In the bedroom, Rawls looked through the description of the shooting case investigated by Jurgen's lawyer:
Several neighbors of Witte Gaude testified that at 11 o'clock in the evening on June 27, they first heard a gunshot, and then heard another gunshot about a few dozen seconds later, accompanied by a man's scream. Frightened neighbors
We did not go out immediately to check the situation. We waited for about half an hour before a neighbor went out to check.
The neighbor who went out to check found blood stains at the door, but there was no one on the street. He waited until 6 a.m. to report the incident to the police station. The Hillston Police Department informed him that the gunman had been arrested, but he did not know who was arrested.
Vit Gaude.
A senior sergeant from the Hillston Police Department who arrested Witte Gaude presented the case description to the police station. He and his partner heard gunfire while patrolling nearby, and immediately rushed to Xuefeng Street where the gunfire came from.
go.
When they arrived, they found that Witte Gaude was pointing a gun at the injured Lancer Nozick. They immediately pulled out a revolver and confronted Witte Gaude. After forcing Mr. Gaude to put down the gun, they arrested him and sent him to the police station.
Then the injured Lancer was sent to the hospital.
The veteran police chief's partner is a young police officer, and his statement is not much different from the police chief's. They share the same view that Witte Gaude was suspected of injuring people with a gun.
The Hillstown Police Department apologized for not allowing the solicitor to meet with the "suspect" Witte Gaude, and would punish the senior superintendent, but still determined that Witte Gaude had injured someone with a gun. The reason
Quite enough, that revolver was one commonly used by Witte Gauthe.
Both sides now insist on their own opinions, but public opinion is very unfavorable to Witte Gaude. Except at the beginning, before the two parties took action, it was reported that the shooting was related to Congressman Nozick's son, and there was no relevant news after that.
After the two parties worked together to suppress public opinion, the case was no longer connected to the two parties. It was just an ordinary shooting case, which was difficult to solve at best.
After five or six days, the big newspapers no longer reported the relevant events, but some small newspapers reported that many retired soldiers who had experienced the war had difficulty integrating into ordinary life. Most of them had bad tempers, frequently hurt others, joined gangs, and even had mental disorders.
From the madhouse.
Under this kind of public opinion offensive, the possibility of Witte Gaud retaliating with a gun at night because of the conflict with Lancer became higher.
Rawls pinched the inner corners of his eyes. He had already asked Jurgen to hire a psychiatrist to conduct a psychological evaluation on Witte Gauthe. This kind of public opinion offensive was difficult to have an effect. But the case could not be delayed any longer, even if it was
Ex-soldiers started marching, but this would not help much in the case of Vit Gaude, and might even be counterproductive.
Rawls ordered his valet Morris to inform his butler August to implement the plan in advance, and then walked into his private laboratory.
Today is Monday, it is already 2:48, and the second Tarot session is about to begin.
Above the gray fog.
Klein transformed the magnificent temple above the gray mist, the long bronze table located directly under the broad dome, and the twenty-two high-backed chairs with symbols of different constellations.
He quietly walked up and sat down, letting his body and face be enveloped in a denser gray mist. Then he stretched out his right hand and clicked on the three familiar "dark red" stars to create a wonderful connection.
In the windowless basement, Alger Wilson, with a rough and profound silhouette, sat next to a long table with various utensils and parchment scrolls.
Alger glanced sideways at the wall clock on the wall and saw that the hour hand was pointing to three o'clock. He pinched his temples, his eyes suddenly darkened, and the various utensils on the table also had a subtle sheen. At this moment,
He found that the crimson light emerged like a tide, emerging out of thin air and drowning him in one fell swoop.
Backlund, Queens, inside the Hall's luxurious villa.
"I'm really looking forward to it." Audrey took a breath, suppressed her excitement, pursed her lips and looked at the mirror.
However, she could not see herself reflected, only the deep red and illusory light erupted from all around and from within her body at the same time.
Above the gray mist, there is a temple that is as majestic as the residence of the Giant King.
Deep red blossoms bloomed on both sides of the long bronze table, rising and falling like a fountain, "sculpting" three blurry figures, their positions unchanged from the last time.
Audrey, who has smooth blond hair and is tall, instinctively looked up and saw a figure shrouded in thick gray mist sitting back, one hand flat, touching the edge of the table, the other hand clasped, gently twirling her chin.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool" Audrey shouted in a brisk tone.
Then, she turned her head, looked across, and spoke in the same tone:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Emperor. Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."
Rawls nodded in greeting, smiled and said:
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
Alger Wilson looked at Mr. Emperor beside him and said with a smile:
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
He is not an enthusiastic person, but he still has the courtesy he should have, not to mention that the ghost shark blood that Miss Justice gave him was far more than 100 ml.
Klein, who was at the top of the long bronze table, smiled and watched the three of them greet each other. He felt more and more like he was running an online dating platform. Fortunately, he didn't have to pretend to be a female netizen.
He lowered his head slightly, raised his empty left hand, and tapped it twice between his eyebrows.
What he saw was instantly different. He saw "Justice" and "Emperor", and the aura radiating from "The Hanged Man"
However, the surrounding gray mist and crimson stars remained unchanged. Nothing appeared as if they did not exist, and there was no bright and clear brilliance that seemed to have a certain life.
Turning his eyes slightly, Klein saw that the color of "Justice"'s aura completely matched Old Neil's description. It was red where it should be, purple where it should be, blue where it should be blue, and white where it should be white. It was also bright in luster and had the right thickness.
At first glance, she looks like a girl full of energy.
"Her emotional colors range from red to yellow, happy, enthusiastic, and excited."
Klein turned his attention to the mysterious Mr. Emperor. When he saw this "Mr. Emperor" wearing a dressing gown, he complained in his heart:
"Last time it was morning, you were wearing a dressing gown, no problem, but now it's afternoon! How much you love wearing dressing gown!"
As for the color of Mr. Emperor's aura and Miss Justice's, the color of his emotions is not much different, but there are more reds representing enthusiasm and excitement.
Mr. Emperor, your mood is not in line with your outward appearance. Looking at Mr. Emperor lazily leaning on the back of the bronze chair, he simply regards this place as his home.
Just when Klein was about to look away, he suddenly discovered that the surface of Mr. "Emperor's" astral body was filled with deep, seemingly flowing darkness, revealing a sense of distortion, which made Klein a little upset.