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 to show a license? Fake lawyer Lumi was taken aback.

In so many episodes and so many newspapers and news, isn't it true that you can meet the client by indicating your identity as a lawyer?

Lumian leaned down and picked up the black absorbent pen as he thought about what to do.

At this time, he keenly noticed that the male police officer opposite him had set his eyes on the "Trier Youth" newspaper that he had just put down, focusing on the annual Tour de Trier cycling race.

He doesn't seem to care so much about whether he looks at his lawyer's license or not...... Lumien had an idea in an instant, imitating Auroel's handwriting with "his" name: "Guillaume. Pierre, pro bono lawyer, see client Charlie. Korente. ”

When he finished writing, Lumian stood up and looked sideways, pretending to be nonchalant.

He instantly showed surprise on his face, raised his arms, and shouted, "My little cabbage, long time no see!" ”

Many people in that direction looked blankly, and Lumian turned around, nodded to the male police officer in charge of registration, and whispered, "I saw a friend." ”

The subtext of this sentence is to wait until you show your lawyer's license.

Without waiting for the male officer to respond, Lumian walked briskly to the corner of the hall.

The male officer picked up the register, looked at it, and read the Trier Youth newspaper.

When 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 sorry expression, and said to the few people who looked at him suspiciously: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

He then carried his briefcase and walked over to one of the policemen he had just "selected" and saw one by one that he had come from the registration office.

"I want to see my client Charlie. Krent. Lumian raised his head slightly, slightly arrogant.

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, "I'll help you ask the person in charge of the case." ”

A quarter of an hour later, Lumien saw Charlie in a closed room, guarded by two policemen.

"Who are you?" Charlie sat down and looked suspiciously at Lumian across the table.

His face was very bad, no longer ruddy as before, and his expression was full of fear and fear.

He had heard about the public interest lawyer when he was chatting with other waiters in the hotel, and knew that it was a defender specially hired by a special government agency or charitable organization for a suspect who had no money, but what he didn't expect was that he had only been arrested for half a day before the public interest lawyer arrived.

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 pro bono lawyer.

Charlie was stunned for a moment, carefully identified it for a few seconds, and gradually showed an expression of sudden realization.

Just as he was about to speak, Lumian put on his glasses and said, "Quiet, listen to me." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Charlie snapped back to his senses.

Lumian restrained his smile and said solemnly, "I need to know all the details of the matter, only then can I help you clear your name." ”

"Really?" Charlie asked eagerly, like a drowning man who saw the last straw.

Lumian asked pretendly, "What time did you and Mrs. Alice stay in the room?"

Charlie rubbed his face and recalled dazedly and painfully: "Mrs. Alice called room service, and I entered her room before 8 o'clock, and stayed until she was tired and left until almost midnight, at that time, she had just laid down, not asleep, still alive!" ”

8 p.m. to midnight? Every day? That 500 Felkin isn't that easy to earn...... Lumian sneered a few words, and said like a real lawyer:

"You have to be honest with me, any concealment will only hurt you in the end."

"I'm not lying, it's really like that!" Infected by Lumien'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, Lumien turned to asking, "Has anyone ever expressed jealousy since you got Mrs. Alice's favor?" ”

"Many, both trainees 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: "Look and see if you recognize this person." ”

Charlie took a look and blurted out in amazement: "Isn't this Saint-Viève?" ”

Why are you wearing a sexy long dress that shows the skin on your chest?

"I've made sure that the portrait in your room is not Saint-Viève's. Rather, the famous courtesan Susanna. Matisse's. Lumian thoughtfully replaced "prostitute" with "courtesan" so that Charlie would not be overly stimulated.

"Huh?" Charlie looked dazed.

I'm praying for a courtesan, not an angel?

But why did my luck improve?

No, if you really get better, you won't be caught at the police station......

Lumian pulled out another photo, which was still Susanna. Matisse, but he had already painted the courtesan's hair green with paint in advance, making a slight "correction": "Let's see if you recognize this person." ”

Charlie looked at it carefully for a few seconds, and his expression gradually became shocked: "This, she! How so?

"Acquaintance, huh?" 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 even had a few days of sweet dreams during that time, and I was doing that kind of thing with her in my dreams, and she was so passionate, so gentle......

"You, how do you know that I am dreaming 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 knew?

In addition to being good at pranks, he looks okay, nothing special!

Lumian curled the corners of his mouth and looked at Charlie with a smile: "Look closely at who is in the photo."

Charlie looked down blankly at the green-haired photo.

Looking at it, his expression became extremely frightened, and he couldn't help but shrink back, making the chair creak.

"No, it can't be! Susanna, Susanna, she's that whore!" Charlie couldn't contain his emotions and shouted.

This discovery gave him the feeling of encountering evil spirits.

After praying to the portrait of a prostitute, he not only immediately got rid of hunger and found a new job, but also dreamed of her in a row, slept with her!

Isn't this just a ghost?

Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "Congratulations, at least you are not blind yet."

He plans to help Charlie and he uses a prank to provide information to scare Charlie, and the two things are not related to each other.

With a squeak, the door to the conversation room was opened, and one of the police officers guarding outside asked unusually vigilantly, "What happened, why did you shout?"

"I helped him recall some key details." Lumien explained calmly.

Charlie reluctantly came back to his senses: "Yes, I remember 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 an unjust 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 pale instantly.

After a brief 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're also going to examine the body and find out the real cause of death?" Charlie became less and less aware of the neighbor.

Lumian smiled and didn't answer.

As Charlie's defense lawyer, he has the right to examine the body accompanied by the police, and can even ask an independent forensic doctor to help, so he is using the phrase "Guillaume." After signing two documents under the name "Pierre", Lumien was taken to the ground floor of the police headquarters in the market area and into the cold room where the body was kept.

The policeman who led him pulled out the closet, opened the body bag, pointed to the female corpse and said, "This is Mrs. Alice." ”

Alice was well maintained before her death, but there were wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth, her brown eyebrows were thick, her cheek muscles were slightly drooping, and her skin was dead white.

Lumian looked casually and said to the policeman, "I'm fine." ”

He wasn't a forensic doctor, he had come to examine the body, and his purpose was to determine where Mrs. Alice's body was.

Out of the cold room, Lumian turned his head to the policeman who accompanied him and said, "Where is the nearest league washroom?" ”

"Turn right at the end of the hallway." The policeman, though impatient, replied.

Lumian quickened his pace and entered the Coalition Bathroom on the basement floor.

Then, he locked the wooden door and danced the "Dance of Photography" in this small space.

In the sometimes frantic and sometimes distorted dance, a cold wind blew in the league room, and one after another the figures of Mohu appeared here, and one after another pale or blue faces stared at Lumian with empty eyes.

These are the remnants of the obsession of the deceased.

Lumian hadn't really experienced such a big scene, and for a moment he felt like he was surrounded by the ghosts of the dead.

He steadied himself and danced the second half of the dance as he searched for Mrs. Alice.

It didn't take long for him to find the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.

Lumian quickly drew out the ritual silver, stabbed a wound, and commanded Mrs. Alice to possess her.

Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood and entered Lumian's body.

Lumian suddenly felt chills all over his body, and his chest seemed to become heavy.

His breathing then became somewhat difficult.

Without hesitation, Lumian magnified Mrs. Alice's obsession instead of choosing one of her qualities or abilities.

Almost instantly, Lumian's eyes darkened, and she saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed, covered with a pillow full of feathers, but there was no one in her sight pressing the pillow!