On this day, Feng Zhou was taking a shift break. At this time, he was standing in the square outside the court. He just saw on the bulletin board that the hearing was being held in Courtroom No. 2 on the first floor.
It was still early, so he took out his mobile phone and slowly searched for all the picture information about the building in front of him on the Internet.
Court arrangements, judge's offices, staff offices, surveillance cameras, security arrangements, pedestrian passages... all this information came together in Feng Zhou's mind, and soon formed a 3D building.
In the information age, cameras are installed in almost every corner of the court, but it is impossible to install them in the utility room.
With Feng Zhou's skills, it was too easy to go from the court door to the utility room without being spotted by the cameras.
Feng Zhou put on a cleaner's uniform, put on a mask and pushed a cart full of cleaning tools. He snuck into the office staff lounge openly, put on a jacket and a big scarf, and put on a
There is a mustache on his lips.
"My hair is standing on end. If I change it into a mandarin jacket, it would be like Lu Xun was alive, but I don't know if it has anything to do with Zhou Shuren."
Feng Zhou murmured to himself and walked out of the employee lounge, walked briskly around the corner, and looked at the door of Courtroom No. 2.
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Dr. Jonathan Klein spoke eloquently on the witness stand: "...In my opinion, Mr. Saaz is a danger to himself and others, and prison may not be the best place for his recovery...
"
During his calm and calm narration, the criminal suspect Saz showed a slightly satisfied and sly smile on his face, while the prosecutor Rachel Dawes looked sulky, but could only say nothing.
As expected, despite the conclusive evidence, the suspect Saz still could not be put in jail, but went to Arkham Asylum.
After walking out of the courtroom, Rachel Dawes, who couldn't hold back her anger, quickly caught up with Clayden and said, "Dr. Klein, do you really think that a gangster killer shouldn't go to jail?"
Faced with this accusation, Klein had long been indifferent and said with a calm smile: "My mental evaluation is not a joke, Miss Dawes."
Rachel Dawes stopped him, with a sarcastic sneer on her face: "This is the third time Feconi's men have been diagnosed as lunatics by you and sent to a lunatic asylum."
"It seems that those who have a soft spot for underworld work are lunatics." Klein was still personable.
"Or a bribe taker!" Rachel Dawes followed up on his words.
How could this word play affect Klein? He smiled slightly, stopped and looked at the prosecutor not far away: "Mr. Finch!"
"I think you should check with Miss Dawes whether your prosecutor's office has authorized him to charge me. Get rid of it!"
After saying this, Klein didn't even look back at Rachel Dawes' darkened face, and continued to walk away calmly.
A man with a mustache seemed to be in a hurry, holding a half-eaten hamburger while hurriedly walking over with his head lowered. With a bang, he bumped into Klein's arms, stained with butter, bread crumbs, and half of the chicken nuggets.
A burger was all over each other in one fell swoop.
"You..." Klein frowned immediately.
"Hug, I'm sorry, sir, I..." Feng Zhou, who was disguised as a mustache, changed his expression greatly, and his words became stammering: "There is a dry cleaning shop at the corner of the street, how about I help you..."
"Forget it, sir." Although Klein frowned, he still remained graceful. He stretched out his hand to separate Feng Zhou and said calmly: "I will handle it myself. You can leave."
He took out a piece of tissue paper from his purse, wiped it a little, and then walked to the bathroom.
The bathroom in the courthouse was decorated in a low-key and luxurious manner. Klein unbuttoned his collar in front of the mirror, took out two or three pieces of white paper from the paper drawer and wiped the grease on his clothes.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and it was the mustache.
Klein said: "Sir, you don't have to feel guilty, I will handle it myself."
"Actually, that's not what I'm doing, Doctor Klein." Feng Zhou sighed, took off his scarf, and said calmly: "You helped the murderer escape, and you didn't just disappoint the prosecutors."
Klein's face darkened, and he silently reached for the leather bag next to him.
However, Feng Zhou didn't give him any time at all. He suddenly threw out his scarf and slapped Klein's face hard. Then he randomly stepped forward and kicked Klein hard in the face.
The latter flew up and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.
Feng Zhou stepped forward and punched Klein hard in the abdomen. When the latter's face turned purple and he curled up into a shrimp, he rummaged through his bag and found a spray.
He searched Klein's clothes carefully and found nothing except his wallet. Then he grabbed the leader, dragged him into the cubicle, opened the toilet seat, and stuffed the black-hearted doctor's head into the water. "
Exonerating gangsters, it seems like you really need to clear your head."
Dr. Klein has never encountered such an embarrassing experience. All the calmness and satisfaction turned into agony in an instant. The cold water from the toilet poured into the nasal cavity, and there was no contact with the air. A feeling of suffocation on the verge of death.
On the mind.
After pressing for a minute, Feng Zhou pulled out Klein's head. The chief physician of Arkham Asylum lay there, gasping for air and desperately breathing in fresh air.
Her hair, which had been delicately styled with mousse, had become messy and wet and stuck to her forehead. Her calm and graceful style in the past had long since turned into a mess.
Feng Zhou pinched Klein's neck, holding the bottle of spray in his other hand, and said with a smile: "This is the fear gas you use to deal with people, right? It seems that you will never leave, do I have to
Put on your hood, spray you with some poisonous gas, and stuff you into the toilet. What is the real big fear for you?"
"No, I have money, I can give you money." Klein shouted in a low voice quickly, his voice trembling slightly, and all the reserve and calmness he had when facing Rachel Dawes disappeared without a trace.
Feng Zhou turned the sprayer upside down, aimed it at Klein's head and hit it hard, and said: "Haha, of course I know you have a lot of money. Not only do you help Kaman Fellaini, but also the Lars Ai behind you.
- Guya won’t be stingy about giving you something. But I have no money, so much so that I don’t even have a bank card. I’m afraid I won’t be able to accept your kindness, so what should I do?”
"What?" Klein trembled.
The Shadow Warrior Alliance behind him is very secretive. Even Carman Feconi only knows a little bit about it, but the mustache in front of him knows it well. How can he not be frightened?
It was as if I was naked, exposed in front of a knight in steel helmet and armor, and could only be slaughtered.
His eyes rolled rapidly, and he was about to formulate a reply when Feng Zhou grabbed his neck and stuffed his head into the toilet again.