Chapter 138 Confirm the situation The male police officer put down the newspaper and looked up at Lumian. He was intimidated by his open and confident attitude. He pointed to the notebook and fountain pen in front of him and said: "Show me your lawyer's license and register your name and visit details." What? You need to show me your license? The fake lawyer Lumian was shocked. In so many novels and newspaper news stories, isn't it true that one can meet the client by simply stating one's identity as a lawyer? Lumian leaned over and picked up the black absorbent pen, his mind racing as he thought about a strategy. At this moment, he keenly noticed that the male police officer opposite him had turned his gaze to the Trier Youth newspaper he had just put down, and his focus was on the annual Tour of Trier bicycle race. He didn’t seem to care about seeing the lawyer’s license… Lumian had an idea instantly and wrote down “his” name in imitation of Aurore’s handwriting: "Guillaume Pierre, public interest lawyer, meeting with client Charles Corrente." After finishing writing, Lumian stood up and glanced to the side casually. He instantly showed a look of surprise, raised his arms, and shouted loudly: "My little cabbage, long time no see!" Many people in that direction looked over here in bewilderment. Lumian turned around and nodded to the male police officer in charge of registration, and whispered: "I saw a friend."

The subtext of this sentence is to come back and 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 police officer picked up the register, glanced at it, and then began to read the Trier Youth newspaper. After Lumian arrived at the corner of the hall, he slightly turned his body and glanced at the male police officer in charge of registration. Seeing that he was not paying 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 a policeman he had just "selected" - a policeman who saw him coming from the registration office. "I want to see my client, Charlie Corrente." Lumian raised his head slightly and said with a little arrogance. In the Republic of Intis, lawyers are far superior to ordinary police officers in terms of social status. The policeman glanced at the registration desk and saw nothing unusual. He nodded and said: "I'll ask the person in charge of the case for you." A quarter of an hour later, Lumian saw Charlie in a closed room with two policemen guarding outside the door. "Who are you?" Charlie sat down and looked at Lumian across the table in confusion. His face looked very bad, no longer as rosy as before, and his expression was full of fear. He had heard of public interest lawyers when chatting with other waiters in the hotel. He knew that these were defense lawyers hired by specialized government agencies or charitable organizations specifically for poor suspects. What he didn't expect was that the public interest lawyer arrived half a day after he was arrested. Are those people wearing fake collars that efficient? Lumian laughed, took off his black-framed glasses, squeezed his right eye, and said in his original voice: "Don't you recognize 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 enlightenment. Just as he was about to speak, Lumian put on his glasses and said: "Be quiet and listen to me." "Okay, yes, okay." Charlie suddenly came back to his senses. Lumian suppressed his smile and said seriously: "I need to know all the details of the incident. Only in this way can I help you clear the name." "Really?" Charlie asked anxiously, like a drowning man who saw the last straw.

