Chapter 139 First Trial Summoning
Lumian, whose mind was occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession, had more and more difficulty breathing, his body became more and more painful, and he felt like he was in a dying state after encountering the ghost of Monsouri again.
It's a real death experience.
Lumian, who was worried that he would be induced to get out of control, did not insist any longer and directly used a command to let Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit leave his body.
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 made his way back to the conversation room.
Charlie stood up on the ground, 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 is the result?"
Lumian nodded and made a soothing gesture.
What he meant was that the autopsy results were similar to what was expected.
The tension on Charlie's face instantly subsided, and the whole person seemed to have used up all his strength just now, and sat down weakly, leaning against the back of the chair.
Lumian said solemnly in front of the two police officers at the door:
"You don't need to worry about other things, I'll take care of it.
"You only need to do one thing, and that is to tell the gentlemen here in the next interrogation the truth without missing a single detail, even if it is very ridiculous, even if it is unbelievable.
"Of course, until you are arrested, there is no need to talk about what we talked about."
The conversation between the lawyer and the client may involve debate strategies and court skills, and others have no right to know, so the two police officers at the door were not puzzled by Lumian's words at all, after all, Charlie. Corrent is a poor boy, and it is the first time he has encountered a serious criminal case that requires a lawyer, and he probably does not know the rules in this regard, so he needs to give a special explanation.
And Charlie understood the true meaning of what Lumian wanted to express:
Don't tell the police that I found the portrait as a problem!
"Okay." Compared to when he was first arrested in the police station, Charlie is no longer so angry, panicked and panicked, but he is still not as talkative as usual.
After leaving the Market District Police General Station, Lumian went around twice, found an alley separated by a barricade, changed his clothes, took out his glasses, and changed his makeup style.
"Now I have enough money to prepare a safe house and a place to change my disguise according to what is described in Aurore's novel." Lumian recalled what his sister had written to fill in the gaps in the current process.
At the same time, he really planned to buy a copy of "Men's Aesthetics".
He couldn't do things like makeup without a teacher, and just now he mainly relied on hairstyles, glasses and clothing to disguise himself.
On the way back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel", Lumian thought about how to help Charlie get out of the predicament next:
"Suzanne. What exactly is Matisse, or the strange creature she has become, and why did she kill Mrs. Alice?
"Why did she help Charlie before, and did that kind of thing with him in her dreams?
"Would you like to write a letter and ask Ms. 'Magician', what kind of creature is this, and what is so special? Only those who really understand Suzanne. Matisse, I can think of a way to solve her, otherwise, she is obviously better than me......"
Thinking of writing a letter to the "magician" lady, Lumian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
From the speed of reply and the content of the letter last time, he vaguely noticed the attitude of the "magician" lady who did not say it directly:
"Don't bother me about things that are not particularly important!"
If Lumian herself encountered Suzanne. Matisse-related questions, it is definitely nothing to write a letter to ask, but this matter has nothing to do with him, it only affects his neighbors.
The mysterious and powerful lady who hated trouble would most likely not reply.
And this may also affect her attitude towards Lumian.
"Don't look for Ms. 'Magician' and ask at the occult meeting convened by Mr. K? If the people attending the party are all Aosta. An extraordinary person of Trul's level may not know the answer......" Lumian thought as he went up the stairs and entered his room.
Glancing at the suitcase containing Aurore's sorcery notes, he suddenly realized:
"Why should I investigate Susanna. Matisse's intelligence, solve her by yourself?
"My purpose is just to rescue Charlie!
"Even if I can find Susanna. Matisse's weakness, defeating her, can she still force her, a strange creature, to turn herself in to the police station?
"She really dares to go, and the police don't dare to receive it, with the characteristics she shows, I'm afraid she won't have an indulgence party on the spot?"
Lumian quickly clarified the difference between ends and means.
If you want Charlie to clear his suspicions and get out of the police station, there is no need to be so troublesome at all!
Let the people of the Eighth Bureau, the "Eternal Sun" Church and the "God of Steam and Machinery" Church know that Charlie's matter involves extraordinary factors and intervene in the investigation of this case!
"I, an extraordinary person at the bottom who has no intelligence network and no occult ability, can find out Susanna. Matisse has a problem, and it is found that Mrs. Alice died of invisible force, and the official investigators have no reason to do it, when the time comes, they will not only confirm that Charlie is innocent, but also help him get rid of Susanna. Matisse's entanglement even completely solves this strange creature." Lumian combined the behavior of the madman upstairs who went to the church to seek protection after encountering the ghost of Monsouri, and made a complete speculation about the subsequent development.
