Lumian's mind was occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession. It became increasingly difficult to breathe and his body became more and more painful. He felt as if he had encountered the ghost of Montsuri again and entered a state of near-death.
This is a real death experience.
Lumian, who was worried that this would induce him to lose control, did not insist anymore, and directly ordered Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit to leave his body.
After taking a breath and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he turned back into the slightly arrogant novice lawyer.
Accompanied by the police, he returned to the conversation room.
Charlie stood up abruptly, leaned forward, and supported the table with his hands, his face full of nervousness and anticipation.
He didn't need to speak, Lumian seemed to hear him asking "What's the result?"
Lumian nodded and made a comforting gesture.
What he meant was that the autopsy results were about as expected.
The tension on Charlie's face disappeared instantly, and he seemed to have exhausted all his strength just now. He sat down weakly and leaned on the back of the chair.
"You don't need to worry about other things, I'll take care of them.
"You only have to do one thing, and that is to tell the gentlemen here exactly what happened during the next interrogation without omitting a single detail, even if it is very ridiculous, even if it is unbelievable.
"Of course, it will be enough until you are arrested. There is no need to tell the content of our conversation."
The conversation between the lawyer and the client may involve debate strategies and courtroom skills, and others have no right to know. Therefore, the two police officers at the door were not at all confused by Lumian’s last words. After all, Charlie Corrente was a poor boy, and
This is the first time I have encountered a serious criminal case that requires a lawyer. I probably don’t know the rules in this area, so I need to explain something in particular.
And Charlie understood what Lumian really meant:
Don't tell the police it was me who found that portrait!
"Okay." Compared with when he was first arrested at the police station, Charlie is no longer as angry, frightened and panicked now, but he is still not as talkative as usual.
After leaving the police headquarters in the market area, Lumian walked around twice, found an alley separated by a barricade, changed his clothes, took off his glasses, and changed his makeup style.
At the same time, he really plans to buy a copy of "Men's Aesthetics".
He couldn't learn how to put on makeup without a teacher. Just now he mainly relied on hairstyle, glasses and clothes to disguise himself.
On the way back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian thought about how to help Charlie get out of trouble:
"Why did she help Charlie before and then do that kind of thing with him in her dream?
"Would you like to write a letter and ask Ms. 'Magician' what kind of creature this is and what's so special about it? Only by truly understanding Susanna Matisse can I think of a way to solve her. Otherwise, she is obviously better than me.
So strong..."
Lumian suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he thought of writing a letter to Ms. "Magician".
"Don't bother me with things that aren't particularly important!"
If Lumian himself encountered problems related to Susanna Matisse, then it would definitely be okay to write and ask, but this matter has nothing to do with him personally and only affects his neighbors.
That mysterious, powerful and trouble-hating lady will most likely not reply.
And this may also affect her attitude towards Lumian.
"Instead of asking Ms. Magician, go to the occult party convened by Mr. K and ask? If the people attending the party are all Extraordinaries of Austa Trull's level, they may not know the answer...
Lumian thought as he went up the stairs and entered his room.
Looking at the suitcase containing Aurore's witchcraft notes, he suddenly realized:
"Why should I investigate Susanna Mattis' intelligence and solve her on my own?
"My purpose is just to rescue Charlie!
"Even if I could really find Susanna Mattis's weakness and defeat her, would I still be able to force her, a weird creature, to surrender to the police station?
"She really dares to go, but the police don't dare to receive her. With the characteristics she shows, is she probably going to have an indulgent party on the spot?"
Lumian quickly clarified the difference between ends and means.
It doesn’t take that much trouble to clear Charlie’s suspicions and get out of the police headquarters!
Let the people in Bureau 8, the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery know that Charlie’s matter involves supernatural factors, and just intervene in the investigation of this case!
"I, a low-level extraordinary person with no intelligence network and no mystical ability, can find out that there is something wrong with Susanna Mattis and find that Mrs. Alice died of invisible force. The official investigators have no reason to do it. When the time comes, they will not only
He will confirm Charlie's innocence, and will also help him get rid of Susanna Matisse's entanglement, and even completely eliminate this weird creature." Lumian combined the madman upstairs with the behavior of going to the church to seek protection after encountering the ghost of Montsuri,
There is a complete speculation on the subsequent development.
