Occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession, Lumian's breathing became more and more difficult, his body became more and more painful, and he felt like he was in a near-death state when he encountered the ghost of Montsouris again.

It's a real experience of death.

Worried that he would be induced to lose control, Lumian did not insist anymore, and directly ordered Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit to leave her body.

必|should^search:/select|日网'more*\new-fast|none,pop-up^ window。

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, leaned forward, and propped himself up on the table with his hands, nervousness and anticipation written on his face.

He didn't need to speak, Lumian seemed to hear him asking "how did it turn out".

Lumian nodded and made a reassuring gesture.

What he meant was that the autopsy results were pretty much the same as expected.

The tension on Charlie's face instantly subsided, and the whole person seemed to have exhausted all his strength just now, and sat down weakly, leaning on the back of the chair.

"You don't need to worry about anything else, I'll take care of it.

"There's only one thing you have to do, and that's to tell the gentlemen here exactly what happened at the next interrogation, even if it's ridiculous, even if it's hard to believe.

"Of course, until you're arrested, there's no need to talk about what we're talking about."

The conversation between the lawyer and the client may involve argumentation strategies and court skills, and no one has the right to know, so the two police officers at the door did not feel confused at all about Lumian's later words. Korente is a poor boy, and it is the first time that he has encountered a serious criminal case that requires a lawyer, and he probably does not know the rules in this regard, and needs to be explained.

Charlie, on the other hand, understood what Lumian was trying to say:

Don't tell the police that I found that portrait is the problem!

"Okay." Compared to when he was first arrested in the police station, Charlie is less angry, panicked and panicked, but still not as talkative as usual.

Out of the police headquarters in the market area, Lumien went around twice, found an alley cut off by barricades, changed his clothes, took his glasses, and changed his makeup style.

At the same time, he really plans to buy a copy of "Men's Aesthetics".

He couldn't do this kind of thing without a teacher, and just now he mainly relied on hairstyles, glasses, and clothes to disguise himself.

On the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian thinks about how to help Charlie get out of his predicament next:

"Why did she help Charlie before, and do that kind of thing with him in his dreams?

"Would you like to write a letter and ask Ms. 'Magician' what kind of creature this is, and what is so special about it? Only really got to know Susanna. Matisse, I can only think of a solution to her, otherwise, she is obviously better than me....."

The thought of writing a letter to the "magician" lady suddenly made Lumian a little embarrassed.

"Don't bother me if it's not particularly important!"

If it was Lumian himself who had encountered Susanna. Mattis-related questions, it must be nothing to write to ask, but this matter has nothing to do with him personally, it only affects his neighbors.

There's a good chance that the mysterious, powerful, trouble-loving lady won't reply.

And this may also affect her attitude towards Lumian.

"Why don't you look for Ms. 'Magician' and ask at the occult gathering convened by Mr. K? If the people who attend the party are all Aosta. Extraordinaries of Trull's level may not know the answer....." Lumien thought as he went up the stairs into his room.

Glancing at the suitcase containing Aurore's witchcraft notes, he suddenly realized:

"Why should I investigate Susanna. Matisse's intelligence, solve her on your own?

"My purpose is just to get Charlie out!

"Even if I could actually find Susanna. Matisse's weakness, defeating her, can he still force her, a strange creature, to go to the police station and turn herself in?

"She really dares to go, and the police don't dare to receive it, with the characteristics she shows, I'm afraid that it won't be an indulgent party on the spot?"

Lumian quickly clarified the distinction between ends and means.

To clear Charlie's suspicions and get out of the police headquarters, there is no need to be so troublesome at all!

Let the people of the Eighth Bureau, the Church of the Eternal Sun, and the Church of the God of Steam and Machines know that Charlie's matter involves supernatural elements, and just intervene in the investigation of this case!

"I'm a low-level extraordinary person who doesn't have an intelligence network and no occult ability, and I can find out Susanna. Matisse has a problem, and finds out that Mrs. Alice died of invisible force, and the official investigators have no reason to do it, and when the time comes, they will not only confirm Charlie's innocence, but also help him get rid of Susanna. Matisse's entanglement, and even completely solve this strange creature. Lumian combined the behavior of the madman upstairs who went to the church to seek protection after encountering the ghost of Montsourie, and had a complete speculation about the subsequent development.

