With his mind occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession, Lumian's breathing became increasingly difficult and his body became more and more painful. It was as if he had encountered the ghost of Montsouris again and was entering a near-death state.
This is a real death experience.
Fearing that he might lose control, Lumian did not insist and directly ordered the remaining spirit of Mrs. Alice to leave his body.
After 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 returned to the conversation room.
Charlie stood up quickly, leaned forward, supported himself on the table with his hands, his face full of nervousness and anticipation.
He didn't need to say anything, Lumian seemed to hear him asking "What was the result?"
Lumian nodded and made a soothing gesture.
What he meant was that the autopsy results were pretty much as expected.
The tension on Charlie's face disappeared instantly, and he seemed to have used up all his strength just now. He sat down weakly and leaned against the back of the chair.
"You don't need to worry about other things, I will take care of it." You only need to do one thing, and that is to tell the gentlemen here everything exactly as it happened during the next interrogation without missing a single detail, even if it is extremely absurd, even if it is hard to believe.
"Of course, you can stop there until you are arrested. There is no need to talk about the content of our conversation."
The conversation between the lawyer and the client may involve debate strategies and court skills, which others have no right to know. Therefore, the two police officers at the door were not at all confused by Lumian's last words. After all, Charlie Corrente was a poor boy, and it was his first time to encounter a serious criminal case that required a lawyer. He might not know the rules in this regard, so he needed to be explained in particular.
Charlie understood what Lumian really wanted to say: Don't tell the police that it was me who discovered the portrait!
"Okay." Compared to when he was first taken to the police station, Charlie is no longer as angry, frightened, and panicked, but he is still not as talkative as usual.
After leaving the market area police headquarters, Lumian walked around twice and found an alley blocked by a barricade, changed his clothes, took off his glasses, and changed his makeup style.
At the same time, he really planned to buy a copy of "Men's Aesthetics".
He couldn't learn makeup without a teacher, so he mainly relied on hairstyle, glasses and clothes to disguise himself.
On the way back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian thought about how to help Charlie out of his predicament: "Why did she help Charlie before and do that kind of thing with him in the dream
"Should we write a letter and ask Ms. Magician what kind of creature this is and what's so special about it? Only if I really understand Susannah Matisse can I think of a way to deal with her. Otherwise, she is obviously better than me..."
Thinking of writing a letter to Ms. Magician, Lumian suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"Don't bother me with anything that's not particularly important!"
If Lumien himself had encountered problems related to Suzanne Matisse, there would be nothing wrong in writing to ask, but this matter had nothing to do with him and only affected his neighbors.
That mysterious, powerful, and trouble-hating lady will most likely not reply.
And this may also affect her attitude towards Lumian.
“Why not ask Ms. Magician at the occult gathering convened by Mr. K? If the people attending the gathering are all Beyonders at the level of Osta Trull, they may not know the answer…” Lumian thought as he walked up the stairs and entered his room.
Glancing at the suitcase containing Auror's witchcraft notes, he suddenly realized: "Why should I investigate Susanna Mathis's information and deal with her by myself?" My goal is just to rescue Charlie!
“Even if I can really find Susannah Mathis’s weakness and defeat her, can I still force this weird creature to surrender to the police station
"She really dared to go. The police didn't dare to receive her. With the characteristics she showed, I'm afraid she would have an unbridled party on the spot."
Lumian quickly clarified the difference between ends and means.
It wouldn't take that much trouble to clear Charlie of suspicion and get him out of the police station!
Just let the people from the Eighth Bureau, the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery know that Charlie’s case involves supernatural factors, and intervene in the investigation of this case!
"I am a low-level extraordinary person with no intelligence network and no mystical ability, but I can find out that there is something wrong with Susannah Mathis. When I discovered that Mrs. Alice died of an invisible force, it makes sense that official investigators cannot do it. By then, they will not only confirm that Charlie is innocent, but also help him get rid of Susannah Mathis's entanglement, and even completely solve this weird creature." Lumian combined the behavior of the madman upstairs who went to the church to seek protection after encountering the ghost of Montsouris, and had a complete speculation on the subsequent developments.
