The male police officer put down the newspaper and looked up at Lumian. He was awestruck by his open and confident attitude. He pointed to the notebook and absorbent pen in front of him and said: "Show your lawyer's license and register your name." and visit matters."
What, you still need to show your license? Fake lawyer Lumian was shocked.
In so many plots and in so many newspaper news, isn’t it always the case that you can meet the client by identifying yourself as a lawyer?
While Lumian leaned down and picked up the black absorbent pen, his thoughts were racing and he was thinking about countermeasures.
At this time, he keenly discovered that the male police officer opposite had turned his attention to the "Trier Youth" newspaper he had just put down, focusing on the annual Tour of Trier.
He didn't seem to care so much whether he could see his lawyer's license... Lumian had an idea instantly and imitated Aurore's handwriting and wrote "his" name: "Guillaume Pierre, public interest lawyer, meeting the client Charlie Corrent."
After finishing writing, Lumian stood up and glanced to the side pretending to be casual.
He instantly showed a look of surprise, raised his arms, and shouted loudly: "My little cabbage, long time no see!"
Many people in that direction looked at this direction with blank faces. Lumian turned around, nodded to the male police officer in charge of registration, and whispered: "I saw a friend."
The subtext of this sentence is to show your lawyer's license later.
Without waiting for the male police officer to respond, Lumian quickly walked to the corner of the hall.
The male police officer picked up the register, glanced at it, and started reading the Trier Youth newspaper.
After Lumian arrived at the corner of the hall, he turned his body slightly and glanced at the male police officer in charge of registration. Seeing that he had not paid attention to the situation here, he showed an embarrassed and apologetic expression and said to several people who looked at him in confusion. : "Sorry, I got the wrong person.
He immediately carried his briefcase and walked towards the policeman he had just "selected" - the policemen who saw him coming from the registration office one by one.
"I want to see my client, Charlie Crent." Lumian raised his head slightly and said slightly arrogantly.
In the Republic of Intis, in terms of social status, lawyers are far superior to ordinary police officers.
The policeman looked at the registration office and saw nothing unusual. He nodded and said, "Let me ask the person in charge of that case."
A quarter of an hour later, Lumian saw Charlie in a closed room, with two policemen guarding the door.
"Who are you?" Charlie sat down and looked at Lumian across the table in confusion.
His face looked very bad, no longer as rosy as before, and his expression was full of fear.
He had heard about public interest lawyers while chatting with other waiters in the hotel, and knew that these were defenders specially hired by government agencies or charitable organizations for moneyless suspects. What he did not expect was that he had only been arrested for half a day. The public interest lawyers We’re here.
Are those who wear fake collars so efficient?
Lumian laughed, took off his black-rimmed glasses, squeezed his right eye, and said in his original voice: "Don't you recognize me? I'm your public interest lawyer.
Charlie was startled for a moment, carefully identified it for a few seconds, and gradually showed an expression of realization.
Just when he was about to speak, Lumian put on his glasses and said: "Quiet, listen to me."
"Okay, yes, okay." Charlie suddenly came back to his senses.
Lumian suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I need to know all the details of the matter. Only in this way can I help you clear your name."
"Really?" Charlie asked eagerly, like a drowning man who has seen the last straw.
Lumian asked pretentiously: "From what time did you and Mrs. Alice stay in the room?
Charlie rubbed his face, and recalled in confusion and pain: "Mrs. Alice called room service, and I entered her room before 8 o'clock, and stayed until she was tired and left at almost midnight.
At that time, she just lay down, she was not asleep yet, she was still alive!"
From 8 o'clock in the evening to midnight? Every day? That 500 ferkin is not that easy to earn... Lumian cursed a few times and said like a real lawyer:
"You must be honest with me. Any concealment will only hurt yourself in the end."
"I didn't lie, it was really like that!" Infected by Lumian's words, actions, gestures and tone, Charlie also entered the state, as if the person facing him was really his defense lawyer.
After confirming a few more details, Lumian then asked: "Has anyone expressed jealousy after you gained Mrs. Alice's favor?"
"Many, whether they are trainees or formal waiters, many are jealous of me..." Charlie recalled.
After chatting on this topic for a while, Lumian took out a photo and handed it to Charlie: "See if you recognize this person."
Charlie took it and took a look and blurted out in shock: "Isn't this Saint-Vieve?"
Why are you wearing a sexy long dress that exposes your chest skin?
"I have confirmed that the portrait posted in your room is not of Saint-Vieve. It is of the famous courtesan Susanna Matisse." Lumian thoughtfully replaced "prostitute" with "courtesan" to prevent Charlie from being harmed.