Lumian asked in a pretentious manner: "From what time till what time did you and Mrs. Alice stay in the room?" Charlie rubbed his face and recalled in confusion and pain: "Mrs. Alice ordered room service, and I entered her room before 8 o'clock. I stayed there until she was tired and left at almost midnight. At that time, she had just laid down and had not fallen asleep yet. She was still alive!" 8pm to midnight? Every day? 500 Felkins is not easy to earn... Lumian muttered to himself, and said like a real lawyer: "You must be honest with me. Any concealment will only hurt yourself in the end." "I'm not lying, it's really like that!" Infected by Lumian's words, actions, posture and tone, Charlie also got into the state, as if the person in front of him was really his defense lawyer. After Lumian confirmed a few more details, he asked: "Has anyone ever expressed jealousy since you gained Mrs. Alice's favor?" "A lot of people, whether they were apprentices or official waiters, were jealous of me..." Charlie said as he recalled. After talking about 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 looked at it, and blurted out in astonishment: "Isn't this Saint-Vieve?" Why are you wearing a sexy long skirt that exposes your chest skin? "I've confirmed that the portrait in your room is not of Sainte-Vieve, but of the famous courtesan Suzanne Matisse." Lumian considerately replaced "prostitute" with "courtesan" to prevent Charlie from being overly stimulated. "Ah?" Charlie looked confused. I'm praying for a socialite, not an angel? Why did my luck improve? No, if I really get better, I won’t be caught and taken to the police station… Lumien pulled out another photo, which was still of Suzanne Matisse, but he had already painted the socialite's hair green and made a few "corrections": "Look again to see if you recognize this person." Charlie looked carefully for a few seconds, his expression gradually becoming shocked: "This, she! How could it be?" “Know him?” Lumian smiled. Charlie raised his head and said as if he had lost his soul: "She is, she is, she is the heroine of my dreams. "Didn't I tell you? I had beautiful dreams for several days during that time. In my dreams, I was doing that kind of thing with her. She was so passionate and gentle... "You, how do you know that it was her that I dreamed about? I haven't told anyone! Why would she have a photo?" When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different: Is this still the Southern boy I know? Apart from being good at playing pranks and looking okay, there's nothing special about him! Lumian raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Charlie with a smile and said: "Take a closer look at who is in the photo." Charlie looked down blankly at the photo of the man with green hair. As he watched, his expression became extremely frightened and he couldn't help but shrink back, causing the chair to creak.

"No, it's impossible! Susanna, Susanna, she's the whore!" Charlie shouted, unable to control his emotions. This discovery gave him the feeling of encountering an evil spirit. After praying to a portrait of a prostitute, he not only immediately got rid of his hunger and found a new job, but he also dreamed about her repeatedly and had sex with her! This, isn’t this a ghost? Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "Congratulations, at least you are not blind." His intention to help Charlie and his attempt to shock Charlie by providing information in a mischievous way were unrelated. With a creak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer standing outside asked with extreme vigilance: "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 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, pressed the edge of the table, and asked anxiously: "Did I encounter a female evil spirit?" “It may not be a wronged soul or an evil spirit.” Lumian first saw Charlie’s expression ease a little, and then added, “It may be more troublesome than this.” In his eyes, Charlie’s face turned pale in an instant. After a brief silence, Charlie asked with concern: "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." "Will you also examine the body and find out the real cause of death?" Charlie felt increasingly unfamiliar with this neighbor. Lumian smiled but did not answer. As Charlie's defense lawyer, he had the right to examine the body in the presence of the police and even to ask an independent forensic doctor for help. So, after signing two documents under the name "Guillaume Pierre", Lumian was taken to the basement of the Market District Police Headquarters and into the cold storage room where the bodies were stored. The police officer who led him pulled out the cabinet, opened the body bag, pointed at the female corpse and said: "This is Mrs. Alice." Alice had maintained herself fairly well when she was alive, with only faint wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, thick brown eyebrows, slightly sagging cheek muscles, and a deathly pale skin. Lumian glanced at it casually and said to the police: "I'm fine." He was not a forensic doctor, and if he really 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 his head and said to the police officer accompanying him:

"Where's the nearest bathroom?" "It's just turn right at the end of the corridor." The policeman answered although he was a little impatient. Lumian quickened his pace and entered the bathroom on the basement floor. Then, he locked the wooden door and performed the "Dance of Recruiting" in this small space. Amidst the sometimes crazy and sometimes twisted dance, a cold wind blew in the bathroom. Blurry figures appeared here one after another, and faces that were either pale or blue stared at Lumian with empty eyes. 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 and spirits. He calmed himself and began to look for Mrs. Alice while dancing the second half of the dance. Soon, he spotted the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce-looking face. Lumian immediately pulled out the ritual silver dagger, stabbed a wound, and commanded Mrs. Alice to attach herself to him. Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood and it entered Lumian's body. Lumian suddenly felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to become heavy. His breathing became somewhat difficult. Without hesitation, Lumian magnified Mrs. Alice's obsession rather than choosing one of her traits or abilities. Almost instantly, Lumian's eyes went dark, and she saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed, with her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but within her sight, there was no one pressing down on the pillow! (End of this chapter)