The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"The day after tomorrow, the court will open, which means there are only two days left."

Integrating the memory of the original owner, an unstoppable urgency and concern arose in Sigmon's heart.

"Don't you know? Where have you been these days?"

Rebecca looked unhappy, "Forget it, let's talk about it on the way, take me to the police station quickly." He urged in a hurry.

"What happened?"

Sigmund jumped into the carriage, "The informant I arranged at the police station sent a message to me, saying that Mr. Antoine Perrio was going to the police station to visit Mr. Skind."

"Antoine?"

Sigmon frowned, and the image of a middle-aged fat man appeared in his mind. This guy was considered a successful perfumer and owned several perfume workshops in the city.

His father, Lawrence, has always served him, and the relationship is not good or bad. After all, even if the bud of capital has just risen, how can the relationship between employees and capitalists be better?

"What did he do there? Are the police going to retake evidence?" Sigmund asked.

The murder happened in a perfume workshop on Antoine Baiyu Street. The deceased was a skilled worker named Tony in his perfume workshop.

This Tony is loyal, honest, hard-working, and has a good relationship with other people in the workshop. He and his wife have raised two daughters together, and their personal financial situation is quite good. There is no possibility of enmity with others.

Not long after the body was found, the police raided the perfume workshop, and then found the blood-stained clothes and murder weapon in the room of Sigmund's father, Lawrence.

Not only that, the police also investigated the confession that Tony had quarreled with Lawrence three days ago in the factory.

The one who provided this information was a worker named Doron, and the information he provided was also identified by other workers.

There is little chance of cheating in this matter.

In addition, a perfumer named Ram also provided a more critical statement. The deceased Tony and Lawrence worked together in the factory until late that day, which means that there were only two of them in the factory when the murder occurred.

After this incident, Sigmund's original body also hoped to get Antoine's help, but the other party not only did not give help, he was even unwilling to pay the salary that was already in arrears.

It is because of this that Sigmon went to a dead end and had to find a way to sell the property.

While recalling what happened, Sigmon skillfully waved the whip, the carriage nimbly avoided the pedestrians crossing the road, shuttled between the streets and alleys, and went straight to the Liam City Police Station.

"Someone told me that Antoine used some connections, and he hoped that Mr. Skinder could plead guilty in person at the court trial the day after tomorrow and waive his right to follow-up appeals."

"What?!" Hearing this, Sigmund clenched the reins.

About twenty years ago, under the auspices of King Fred Augusta of the Kingdom of Elam, new statutes were enacted by the House of Lords, that in certain major cases, the accused was entitled after trial to the right to appeal to a higher court.

At this time, Antoine's approach was almost equivalent to nailing Lawrence to the gallows in advance.

"Do you know the reason?"

Sig's face sank like water, and the speed of the carriage was a little faster.

"I don't know. After I got the news, I rushed to the police station immediately."

"This kind of thing, based on what I know about Mr. Skind, I don't think he would agree, yes, definitely not!" Rebecca said slowly.

Sigmund didn't say anything. Normal people really have no reason to agree to this condition, but Lawrence...

He is a perfumer, but also a father.

Every father has weaknesses.

Horses' hoofs flew like a fly. It wasn't far from the place where the two met to the city police station. It didn't take long before they came to the solemn city police station.

Liam is a new city. At the beginning of its construction, this place was mixed with fish and snakes, and various conflicts were always inevitable.

So at the beginning, the responsibilities of the police were almost equivalent to half the army, which made the police force here much larger than in other cities.

This historical problem has not been completely solved even after many years, and what remains is the solemn and dignified buildings and intricate relationships.

Stopping the carriage, the two quickly ran to the main hall of the police station, but just as they approached the door, a middle-aged fat man in a black tweed trench coat and top hat walked out surrounded by a few people.

It was Antoine Perrio.

"Mr. Perio, what you did today, I will report to Mr. Judge the day after tomorrow."

Rebecca strode forward to block Antoine's path.

"Who are you?"

Antoine's bushy eyebrows knit together. He looked back at a police officer who was following him, "Is that the newly hired cleaner in your police station?"

Antoine grinned and laughed, "I'm so sorry, it seems that she found out about my spitting."

"It's adding a burden to your work." Antoan took out a banknote while speaking, "Please help me clean it up, thank you!"

The middle-aged businessman looked at Rebecca with a smile. He obviously knew Rebecca's identity, and doing so was just humiliating Rebecca.

This guy dressed like a gentleman, but he was actually a beast in wolf's clothing.

Rebecca's face was tensed, her lips were pursed together, she performed the work of a lawyer as a woman, and she would inevitably suffer all kinds of contempt and contempt.

But there are very few people like Antoine. After all, many people who can hire lawyers in this era are considered decent people.

If you continue to block here, you will only suffer greater humiliation. At this time, a thin man next to Antoine stood up, "Don't get in the way, Mr. We are in a hurry."

While he was talking, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com pushed towards Rebecca's chest with a smile, with hidden malice in his eyes.

Of course he saw that Rebecca was disguised as a man.

At this moment, a figure who was not burly suddenly stepped forward, pushed the man's palm away, and took the banknotes from Antoine's hand.

"Sigmund..."

Rebecca raised her head and looked at the back of this man.

"I thank this gentleman for my friend."

Sigmund smiled, put the banknotes into his pockets skillfully, and then grinned, "But... this amount of money is not enough."

"It's you, Sig..."

The man who was blocked by Sigmund shouted, but his words were interrupted by Antoine raising his hand.

"Oh, how much do you want?"

"The price that suits your identity, sir." Sig's face did not change, but his eyes showed just the right amount of greed.

"You are very talkative young man."

Antoine laughed, took out a large bill from his wallet and threw it, but as soon as he raised his hand, Sigmund grabbed his wrist, and the coin he pinched at his fingertips also fell into his hand.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Taking the money, Sigmon took Rebecca's arm and walked into the police station hall along the flow of people.

"Sir... That guy just now is Lawrence's son Sigmund, a folklore lover... writer."

Someone approached Antoine and reminded him.

"I know him, very good. Since Lawrence doesn't agree, then we should be able to think of a solution on his son."

"He also has a daughter."

The thin man reminded.

At the same time, on the other side, after entering the police station, the two of Sigmon encountered another trouble.

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