He asked Charlie to tell the story from beginning to end in the Market District Police Headquarters, but he actually wanted to attract the attention of the official extraordinary.
But he felt that he still had to do something and couldn't put his hopes completely on those ordinary policemen.
What if they think that Charlie is making up a story to mock their IQ and use violent means to force Charlie to confess on the spot?
Lumian's eyes swept over the crumpled newspaper on the wooden table, and remembered that he or his sister had cut out the words of the little blue book and pieced them together into letters to ask the authorities for help.
"Write what happened to Charlie into a letter and 'deliver' it to a nearby church?" Lumian nodded and decided to do it.
The letter of help and Charlie's confession, a two-pronged approach, should attract the attention of the official extraordinary.
Just as he was about to look for the right words from the "Weekly Novel", Lumian frowned suddenly:
"Will the same method of asking for help make the officials think of the matter of Kordu Village, and what does it have to do with Charlie as a wanted criminal?"
He didn't know if the results of Lane and the others' investigation had been fully communicated to the official extraordinaires across the country, but he didn't want to take that risk.
"Imitating Aurore's handwriting?
"Unlike the signature of a lawyer who is not suspicious, according to Ryan and the others, there is a high probability that the letter will be sent for various examinations, including divination......
"Do a good job of disguise and find someone to write for you?" In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian had a whim, "I can summon a spirit creature to ghostwrite for me!
"At that time, even if the official discovers the problem, without knowing my summoning spell, the spirit creature will not be able to come forward to identify me!"
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that this method was good, he pulled away his chair, sat down, and designed a summoning spell.
The first sentence is undoubtedly "a spirit that hovers in nothingness".
After a slight hesitation, Lumian wrote the second sentence:
"A friendly creature to be driven."
The summoned spirit creatures must be driven by Lumian to write letters for him, and friendliness is a necessary protection for the summoner.
As for the third sentence, Lumian is not very demanding, it only needs to include the two elements of "weak" and "able to write Intes".
After tens of seconds of mental arrangement and combination, the third sentence of description appeared on the paper:
"The weak who are proficient in Indispens."
Shout...... After writing, Lumian exhaled.
He immediately flipped through Aurore's sorcery notes and translated the few words he hadn't mastered into Hermes.
Immediately afterwards, he set up the altar and made a calling.
Soon, he completed the ceremony and saw that the candlelight was dyed a dark green color, expanding to the size of a human head.
A blurry and transparent figure came out, the head was like a cow, and the rest was like a dog.
"Help me write a letter." Lumian looked at the spirit creature and said in Hermes.
The "bulldog" did not respond in a daze.
"I order you to write a letter for me." Lumian increased his tone, still using Hermis.
The "bulldog" was stupid, as if he didn't understand.
Lumian made a few more attempts, but the bulldog still didn't respond.
As a last resort, in order to save spirituality, 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......"
With this in mind, Lumian changed the second summoning spell to "A friendly creature that can communicate."
Being able to communicate means being able to request!
This time, a giant "snail" crawled out of the green flames.
"Hello." Lumian tried to say hello, in Intis.
The "snail" made an illusory sound:
"Hello, is there something wrong?"
It is also in the Intes language.
"Can you help me write a letter?" Lumi was relieved.
The "snail" said in a troubled tone:
"But I don't have hands."
"......"Lumian had no choice but to end the summoning.
After thinking about it, he changed "weak people who are proficient in Intis" to "weak people who can write Intis".
"Being able to write" includes both knowledge requirements and necessary hardware requirements.
It didn't take long for Lumian to complete his third summoning.
He saw a transparent creature that looked like a rabbit.
"Can you help me write a letter?" Lumian asked with strong anticipation.
The "rabbit" nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote an Intisian word on the paper:
"Faith."
"......" The corners of Lumian's mouth twitched.
This guy doesn't seem to have a high IQ.
Lumian changed his mind, took the paper and pen, and wrote a letter of help, including Susanna. Letters of help from key points such as Matisse's portrait, spring dreams, the death of Mrs. Alice, and Charlie's arrest.
Then, he said to the "rabbit":
"Copy it!"
"Rabbit" took the pen and began to transcribe it carefully.
Soon, it got the job done.
Lumian took a look and nodded in satisfaction.
The next second, his smile stiffened on his face.
The mentally handicapped not only copied the entire content of the letter, but also reproduced the handwriting.
In other words, it uses Lumian's handwriting!
Lumian took a breath, exhaled slowly, pointed to the "Novel Weekly" and said:
"Copy in that font."
"Rabbit" nodded slowly and re-transcribed diligently.
A few minutes passed, and Lumian got a letter of help that looked like it had been printed.
(End of this chapter)