People in the US variety show, the genius doctor is fierce

Chapter 83 Only I can say you are small!
The Marshal's Office.

Sean followed the cool bailiff Nick and listened carefully to him explaining the legal spirit of the night court.

After all, New York will be his base for a long time to come.

You must know what you should know.

He was originally quite skeptical about the outcome of the night court trial, as it somewhat shattered his understanding of American law.

It doesn’t seem like the world of American variety shows.

It does have a real sense of fairness and justice.

And listening to the legal spirit preached by the bailiff also confirmed his feeling.

"Are you weird?" Bailiff Nick glanced at him.

"Isn't it strange?" Sean asked honestly, "I have never heard of a court in other places that actually practices the spirit of the law.

Is there night court anywhere else?"

"Not yet." Bailiff Nick shook his head: "Judge Odinson came first, and Judge Odinson chose New York, and then the night court appeared in New York."

"I think so too." Sean nodded in understanding.

It turns out to be a special case.

It was an attempt at justice by a powerful person.

"What do you think of night court?" Bailiff Nick asked again.

"Great!" Sean praised with a smile.

"You're not taking it seriously." But Bailiff Nick saw what he meant: "I think the night court can't continue.

You are a demon hunter.

You're more of a believer in more straightforward physical hunting, right?"

Sean gave an awkward yet polite smile.

He didn't want to get entangled in the question of whether it was an idea or not.

He believes more in action.

Night Court was indeed a great attempt at justice, but he was not very optimistic about it.

This is the world of American variety shows shrouded in evil forces.

Even if Judge Odinson is God, Sean doubts whether she can truly practice the legal spirit of the Night Court and go beyond New York and promote it to the entire America.

Again.

Hell is empty, the devil is on earth.

How many teachers does God have?
"No matter how powerful an individual is, it is limited, so we need like-minded companions." Bailiff Nick looked at him.

"With more companions, we can strengthen the power of justice. I think you are good. You agree with our ideals and have good power. Would you like to consider becoming a bailiff in the night court and a partner of justice?"

"Actually, my real job now is as a college student, and I want to be a good doctor in the future." Sean declined.

He does agree with the idea of ​​justice.

But I don’t think it would work in this world.

In this situation, even the public prosecutor felt aggrieved and resigned at the slightest disagreement. How could someone like him, who was good at being chivalrous and punishing evil and promoting good, agree to this?

Don't say anything else.

If he met the little wolf cub in the court just now, he would not be able to tolerate it at all. How could he let it live to the court, let alone just life imprisonment.

Bailiff Nick looked at Sean through his sunglasses for a long time before he spoke: "You can try part-time first.

You still have many years to go before you become a doctor.

In college, instead of joining some shady fraternity, consider taking a part-time job as a bailiff.

I can teach you something you like.

I'm not targeting you.

But your fighting skills are weak."

"How about I consider it?" Seeing that he was so persistent, Sean thought about it and didn't say anything final: "After all, I will be starting school soon."

"Okay." Bailiff Nick did not continue to persuade.

He handed Sean a pile of legal documents. "Don't tell me these are just a list of legal documents for the night court." Sean took it and joked.

"Not now." Bailiff Nick said coolly, "It will be in the future."

Sean laughed dumbly.

The law of the American world is the maritime law system, which follows case law.

There are always massive amounts of documents, the kind that can bury a person with documents.

The peerless martial arts secrets in the movie The Deer and the Cauldron are nothing compared to these massive documents.

According to Bailiff Nick, Judge Odinson has not been running this night court for very long, so naturally there are not many precedents.

Seeing that Bailiff Nick seemed to have a bit of dry sense of humor, Sean boldly wanted to learn his shadow disappearance technique for free, or at least let him point out the spatial principles involved.

However, Bailiff Nick just stared at him without saying a word, but his meaning was very clear: "Want to learn? Come and be a bailiff."

Sean had no choice but to give up.

Not to mention that he didn't want to feel aggrieved, just talk about the Night Court itself. He had offended so many extraordinary races and big shots, so working part-time here was also high-risk.

Not worth the candle.

Holding the stack of documents, Sean left the bailiff's office. As he walked through the courtroom, his keen sense of smell detected a scent.

"Who grilled the tenderloin? Could it be Guo Furong?"

Sean thought about it oddly, but without further investigation, he left the night court.

The apartment of the great witch Annabeth.

Thor's female judge Bernadette returned home listlessly, and met the great witch who also had a gloomy expression.

"what happened to you?"

"What's wrong with you?"

The two of them said in unison, then smiled bitterly at each other. The Great Witch raised the wine glass in front of her and said, "Have a drink?"

"I have to drink a glass!" Bernadette nodded vigorously, took the witch's glass and poured it into her mouth, and said shrilly and viciously: "I'm not a little cutie who can't drink!"

"Someone said you were too young again?" The Great Witch hugged her roommate and said with a smile, "That's too much! You are not an adult when you bully your family, right?

I'm here to help you vent your anger!

Only I can say you are small, no one else can!"

"It's Paul." Bernadette leaned on her roommate's arms and said depressedly, "He left me after all, just like his hairstyle, too bald."

"Hasn't he left yet?" The High Witch would go to help out when the night court was short-staffed, acting as the court's stenographer or clerk. Of course, she knew Paul, the public defender.

She has been busy recently and hasn't been there for a while. She always thought Paul had collapsed a long time ago.

"That's not funny." Bernadette headbutted the opponent, but it bounced back.

"You're going to die." The Great Witch rubbed the place where she was hit and fiddled with Bernadette's little head.

"If you like to hammer people so much, you shouldn't be a judge, but a hammer god. Hey, where's your hammer?"

"What?" Bernadette said venomously, "You think my headbutt wasn't strong enough? Give me a chance to play whack-a-mole with the gavel?"

"Go and have fun by yourself!" said the Great Witch unhappily.

"I forgot to take the hammer." Bernadette said listlessly: "After the trial, I was thinking about persuading Paul to come back, so I didn't think of this. Anyway, I can't lose it.

It's funny to talk about it.

Tonight a psychic actually told me that good things are about to happen to me and true love is approaching.

I found her guilty immediately.

It's obviously nonsense.

How could I possibly meet true love? "

"Don't say that." The Great Witch knew the situation well, and sympathetically hugged her again: "What if someone can really lift your Thor's hammer?"

"impossible!"

Bernadette shouted angrily, "You know this! How is this possible?"

"I know this is difficult, but everything is possible. Miracles are the supreme power that even God is still pursuing." The Great Witch comforted her, "Don't you also believe that there are witches who can escape the fate of being a witch?"

(End of this chapter)