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The male policeman put down the newspaper, looked up at Lumian, and was awed by his generous 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 address. Visiting matters."
What, show your license? The fake lawyer Lumian was taken aback.
In so many plots and so many newspaper news, isn't it all just to show the identity of a lawyer to see the client?
As Lumian bent down and picked up the black absorbent pen, his thoughts turned and he thought about countermeasures.
At this time, he keenly noticed that the male police officer on the opposite side turned his attention to the "Triller Youth" newspaper that he had just put down, focusing on the annual Tour of Trier.
He doesn't seem to care much about whether he has a lawyer's license... Lumian had an idea in an instant, imitating Aurora's handwriting and wrote "my" name: "Guillaume Pierre, public interest lawyer, see the client Charlie .Corent."
After finishing writing, Lumian stood up and looked sideways pretendingly.
He immediately 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 us blankly. Lumian turned around, nodded to the male police officer in charge of registration, and said in a low voice, "I saw a friend."
The subtext of this sentence is to wait until later to show the lawyer's license.
Without waiting for the male police officer to respond, Lumian quickly walked towards the corner of the hall.
The male policeman picked up the register, glanced at it, and read the Trier Youth newspaper again.
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 didn't pay attention to the situation here, he showed an embarrassed and apologetic expression, and said to the few people who looked at him in doubt. : "Sorry, I got the wrong person.
He immediately carried his briefcase and walked towards a policeman who had just "selected"—a policeman who saw him coming from the registration office one by one.
"I want to see my client Charlie Clent." Lumian raised his head slightly and said a little 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 that there was nothing unusual. He nodded and said, "Let me help you ask the person in charge of that case."
A quarter of an hour later, Lumian saw Charlie in the closed room, with two police officers guarding the door.
"Are you?" Charlie sat down and looked at Lumian across the table suspiciously.
His complexion was very bad, not as rosy as before, and his expression was full of fear.
When he was chatting with other waiters in the hotel, he had heard public interest lawyers, and knew that they were special government agencies or charitable organizations specially hired defenders for suspects without money. What he didn't expect was that he had only been arrested for a long time. almost there.
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 know me? I'm your public interest lawyer.
Charlie was stunned for a moment, carefully identified it for a few seconds, and gradually showed an expression of sudden realization.
Just when he was about to speak, Lumian put on his glasses and said, "Quiet, listen to me."
"Okay, yes, okay." Charlie suddenly recovered.
Lumian restrained his smile and said seriously: "I need to know all the details of the matter, only in this way can you clear your name."
"Really?" Charlie asked eagerly, like a drowning man at the last straw.
Lumian asked pretentiously, "From what time to what time did you and Mrs. Alice stay in the room.
Charlie rubbed his face, and recalled in a daze 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!"
8pm to midnight? every day? The 500 Felkins are not so easy to earn... Lumian slandered a few words, and said like a real lawyer:
"You have to be honest with me, any concealment will only hurt yourself in the end."
"I'm not lying, it's really like that!" Infected by Lumian's words, movements, gestures and tone, Charlie also entered the state, as if the opposite was really his own defense lawyer.
After confirming a few more details, Lumian asked, "After you got Mrs. Alice's favor, did anyone express jealousy?"
"Many, whether it's an apprentice or a formal waiter, 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 a look and blurted out in astonishment, "Isn't this Saint Viève?"
Why are you wearing a **** long dress that exposes the skin on your chest?
"I've confirmed that the portrait posted in your room is not of Saint-Viève. It's of the famous courtesan Suzanne Matisse." Lumian considerately replaced "whore" with "socialite" so that Charlie would not be hurt. Too much stimulation.
"Huh?" Charlie looked puzzled.
I'm praying for a courtesan, not an angel?
But why did my luck improve?
No, it's really better and you won't be taken to the police...
Lumian took out another photo, which was still Suzanne Matisse, but he had painted the courtesan's hair green in advance and made a little "correction": "Look again, can you recognize her?" Get to know this guy."
