Chapter 138 confirms the situation
The male police officer put down the newspaper and looked up at Lumian, intimidated by his generous and confident attitude, pointed to the notebook and absorbent pen in front of him and said:
"Show your lawyer's license, register your name and visit."
What, and you still need to show your license? Fake lawyer Lu Mi was shocked.
In so many novels and newspapers, isn't it all about indicating the identity of a lawyer to meet the client?
Lumian leaned down and picked up the black absorbent pen, thinking about countermeasures.
At this time, he keenly discovered that the male police officer opposite had set his sights on the "Trier Youth" newspaper that had just been put down, focusing on the annual Tour of Trier bicycle race.
He doesn't seem to care that much about whether he looks at his lawyer's license or not...... Lumian instantly had an idea, imitated Aurore's handwriting and wrote down his name "himself":
"Guillaume. Pierre, a public interest lawyer, met with his client Charlie. Corrent."
After writing, Lumian stood up and pretended to look to the side casually.
He instantly looked surprised, raised his arms, and shouted loudly:
"My little cabbage, long time no see!"
Many people in that direction looked at this side with blank expressions, 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 show your lawyer's license later.
Without waiting for the male police officer to respond, Lumian quickly walked to a corner of the hall.
The male constableman picked up the register and glanced at it, then read the Trier Youth newspaper.
After Lumian arrived at the corner of the hall, he turned his body slightly sideways and glanced at the male police officer in charge of registration, seeing that he had not paid attention to the situation here, so he showed an embarrassed and apologetic expression, and looked at the few people who looked at him in doubt:
"I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
He then carried his briefcase and walked towards the policeman he had just "selected"—a policeman he saw coming from the registry office.
"I want to see my client, Charlie. Corrent." Lumian raised his head slightly and said slightly arrogantly.
In the Republic of Intis, lawyers are far superior to ordinary police officers in terms of social status.
The policeman glanced at the registration office, saw that there was nothing unusual, 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 a closed room, guarded by two police officers outside the door.
"Are you?" Charlie sat down and looked at Lumian across the table suspiciously.
His face was very bad, no longer 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 this was a defender specially hired by a government agency or charitable organization for a suspect without money.
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 anymore? I am your public interest lawyer."
Charlie was stunned for a moment, carefully identified for a few seconds, and gradually showed a look of sudden realization.
Just as he was about to speak, Lumian put on his glasses and said:
"Be quiet, listen to me."
"Okay, yes, okay." Charlie suddenly came back to his senses.
Lumian restrained his smile and said seriously:
"I need to know all the details of the matter, only then can I help you clear your name."
"Really?" Charlie asked eagerly, like seeing a drowning man with the last straw.
Lumian asked pretending to be first:
"You and Mrs. Alice stayed in the room from what time to what time."
Charlie rubbed his face and recalled blankly and painfully:
"Mrs. Alice called room service, I entered her room before 8 o'clock, and stayed until she was tired and left almost midnight, at that time, she had just lay down, not asleep, still alive!"
8 p.m. to 0:00 p.m.? Every day? That's 500 Felkin isn't easy to earn...... Lumian scolded a few words and said like a real lawyer:
"You must confess to me, any concealment will only hurt you in the end."
"I'm not lying, it's really like that!" Infected by Lumian's words, actions, postures and tone, Charlie also entered the state, as if the opposite side was really his own defense lawyer.
After Lumian confirmed a few more details, he turned to ask:
"After you won Mrs. Alice's favor, has anyone ever expressed jealousy?"
"Many, both apprentices and formal waiters, were jealous of me...... Charlie recalled.
After chatting about 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-Vieph?"
Why are you wearing a sexy long dress that exposes the skin on your chest?
"I have confirmed that the portrait in your room is not St. Vieve's, but the famous courtesan Suzanne. Matisse's." Lumian thoughtfully replaced "prostitute" with "courtesan" to prevent Charlie from being overstimulated.
"Huh?" Charlie looked dazed.
I pray for a courtesan, not an angel?
But why did my luck get better?
No, if you really get better, you won't be caught at the police station......
Lumian took out another photo, which was still Suzanne. Matisse, but he had already painted the courtesan's hair green with paint in advance and made a little "correction":
"See if you recognize this person."
Charlie looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and his expression was gradually shocked:
"This, she! How could it be?"
"Do you know me?" 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 a few days during that time, and I was doing that kind of thing with her in my dreams, she was so enthusiastic and gentle......
"You, how do you know that I dreamed of her? I didn't tell anyone! Why does she have a photo?"
When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different:
Is this still the Southern kid I know?
In addition to being good at playing pranks, he looks okay, nothing special!
Lumian curled the corners of his mouth, looked at Charlie with a smile and said:
"Take a closer look at who is in the photo."
Charlie lowered his head blankly and looked at the photo of the green hair.
Looking at it, 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 that prostitute!" Charlie couldn't contain his emotions and shouted.
This discovery made him feel like he was encountering an evil spirit.
After praying to the portrait of a prostitute, he not only immediately got rid of hunger and got a new job, but also dreamed of her and slept with her in a row!
Isn't this just hitting a ghost?
Lumian nodded in satisfaction:
"Congratulations, at least your eyes are not blind yet."
He planned to help Charlie and he used pranks to provide information to scare Charlie, and these two things had nothing to do with each other.
With a squeak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer guarding outside asked unusually guardedly:
"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 remember 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, pressed the edge of the table, and asked eagerly:
"Did I encounter a female evil spirit?"
"It doesn't have to be an evil spirit or an evil spirit." Lumian first saw Charlie's expression soften a little, and then added, "It may be more troublesome than this."
In his eyes, Charlie's face turned gray 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 go see Mrs. Alice's body."
"You will also examine the body to find out the real cause of death?" Charlie didn't know the neighbor more and more.
Lumian smiled and did not answer.
As Charlie's defense lawyer, he has the right to examine the body accompanied by the police, and can even ask for the help of an independent forensic doctor, so in the case of "Guillaume. After signing the two documents under the name "Pierre", Lumian was taken to the basement of the General Police Station in the Market District and into the cold room where the body was stored.
The police officer who led him pulled out the cabinet, opened the body bag, pointed to the female corpse and said:
"This is Mrs. Alice."
Alice was well maintained during her lifetime, with faint wrinkles in the corners of her eyes and mouth, her brown eyebrows were very thick, her cheek muscles were slightly sagging, and her skin was dead white.
Lumian looked at it casually and said to the police:
"I'm fine."
He is not a forensic doctor, he really came to examine the body, his purpose is to confirm where Mrs. Alice's body is probably located.
After leaving the cold room, Lumian turned his head to the police accompanying him and said:
"Where is the nearest washroom?"
"The corridor is to turn right." Although the policeman was a little impatient, he still answered.
Lumian quickened his pace and entered the bathroom 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 bathroom, and one blurred figure appeared here, one after another, pale or bluish faces staring at Lumian with empty eyes.
These are the remnants of the deceased's obsessions.
Lumian had never really experienced such a big scene, and he felt surrounded by ghosts and ghosts for a while.
He calmed down and searched for Mrs. Alice while dancing the second half of the dance.
Not long after, he found the woman with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.
Lumian immediately pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger, stabbed a wound, and ordered Mrs. Alice to attach herself to him.
Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood and entered Lumian's body.
Lumian suddenly felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to become heavy.
His breathing was followed by a certain degree of difficulty.
Without hesitation, Lumian magnified Mrs. Alice's obsession rather than choosing a certain trait or ability of hers.
Almost instantly, Lumian's eyes darkened, and she saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed, her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but no one was pressing on the pillow in her line of sight!
(End of this chapter)