Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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The male police officer put down the newspaper and looked up at Lumian. He was awestruck by his open 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 name." Visit matters.”

What, you still need to show your license? Fake lawyer Lumian was shocked.

While Lumian leaned down and picked up the black absorbent pen, his thoughts raced as he thought about countermeasures.

At this time, he keenly discovered that the male police officer opposite had turned his attention to the "Trier Youth" newspaper he had just put down, focusing on the annual Tour of Trier bicycle race.

He didn't seem to care that much about whether he could see his lawyer's license... Lumian had an idea instantly and imitated Aurore's handwriting and wrote "his" name: "Guillaume Pierre, public interest lawyer, meeting the client Charlie. Corrent."

After finishing writing, Lumian stood up and glanced to the side pretending to be casual.

He looked surprised for a moment, raised his arms, and shouted loudly: "My little cabbage, long time no see!"

"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 the corner of the hall.

The male police officer picked up the register, glanced at it, and started reading the Trier Youth newspaper.

After Lumian arrived at the corner of the hall, he turned his body slightly and glanced at the male police officer responsible for registration. Seeing that he had not paid attention to the situation here, he showed an embarrassed and apologetic expression and said to the few people who looked at him in confusion. : "Sorry, I got the wrong person.

He then picked up his briefcase and walked towards one of the policemen he had just "selected" - one of the policemen who saw him coming from the registration office.

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 and saw nothing unusual. He nodded and said, "Let me ask the person in charge of that case for you."

A quarter of an hour later, Lumian saw Charlie in a closed room, with two policemen guarding the door.

"You are?" Charlie sat down and looked at Lumian across the table in confusion.

His face was very pale, no longer as 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 these were defenders specially hired by government agencies or charitable organizations for suspects who had no money. What he didn't expect was that he had only been arrested for half a day, and the public interest lawyers almost there.

Are those who wear fake collars so efficient?

Lumian laughed, took off his black-rimmed glasses, winked at his right eye, and said in his original voice: "Don't you recognize me? I'm your public interest lawyer.

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

"Okay, yes, okay." Charlie suddenly came back to his senses.

"I need to know all the details of the matter. Only in this way can I clear your name."

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

Lumian asked pretentiously: "From what time did you and Mrs. Alice stay in the room.

Charlie rubbed his face, and recalled in confusion 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!”

'You must be honest with me, any concealment will only hurt yourself in the end. ""I'm not lying, it's true! "Infected by Lumian's words, movements, gestures and tone, Charlie also entered the state, as if the person opposite him was really his defense lawyer.

After confirming a few more details, Lumian turned to ask: "Has anyone expressed jealousy after you gained Mrs. Alice's favor?"

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 it and took a look and blurted out in shock: "Isn't this Saint-Vieve?"

Why are you wearing a sexy long dress that exposes your chest skin?

"I have confirmed that the portrait in your room is not of Saint-Vieve. It is of the famous courtesan Susanna Matisse." Lumian thoughtfully replaced "prostitute" with "courtesan" to avoid Charlie being harmed. Too much stimulation.

"Huh?" Charlie looked confused.

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

But why has my luck improved?

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

Lumian took out another photo, and it still showed Susanna. Matisse, but he had already painted the courtesan's hair green in advance and made a few "corrections"

"See if you recognize this person again."

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

"Do we know each other?" Lumian smiled.

"She, she is, she is the heroine of my dreams." Didn't I tell you? During that time, I had sweet dreams for several days, and I was doing that kind of thing with her. She was so passionate, so gentle...

When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different: Is this still the southern boy I know?

Apart from being good at making pranks, he looks okay and is nothing special!

"I helped him recall some key details." Lumian explained calmly. Charlie suddenly came 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, held the edge of the table, and asked eagerly: "Have I encountered a female evil spirit?"

"It's not necessarily an innocent soul or an evil spirit." Lumian first saw Charlie's expression soften a little, and then added, "It might be more troublesome than this."

In his eyes, Charlie’s face instantly turned gray.

After a brief silence, Charlie asked with concern: 'You, you mean, Mrs. Alice was killed by that evil spirit? "Not sure yet. Lumian stood up, "I need to see Mrs. Alice's body." "

"You will also examine the body to find out the real cause of death?" Charlie didn't recognize this neighbor anymore.

Lumian smiled and did not answer.

Lumian raised 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-haired man.

As he watched, 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 the prostitute!" Charlie shouted out 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 hunger and found a new job, but he also continued to dream about her and sleep with her!

This, isn't this just a ghost attack?

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

His intention to help Charlie and his attempt to frighten Charlie by providing information in a prank were unrelated to each other.

With a creak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer guarding the outside asked with unusual vigilance: "What happened? Why are you shouting?

As Charlie's defense lawyer, he had the right to examine the body accompanied by the police and even ask for the help of an independent forensic doctor. Therefore, after signing two documents using the name "Guillaume Pierre", Lumian He was taken underground to the police headquarters in the market area and into the cold room where the 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 pretty well maintained during her lifetime. She only had dull wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her brown eyebrows were thick, her cheek muscles were slightly droopy, and her skin was completely white.

Lumian looked at it casually and said to the police: "I have no problem."

He was not a forensic doctor, so he came to examine the body. His purpose was to confirm the approximate location of Mrs. Alice's body.

After leaving the cold storage room, Lumian turned to the policeman accompanying him and said, "Where is the nearest laundry room?"

"Just turn right at the end of the corridor." 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 dance that was sometimes crazy and sometimes distorted, a cold wind blew in the bathroom. One after another, figures that resembled lakes appeared here, and one after another, pale or blue faces looked towards them with empty eyes. Lumian.

These are the remaining obsessions of the deceased.

Lumian had never really experienced such a big scene, and for a moment he felt like he was surrounded by ghosts of the dead.

He composed himself, and while dancing the second half of the dance, he looked for Mrs. Alice.

Not long after, he spotted the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.

Lumian immediately took out the ceremonial silver, stabbed a wound, and ordered Mrs. Alice to possess him.

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

Lumian suddenly felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to feel heavy.

His breathing then became somewhat difficult.

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

Almost instantly, Lumian's vision went dark, and he saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed, her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but there was no one pressing the pillow in her sight!

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