He asked Charlie to tell the story from beginning to end in the market police headquarters, in fact, he also wanted to attract the attention of the official extraordinary.

But he felt that he still had to do something, and he couldn't put his hopes entirely on those ordinary police officers.

What if they think Charlie is making up a story to mock their IQ and use violent means to force Charlie to confess on the spot?

Lumien's gaze swept over the crumpled newspaper on the wooden table, remembering that he or his sister had cut out the words of the Little Blue Book and pieced them together into letters asking for help.

"Write a letter about what happened to Charlie and 'drop' it to a nearby church?" Lumian nodded, deciding to do just that.

The letter of request for help coupled with Charlie's confession, a two-pronged approach, should be able to attract the attention of the official extraordinary.

"Will the same method of asking for help remind the authorities of the affairs of Coldu Village, and what does me, a wanted man, have to do with Charlie?"

He didn't know if the results of the investigation by Ryan and the others had been fully communicated to the official extraordinaries across the country, but he didn't want to take the risk.

"Imitating Aurore's handwriting?

"Do a good job of camouflage and find someone to write it for you?" In the midst of his thoughts, Lumian suddenly thought, "I can summon a spirit creature to write for me!"

"At that time, even if the official finds out the problem, without knowing that I have summoned the spell, there will be no way for that spirit creature to come forward to identify me!"

必|should^search:/select|日网'more*\new-fast|none,pop-up^ window。

The more Lumian thought about it, the more he thought it was a good idea, and he pulled out his chair, sat down, and devised a summoning spell.

The first sentence is undoubtedly "a spirit that wanders in nothingness."

After a little muttering, Lumian wrote the second sentence:

"Friendly creatures to drive.

Summoned spirit creatures must be able to 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, and only needs to include the two elements of "weak" and "can write in Antiswen".

After tens of seconds of mental permutation, the third sentence of the description appeared on the paper:

"The weak man who is well versed in Intisven.

Call...... After writing, Lumian exhaled.

He then flipped through Aurel's sorcery notes, translating the few words he hadn't yet mastered into Hermes.

Immediately after that, he set up the altar and made a summoning.

Soon, he finished the ritual and saw the candle flame stained a dark green hue and swelled to the size of a man's head.

A vague and transparent figure came out, with a head like a cow and the rest like a dog.

The "bulldog" was dumbfounded.

'I order you to write me a letter for me,' Lumian accentuated, still in Hermes.

The "bulldog" was stunned, as if he didn't understand.

Lumian tried a few more times, but the minotaur still didn't respond.

As a last resort, in order to save spirituality, he ended the summoning early.

He began to wonder what the problem was:

"That guy can't communicate.

'Being able to drive does not mean that you can communicate ......"

Thinking of this, Lumian changed the second summoning spell to "Friendly creatures that can communicate." ”

Being able to communicate means being able to request!

This time, out of the dark green flames was a giant "snail".

"Hello." Lumian tried to say hello, in Intis.

The "snail" made an illusory sound:

"Hello, what's the matter?

It is also spoken in the Indisian language.

"Can you help me write a letter?" Lumi was rejoiced.

The "snail" said in an embarrassed tone:

"But I don't have hands."

Lumian had no choice but to end the summons.

After thinking about it, he changed the phrase "weak man who is proficient in Intisvin" to "weak person who can write Intisven".

"Being able to write" includes both knowledge and 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 intense anticipation.

The "rabbit" nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote an Indisian word on the paper:

"Faith."

"........" the corners of Lumien's mouth twitched.

This guy doesn't look like he has a very high IQ.

Lumian thought about it, took a pen and paper, and wrote a letter asking for help. Including Suzanne. Letters asking for help from key points such as the portrait of Matisse, Spring Dream, the death of Mrs. Alice, and Charlie's arrest.

Then he said to the "rabbit":

"Copy it!"

"Rabbit" took the pen and carefully transcribed it.

Soon, it got the job done.

Lumian took it 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 copied the handwriting.

"Write in that font.

'Rabbit' nodded slowly, reluctantly rewriting.

必|should^search:/select|日网'more*\new-fast|none,pop-up^ window。

A few minutes later, Lumian received what appeared to be a printed letter asking for help.