He asked Charlie to tell the whole story from beginning to end at the Market District Police Headquarters, in fact, he also wanted to attract the attention of the official Beyonders.
But he felt that he still had to do something and could not put all his hopes on those ordinary police officers.
What if they thought Charlie was making up a story to mock their intelligence, and used violence to force Charlie to confess on the spot
Lumian glanced at the crumpled newspaper on the wooden table, remembering how he or his sister had cut out words from the little blue book and pieced them together to write a letter asking for help from the authorities.
"Write down what happened to Charlie in a letter and 'deliver' it to a nearby church?" Lumian nodded and decided to do so.
The letter for help plus Charlie's confession, a two-pronged approach, should be able to attract the attention of official extraordinary people.
"Will the same method of seeking help make the authorities think of what happened in Koldu Village and what kind of relationship I, a wanted criminal, have with Charlie?"
He didn't know whether the results of the investigation by Ryan and others had been fully reported to official Beyonders across the country, but he didn't want to take the risk.
"Imitating Aurore's handwriting
"Pretend well and find someone to write for me?" Lumian suddenly had an idea while thinking, "I can summon a spirit creature to help me write!
“By then, even if the authorities discover something wrong, without knowing my summoning spell, they won’t be able to get that spirit creature to come forward and identify me!”
The more Lumian thought about it, the better he thought this was. He pulled out a chair, sat down, and began to design the summoning spell.
The first sentence is undoubtedly "a spirit wandering in nothingness."
After a brief pause, Lumian wrote the second sentence: "A friendly creature that can be driven.
The summoned spirit creatures must be able to be controlled by Lumian in order to help him write letters, and friendliness is a necessary protection for the summoner.
As for the third sentence, Lumian did not have high requirements. It only needed to include the two elements of "weak" and "able to write Intis language".
After dozens of seconds of mental arrangement and combination, the third description appeared on the paper: "A weak person who is proficient in Intis language.
Phew… After finishing writing, Lumian let out a breath.
He then flipped through Aurore's witchcraft notes and translated the few words he had not yet mastered into Hermetic.
Next, he set up the altar and began to make the call.
Soon, he completed the ritual and saw the candle flame turn a dark green color and expand to the size of a human head.
A transparent figure emerged, its head like a cow and the rest like a dog.
The Bulldog remained silent and made no response.
"I order you to write a letter for me," Lumian emphasized, still using Hermes.
The "bull-headed dog" looked confused and seemed not to understand.
Lumian tried a few more times, but the bulldog still didn't respond.
As a last resort, in order to save spiritual energy, he ended the summoning 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... "
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, a giant "snail" crawled out of the dark green flames.
"Hello." Lumian tried to greet him in Intis.
The "snail" made an illusory voice: "Hello, what's the matter
It is also in Intis.
"Can you help me write a letter?" Lumian was delighted.
The "snail" said in an awkward tone: "But I don't have hands."
“…” Lumian had no choice but to end the summoning.
After much deliberation, he changed "the weak man who is proficient in Intis language" to "the weak man who can write Intis language".
"Being able to write" includes both knowledge requirements and necessary hardware requirements.
Not long after, Lumian completed the third summoning.
He saw a transparent creature that looked like a rabbit.
“Can you help me write a letter?” Lumian asked with great anticipation.
The "rabbit" nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote a word in Intis on the paper: "Letter."
“…” The corner of Lumian’s mouth twitched.
This guy doesn't seem to be very intelligent.
Lumien thought about it, took a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a letter for help, including key points such as the portrait of Susanna Matisse, the spring dream, the death of Mrs. Alice, and Charlie's arrest.
Then he said to the "rabbit": "Copy it!"
"Rabbit" took the pen and began to copy carefully.
Soon, it finished the job.
Lumian took it, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.
The next second, his smile froze on his face.
The retard not only copied the entire contents of the letter, but also reproduced the handwriting.
“Copy it in that font.
"Rabbit" nodded slowly and continued to write again without complaint.
A few minutes later, Lumian received a letter for help that looked like it had been printed.