it would be a heavy blow to the Mill family. Obviously, the Mill family had expected this and didn't treat it carelessly.
The thin old man glanced at Alex and said: "Now that the matter has been investigated clearly, I sentence Mill family's Vick Mill to assassinate deacon Huey and his wife. He has violated the law. Chapter III, Article 28 of the crime of murder. He is sentenced to death with one year reprieve. Once the reprieve is over, he will be executed. He will be imprisoned in Thorn Flower Prison!" After he finished speaking, the ruler fell down.
The crisp sound of the ruler was like a slap to Abel and the others' faces. For a moment, they were stunned. They couldn't believe that the magistrate was so decisive.
Vick's mind went blank. He looked at his father and grandfather in the stands. They had lost their souls and had an ugly expression on their faces. His heart sank. He rushed out of his seat and roared: "I'm not guilty! I'm not guilty! I'm innocent! You bastards can't distinguish right from wrong! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh …"
Pa! The roar came to an abrupt end.
It was Timothy who had slapped him in the face. The heavy force made him fall to the ground. His brain buzzed.
Timothy snorted coldly and waved his hand. "Take him away!"
Two knights of the magistrate immediately came over and grabbed Vick's shoulders. They escorted him out of the courtroom through the passage.
"It's finally over." Old Fulin was relieved. He felt tired.
Dean looked at Vick's back. There was a faint smile on his face: "I hope he can take care of his body."
Old Fulin looked at him and laughed: "You have a little sympathy."
Dean smiled: "It's my turn to clear my name."
Old Fulin nodded: "I will support you."
Dean smiled.
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