The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"why not?"

"I am the attorney appointed by Mr. Lawrence Skind, and I have the right to see him!"

Rebecca glared at the police officer in front of her.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a decent blue uniform, a police cap, sharp eyes, and an extraordinarily delicate beard under his nose.

"I'm not saying it's not possible, but I'm saying that it's not possible now." The middle-aged police officer replied slowly.

"Why?" Rebecca suppressed her anger and calmed herself down.

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"Or, which one do you want to hear?" As long as he thinks, he can find a hundred reasons.

The middle-aged police officer sneered, "Is Todd Law Office bankrupt? Ask him to send a man over next time."

The middle-aged police officer glanced at Rebecca with contempt.

"But Antoine has only met Mr. Skinder just now!" Rebecca didn't plan to give up easily.

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged police officer's expression immediately became serious.

"Ms. Rebecca Stein, you are a lawyer. You should be aware of the importance of evidence. As one of the parties, Mr. Antoine Perrio is just routinely asking about the progress of the matter..."

"They haven't met."

After the police officer finished speaking, he stopped talking.

"Before I appear in court, I will send a doctor."

Rebecca did not evade, while the police officer standing opposite looked indifferent.

"It is your right.".

In fact, in his opinion, there is no suspense in the case, and the only thing waiting for that Lawrence guy is hanging.

"Let's go."

Sigmund didn't say anything, and pulled Rebecca out of the police station hall together.

"very sorry……"

After calming down for a while, Rebecca stood in front of Sigmund in frustration, "Please believe in my ability, I was the Kingdom Law School last year..."

Sigmund raised his hand to interrupt Rebecca, "It's not your responsibility, leave the rest to me."

"here you are?"

Rebecca looked puzzled. She had briefly investigated the information of the man in front of her. The data showed that he was a folklore lover, liked occult knowledge, and claimed to be a writer.

Writer?

Most young people in their twenties who do not have a job think of themselves as a writer.

"Don't worry, I won't make fun of my relatives' lives, but I need you to help me with two things."

"The first one, I'll take a look at all the details related to the case, photos of the confession, etc."

"Okay, no problem, I have all these things." Rebecca nodded, but after a moment of hesitation, she said.

"I have studied these things many times..."

"The second thing." Sigmund did not explain.

"I want to know what Antoine said when he entered the police station today?"

"This..." Rebecca hesitated.

"No problem, I will solve it."

"That's it, go get ready." Seeing that there was nothing to add, Sigmon was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, there is one more thing, um... can you help me find a place to live?"

"Where do you live?" Rebecca looked puzzled, "Isn't your house vacant?"

"Sold." Sig said expressionlessly.

"Where's the money?" Rebecca's eyes widened.

Sigmon lowered his head, looked at his dirty clothes, and shrugged with his empty hands, pointing back to somewhere.

"I bought a car."

"You sold the house and bought a carriage?!"

With blue veins throbbing on her forehead, Rebecca suddenly mourned for that Lawrence. Such a son should have drowned when he was a child.

"Come here at six o'clock in the evening."

Rebecca left the address and ran away without looking back.

"Selling a house and buying a car is justified, but this car..." Sigmon couldn't help but sighed after jumping on the nightmare carriage.

"You can't stay by your side forever."

This is also what he just discovered. When he stays by his side, the countdown of the carriage will be completely locked.

Entering the carriage, the sky was turned upside down, Sigmon took out the special medicine and chose the fourth service, and then a pale and severely injured woman appeared in front of him.

The wound was mainly concentrated in the abdomen. The woman had fallen into a coma. Sigmon did not hesitate to pour out a special medicine and put it into the other's mouth.

Then something amazing happened.

The wound healed and her face became rosy. Not long after, the unconscious woman woke up.

The first time she woke up, she subconsciously touched her side, and only then did she realize her condition.

"My injury..."

As a senior assassin, Ashley knows more than anyone how serious her injuries are. After all, the one who left those wounds is the best among them.

She knew that she would definitely die, and even if she was sent to the hospital immediately, she would not survive.

But now.

"Please calm down this lady..." Sigmund said, "I have to tell you, this is not London, not even Earth..."

…………

Sigmund was driving the carriage. In the carriage, Ashley opened the curtains and looked at this strange city, recalling the conversation between the two not long ago.

Even if you experience it yourself, you can't believe what you see.

Not to mention the strange buildings and strange streets, the strange language that appears out of thin air in my mind is the most difficult to explain.

"Can I go back?"

Through Ashley Sigmund's confirmation of her guess, she was indeed attacked by Jack the Ripper, and when she settled down, the female assassin began to care about her mentor and companion.

"It's not the time, I saved you, but it's not without a price, your body won't be able to fight for a long time."

To be honest, at this time Sigmund didn't know how to send the female assassin back to the original world.

"The teacher has already got the news, and Jack will be punished." Ashley said to herself, "I really can't help you much now."

She was silent for a while, getting used to the strange environment and new clothes here.

The original clothes were full of knife wounds and blood stains, which had been disposed of by Sigmund.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do to help?"

The female assassin **** her loose red hair~www.novelmt.com~, revealing her slender neck.

"Is it so obvious?"

Sigmund smiled. During the whole day, he and Ashley communicated a lot, buying clothes for her, traveling around the city, and learning about the history of the kingdom of Elam.

But he never mentioned his troubles.

He disguised his identity and blurred Ashley's arrival into something similar to the Holy Artifact of Eden.

After all, this thing is real in the world of Assassin's Creed, and it is easier for the other party to accept it.

Normally, no matter how Sigmund explained it, there would be a gap in speech, but the nightmare carriage should have interfered with Ashley to some extent.

This made it easy for the female assassin to accept Sigmon's explanation.

"I'm an assassin, disguise and observation are the most basic abilities." After being saved by Sigmund and in such a different world, Ashley didn't hide much from him.

"My current state is not good, and our assassination must comply with the corresponding guidelines."

"I understand that." Sigmund pouted.

Everything is false, everything is allowed...

"I really need your help to investigate the case for me."

"Investigate the case?" Ashley's eyes lit up when she heard this answer.

"You have found the right person."

Sigmund remembered that in the story of Assassin's Creed Syndicate, the Evie siblings were involved in a series of terrifying crimes, and even met the young Conan Doyle.

With eagle-eyed vision and flying over the walls, these two are simply enhanced versions of Sherlock Holmes.

After explaining the corresponding details, at six o'clock in the evening, the two came to the address provided by Rebecca.

An independent apartment.

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