Charlie looked carefully for a few seconds, his expression gradually shocked: "This, her! How could it be?
Charlie raised his head and said as if he lost his soul: "She, she is, she is the heroine of my dreams.
"Didn't I tell you? During that time, I even had a few days of sweet dreams. In my dreams, I was doing that kind of thing with her. She was so enthusiastic and gentle...
"You, how do you know I was dreaming about her? I didn't tell anyone! Why does she have a picture?"
When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different: Is this still the southern boy I knew?
Apart from being good at playing pranks, he looks okay, nothing special!
Lumian raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Charlie with a smile, and said, "Look carefully at who is in the photo.
Charlie looked down at the green-haired photo blankly.
Looking at it, his expression became extremely frightened, and he couldn't help but shrink back, making the chair creak.
"No, it's impossible! Suzanne, Suzanne, she's that whore!" Charlie shouted, unable to contain his emotions.
This discovery gave him the feeling of encountering an evil spirit.
After praying to the portrait of a prostitute, he not only immediately escaped from the plight of starvation and found a new job, but also dreamed about her continuously and slept with her!
This, isn't this just hitting a ghost?
Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "Congratulations, at least your eyes are not blind."
His intention to do Charlie a favor and his mischievous information to scare Charlie are two separate things.
With a creak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer guarding outside asked very vigilantly: "What happened, why are you yelling?"
"I helped him recall some key details." Lumian explained calmly.
Charlie suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes, I remembered something very important.
Very important indeed!
The policeman didn't ask any more questions, and closed the door again.
Seeing this, Charlie leaned forward, pressed the edge of the table, and asked eagerly, "Did I encounter a female evil spirit?"
"It doesn't have to be a wronged soul or an evil spirit." Lumian first saw that Charlie's expression softened a little, and then added, "It may be more troublesome than this."
In his eyes, Charlie's face turned pale instantly.
After a short silence, Charlie asked with concern: 'Your, you mean, Mrs. Alice was killed by that evil spirit? "
"Not sure yet." Lumian stood up, "I need to see Mrs. Alice's body."
"Are you still going to examine the body and find out the real cause of death?" Charlie didn't know the neighbor more and more.
Lumian smiled, but did not answer.
As Charlie's defense lawyer, he has the right to examine the body accompanied by the police, and he can even ask for the help of an independent forensic doctor. Therefore, after signing two documents with the name "Guillaume Pierre", Lumian He was taken to the basement of the Police Headquarters in the market area and entered into the cold storage room where the dead 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, with only faint wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth, her thick brown eyebrows, slightly drooping cheek muscles, and dead white skin.
Lumian looked casually and said to the policeman, "I'm fine."
He is not a forensic doctor. He really came to examine the corpse. His purpose was to confirm the approximate location of Mrs. Alice's body.
After leaving the cold room, Lumian turned to the police accompanying him and said, "Where is the nearest laundry room?"
"Turn right in the corridor." Although the policeman was a little impatient, he still answered.
Lumian quickened his pace and entered the alliance washing room on the basement floor.
Then, he locked the wooden door and danced the "Dance of Recruitment" in this small space.
In the sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted dance, a cold wind blew in the alliance washroom, one after another shadowy figures appeared here, and one after another pale or blue faces stared at the empty eyes. Lumian.
These are the remaining obsessions of the dead.
Lumian had never really experienced such a big scene, and for a moment he felt surrounded by ghosts of dead souls.
He settled down, and while dancing the second half of the dance, he looked for Mrs. Alice.
Not long after, he found the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.
Lumian immediately pulled out the ritual silver, stabbed a wound, and ordered Mrs. Alice to attach to him.
Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood, and it entered Lumian's body.
Lumian suddenly felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to become heavy.
His breathing then appeared to be somewhat difficult.
Without hesitation, Lumian amplified Mrs. Alice's obsession instead of choosing a certain trait or ability of hers.
Almost instantly, Lumian's eyes went dark, and she saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed with her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but there was no one pressing the pillow in her sight!