He asked Charlie to tell the story from beginning to end at the police headquarters in the market area. In fact, he wanted to attract the attention of the official extraordinary people.
But he felt that he still had to do something, and he could not place his hopes entirely on ordinary police officers.
What if they thought Charlie was making up a story to mock their intelligence, and used violence to force Charlie to confess on the spot?
Lumian's eyes glanced at the crumpled newspaper placed on the wooden table, and he remembered that he or his sister had cut out the words in the little blue book and pieced them together into letters to ask for help from the officials.
"Write what happened to Charlie into a letter and 'deliver' it to a nearby church?" Lumian nodded and decided to do just that.
The two-pronged approach of the letter of help and Charlie’s confession should attract the attention of the official extraordinary people.
"Will the same method of asking for help remind the officials of what happened in Kordu Village, and what the relationship between me, a wanted criminal, and Charlie is?"
He didn't know whether the investigation results of Lane and others had been fully reported to official Beyonders across the country, but he didn't want to take the risk.
"Imitate Aurore's handwriting?
"Have a good disguise and find someone to write for you?" As his thoughts were swirling, Lumian had a sudden thought, "I can summon a spiritual creature to write for me!
"At that time, even if the official discovers the problem, they can't get the spirit world creature to come forward and identify me without knowing my summoning spell!"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he thought this was a good idea. He pulled out his chair, sat down, and designed the summoning spell.
The first sentence is undoubtedly "the spirit wandering in nothingness".
After pondering for a while, Lumian wrote the second sentence:
"Friendly creatures that can be driven.
The summoned spirit world creature must be driven by Lumian to write a letter for him, and friendliness is a necessary protection for the summoner.
As for the third sentence, Lumian's requirements are not high. He only needs to include the two elements of "weak" and "can write Intis".
After dozens of seconds of arranging and combining in his mind, the third description appeared on the paper:
"A weakling who is proficient in Intis language.
Phew... After finishing writing, Lumian let out a breath.
He immediately flipped through Aurore's witchcraft notes and translated the few words he had not yet mastered into Hermetic.
Immediately afterwards, he arranged the altar and started the summons.
Soon, he completed the ceremony and saw that the candlelight was dyed with a dark green color and expanded to the size of a human head.
A vague and transparent figure came out, with a head like a cow and the rest like a dog.
"Bulldog" didn't respond blankly.
"I order you to write a letter for me." Lumian emphasized his tone, still using Hermes.
"Bulldog" was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand.
Lumian tried several more times, but the bulldog still had no response.
As a last resort, in order to save spiritual energy, he ended the call early.
He began to think about what the problem was:
"That guy can't communicate.
‘Being able to be driven does not mean being able to communicate…’
Thinking of this, Lumian changed the second summoning spell to "friendly creatures that can communicate."
Being able to communicate means being able to request!
This time, what crawled out of the green flames was a giant "snail".
"Hello." Lumian tried to say hello, using Intis language.
The "snail" made an illusory sound:
"Hello, what's the matter?
It is also in Intis language.
"Can you write a letter for me?" Lumian felt relieved.
The "snail" said in an embarrassed tone:
"But I don't have hands."
"...." Lumian had no choice but to end the summons.
After thinking about it, he changed "a weak person who is proficient in Intis" to "a weak person who can write Intis".
"Being able to write" includes both knowledge-level requirements and necessary hardware requirements.
Not long after, Lumian completed his third summons.
He saw a transparent creature that looked like a rabbit.
"Can you write a letter for me?" Lumian asked with strong expectation.
The "rabbit" nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote an Intis word on the paper:
"Letter."
"..." The corners of Lumian's mouth twitched.
This guy doesn’t seem to have a very high IQ.
Lumian suddenly had an idea, took the pen and paper, and wrote a letter for help. It included the portrait of Susanna Matisse, the erotic dream, the death of Mrs. Alice, and the arrest of Charlie.
Then, he said to the "rabbit":
"Copy it!"
"Rabbit" took the pen and started writing seriously.
Quickly, it got the job done.
Lumian took it and looked at it, nodding with satisfaction.
The next second, his smile froze on his face.
The mentally retarded man not only copied the entire content of the letter, but also copied the handwriting.
"Transcribe in that font.
‘Rabbit’ nodded slowly and rewritten it without complaint.