Too much stimulation.
"Huh?" Charlie looked confused.
What I pray for is a social butterfly, not an angel?
But why has my luck improved?
No, if you really get better, you won’t be caught and taken to the police station...
Lumian took out another photo, which still showed Susanna Matisse, but he had already painted the courtesan's hair green with paint in advance and made some "corrections": "Look again, do you recognize it?"
Get to know this guy."
Charlie looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and his expression gradually became shocked: "This, her! How could this happen?
"Do we know each other?" Lumian smiled.
Charlie raised his head and said as if he had lost his soul: "She, she is, she is the heroine of my dreams.
"Didn't I tell you? I had sweet dreams for several days during that time, and I was doing that kind of thing with her. She was so passionate and gentle...
"You, how do you know it was her I dreamed about? I never told anyone! Why does she have photos?"
When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different: Is this still the southern boy I know?
Apart from being good at making pranks and good looking, there is nothing special about him!
Lumian raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Charlie with a smile: "Take a closer look at who is in the photo.
Charlie lowered his head blankly and looked at the photo of the green-haired man.
As he watched, his expression became extremely frightened, and he couldn't help but shrink back, making the chair creak.
"No, it's impossible! Susanna, Susanna, she's the prostitute!" Charlie shouted out unable to contain his emotions.
This discovery made him feel like he had encountered an evil spirit.
After praying to the portrait of a prostitute, he not only immediately escaped from hunger and found a new job, but he also continued to dream about her and sleep with her!
Isn't this just a ghost attack?
Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "Congratulations, at least you are not blind yet."
His intention to help Charlie and his intention to frighten Charlie by providing information in a prank were unrelated to each other.
With a creak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer guarding the outside asked with unusual vigilance: "What happened? Why are you shouting?"
"I helped him recall some key details." Lumian explained calmly.
Charlie suddenly came to his senses: "Yes, I remembered something very important.
It is indeed very important!
The policeman didn't ask any more questions and closed the door again.
Seeing this, Charlie leaned forward, held the edge of the table, and asked eagerly: "Have I encountered a female evil spirit?"
"It's not necessarily an innocent soul or an evil spirit." Lumian first saw Charlie's expression soften a little, and then added, "It might be more troublesome than this."
In his eyes, Charlie's face instantly turned gray.
After a brief silence, Charlie asked with concern: "You, you mean, Mrs. Alice was killed by that evil spirit?"
"Not sure yet." Lumian stood up, "I need to see Mrs. Alice's body."
"Will you still examine the body and find out the real cause of death?" Charlie didn't recognize this neighbor anymore.
Lumian smiled and did not answer.
As Charlie's defense lawyer, he had the right to examine the body accompanied by the police and even ask for the help of an independent forensic doctor. Therefore, after signing two documents using the name "Guillaume Pierre", Lumian
He was taken to the underground of the police headquarters in the market area and entered the cold storage room where the bodies were stored.
The policeman who led him pulled out the cabinet, opened the body bag, pointed at the female body and said: "This is Mrs. Alice."
Alice was well maintained during her lifetime. She only had dull wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her brown eyebrows were thick, her cheek muscles were slightly droopy, and her skin was completely white.
Lumian looked at it casually and said to the police: "I have no problem."
He is not a forensic doctor, but he came to examine the body. His purpose is to confirm the approximate location of Mrs. Alice's body.
After leaving the cold room, Lumian turned to the policeman accompanying him and said, "Where is the nearest laundry room?"
"Turn right at the end of the corridor." Although the policeman was a little impatient, he still answered.
Lumian quickened his pace and entered the alliance bathroom on the basement floor.
Then, he locked the wooden door and danced the "Dance of Photography" in this small space.
In the dance that was sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted, a cold wind blew in the bathroom. One after another, figures that resembled lakes appeared here, and one after another, pale or blue faces looked towards them with empty eyes.
Lumian.
These are the remaining obsessions of the deceased.
Lumian had never really experienced such a big scene, and for a moment he felt like he was surrounded by the ghosts of the dead.
He calmed down, and while dancing the second half of the dance, he looked for Mrs. Alice.
Not long after, he spotted the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.
Lumian immediately took out the ceremonial silver, stabbed a wound, and ordered Mrs. Alice to possess him.
Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood and entered Lumian's body.
Lumian suddenly felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to feel heavy.
His breathing subsequently became somewhat difficult.
Without hesitation, Lumian amplified Mrs. Alice's obsession rather than choosing a certain trait or ability of hers.
Almost instantly, Lumian's vision went dark, and he saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed, her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but there was no one pressing the pillow in her sight! p>