"My goddess!" Edmund stood up in panic.
The woolen coat that restricted physical movement reminded him of the current situation and prevented the lawyer from jumping onto his desk, but his violent reaction still pushed the thick wooden chair, making a harsh friction sound.
The sharp sound made Viscount Clint tremble in fright, and his already trembling hands became even more unsteady in holding the box, causing it to fall on the table with the fingers inside.
The severed finger with coagulated blood at its base rolled and fell to the corner of the table.
In the early morning, the bright sunshine passed through the window and illuminated every corner of the room. However, at this moment, Edmund and Clint only felt cold all over.
They looked at each other, and no one dared to pick it up.
A slender, red hand took out the tissue from the table, wrapped it around the severed finger, and put it back into the box.
Yager handed the box back to Clint through the tissue: "Mr. Viscount, hold it tight."
"This is key evidence."
Until now, he was the only one in the whole room whose expression had not changed much.
If the fingers can't move, what's the big deal? Yager thought coldly.
It's just a matter of letting the tentacle monster take another bite, or three bites at most.
"Thank you, thank you..." Clint shivered and didn't want to reach out, "You'd better put it on the table."
Yager silently put the box down again.
In the past few days, the number of times he has handed things over and no one dared to accept them has exceeded the limit.
Speaking of which, Clint's reaction made him feel very strange. If he was really so scared, how could he dare to run all the way to the law firm with his finger?
Haven't brought anyone else with me yet.
His doubts were quickly answered.
After his fingers were hidden out of sight, Edmond finally slowly regained his senses. After all, he was a criminal lawyer, so this was not the first time he had seen this kind of scene.
But I'm still scared.
"So, Mr. Viscount, what do you need us to do?" Emond wrapped his black coat tighter.
"To be honest, it would be better for you to call the police in this case. We can't give you much help during the investigation stage."
"Yes, I'm about to call the police." As if he felt that Yager's behavior just now gave him a great sense of security, Clint secretly moved a few inches towards him.
"But this... Lunze's finger was not sent to me by someone."
"Yesterday, we made an appointment to meet at my manor, but he didn't come. I thought he had something to do and planned to change the day, so I didn't care." The Viscount licked his lips nervously.
"In the evening, after taking a walk after dinner, I returned to the study and found this finger on the table."
"I was so shocked at the time that I subconsciously picked it up to confirm whether it was real. Then I saw the ring on it... I gave it to Lunze when he went to sea."
Clint took out another gold ring from his bag.
"I wanted to call the police immediately, but I thought that I didn't have any evidence to prove that the finger and Lunze's disappearance had nothing to do with me. I was afraid that other parties would use this to attack me."
He lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "In the poll a month ago, I won one-fifth of the popular vote. Just wait until the election!"
"I can become a member of Parliament."
Clint's blue eyes stared at Attorney Emond nervously.
"Now, tell me, what is some of this evidence that could be used as an excuse for someone else to attack me?"
There was silence in the room.
Even Edmund hesitated for a while.
Yager couldn't help but raise his head from the messy notes and carefully examine the young man in front of him.
One-fifth of the vote, according to the parliament's percentage representation system, can secure a seat even if it only gets half.
As expected of a candidate for Congress, when ordinary people are still panicking after receiving a finger from a friend, he has already gone beyond calling the police and thought of interrogation, suspicion, hostile factions and lawyers. This mental journey is amazing.
In short, he is a foresighted business veteran.
Compared with Yager's conservative estimate, lawyers with deep experience in capitalists have already thought about the next stage.
Edmond coughed and leaned closer to Clint: "Mr. Viscount, before I start my assessment, I need to ask you a question. Are you...or is it possible to ask Mr. Lenzer to do it before you?"
There was an accident in the manor?"
The experienced lawyer looked at Clint suggestively.
"You can rest assured about our confidentiality agreement. If so, our work will progress in another direction." He then added.
Viscount Clint's face turned red because of these words: "No! Lenze is my good friend! Good friend! I have no motive, how could I...I don't have any!"
His hair was about to smoke, and he clenched his fist and beat the table angrily.
Edmond quickly brought the water and smiled: "I don't doubt your intentions because of work needs. But this will be easier. You just need to pay attention..."
Edmund pulled out a document from the pile of documents on the table, opened it and showed it to Clint, and muttered a bunch of "Fingerprint detection of Emperor Russell", "suspect", "remain silent" and
"They have no evidence" or something like that.
Yager, who only had to watch and receive his salary, had nothing to do and boredly began to draw a turtle in his notebook.
There is no mystery in this case. The owner of the finger, Mr. Lunze, simply chose one of kidnapping, murder, and factional fighting.
Wait, faction fighting.
Yager turned the pen twice and added a tentacle head to the turtle.
There are many extraordinary people in this world. Yesterday, he met two alone, not to mention people from the church. It is not surprising that nobles are rich and powerful, and they can cultivate several extraordinary people.
As for Lunze, excluding personal grudges, it is most likely that the hostile nobles will sink him into East Balam Port.
It is indeed possible that there are supernatural elements involved.
He closed his eyes and silently activated his weak spiritual vision. The new weakened spiritual vision was an improved version based on his knowledge of the God of Steam and Machinery. It turned out that his spiritual vision was only inclined to observe invisible higher-level lives.
When I opened my eyes again, the color of the whole world had changed.
On the left, Attorney Edmond's head is pink, representing his excited and confident mood, while Clint on the opposite side is blue and purple, indicating that he is sad and anxious.
It seems Clint wasn't lying about his friend's accident.
As for that finger, Yager turned his attention to the retro wooden box on the table that was kept away from everyone.
Under spiritual vision, the front part of the finger was dim and dull, indicating that it belonged to ordinary people no matter it was or is now, and the same goes for the little bits of blood inside.
However, what is eye-catching is the interface at the end. At the broken mark, there is a faint gray and white silk thread representing mystery.
The thread spanned the room, extended outward, and flowed to Backlund's chaotic East District.
This chapter has been completed!