The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

When leaving Antoine's mansion, Sigmund noticed that the surrounding butlers and bodyguards were all riding on the faces of the mare.

Finally, after bargaining, he left with 150 gold pounds. With this money, when things are over, at least they can find a place to stay.

Of course it is rented.

"Sir, that Sigmund drove the carriage away." The butler walked into the room.

"very good."

Antoine nodded, "Book a restaurant for me tomorrow at noon. I want to see Officer Lenny." The perfumer ordered casually.

"Sir, don't you worry... That Lawrence won't agree?"

"Don't worry, as long as Sigmon receives the money, Lawrence will definitely agree, because he knows that if he doesn't do that, the young man will end up miserably."

"By then I'll have relatively valid reasons to do a lot of things, and Lawrence will understand."

"Hey, what a poor fellow. Among all my workers, he is the most skilled one, but unfortunately his son is an idiot."

"I heard that the kid was deceived and even sold the house." Antoine asked casually.

"yes."

"He bought a carriage with the money from the house sale."

"This is really good news. I don't think he can last long with the 150 gold pounds."

Antoine signed his name on the document, then waved his hand, "Send someone to look after Rila and tell anyone not to come near here, I'm going to make a new perfume formula."

"Okay sir."

The housekeeper quietly exited the room, closed the door, and soon Antoine's soft muttering came from inside.

"Is it bergamot, or is it rosemary oil? ... No, it's a mix, **** it, it's so concentrated, I can't smell anything deeper..."

The old housekeeper abandoned the servants around him. He knew that Antoine didn't like to be disturbed at this time, and he also knew that the old Antoine had lost the aura of the past.

He is not configuring perfume, but imitating it.

On the other side, Sigmon, who had left the mansion, glanced back and gave up the idea of ​​sneaking in.

Although he came into contact with the supernatural, Sigmon was not dazzled by the power, because the supernatural is not the only one, and the country's violent institutions still have a deterrent to the supernatural power.

He has now found the key to helping his father get rid of the biggest suspicion, and he doesn't need to be aggressive.

As for today's money.

It was a complete surprise.

When he was leaving, Sigmund saw an embarrassed figure walking from the corner.

Oh, poor Ram.

Hope he didn't wait too long in that alley.

When she returned to the apartment, Rebecca hadn't rested and was still studying the details of the case carefully. Her seriousness and dedication were admirable.

The two communicated for a while, and then went to rest early.

This was the soundest night Sigmon had slept since he crossed.

Wake up, wash up, have a simple breakfast.

Then Sigmund drove the carriage to the police station. Not long after the carriage was parked, the burly Gildo appeared in front of him.

"You look much more pleasing to the eye now."

Sigmon was joking, Gildo's palms and arms were covered with thick bandages, and his face was pale.

He was seriously injured, and he probably won't be dispatched again for a short period of time.

"How is Montana?"

"She has been promoted and needs a little time to consolidate." Gildo was vague, and then the two began to discuss Lawrence's case.

"From now on, this case is under my control."

"you?"

"Are you surprised? I have a corresponding position in the police station." Gildo raised his chest and took out his badge.

special investigator

Gildo nodded, "You should know that what we are going to do sometimes requires the support of some official institutions. In order to avoid trouble, it is important to have an identity that can be recognized by everyone."

"So..." Sigmund looked puzzled.

"So now this case is mine!"

Then Sigmon saw what it means to be overbearing. Gildo took the badge and led everyone directly into the warehouse where the evidence was stored, and easily took out the relevant evidence of the case.

The whole process is incredibly simple.

"This is extraordinary power."

Gildo approached Sigmund and whispered.

"When we're done with this, we need to talk about your problem."

"What's wrong with me?" Sigmund was stunned.

"Man, don't you think that the kingdom will allow guys like you to wander outside." He muttered softly as he opened the evidences he took out one by one.

According to the process, after making preparations, the female assassin immediately got the blood-stained dagger.

She stabbed and swung, she felt the center of gravity of the material of the dagger, and she just made a random shot, which caught Gildo's attention.

The rough man's eyes gradually became sharper.

But before he could say anything, Sigmon spoke first.

"This is indeed Lawrence's weapon, but it is not the knife that killed."

"how do you know?"

Rebecca and Gildo asked at the same time, and even Ashley showed a little doubt.

There was dried blood on the blade, Sigmon closed his eyes, and his movements caught Gildo's attention.

After a while, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were very determined.

"Because what's left on the dagger is not human blood."

"Not human blood?"

Ashley lowered her head, but there was no breath left on the dry mark.

Rebecca still looked puzzled, but Gildo seemed to understand something, and her eyes became solemn.

"you sure?"

"Montana should have mentioned to you what happened in the manor..."

"In addition, I need to remind you of the scent of the woman's perfume... You should be with..."

"and many more!"

Halfway through the words~www.novelmt.com~ Sigmund's face suddenly changed wildly, he stepped back abruptly, and almost bumped into Rebecca who was standing behind.

"How do you know my morning..."

Gildor looked surprised.

"Shut up, don't talk to me!"

"What's wrong?" Rebecca and Ashley both looked inexplicable.

Being seriously injured and unable to exercise, in the morning, the woman...

"What did you eat in the morning?"

At this moment, Sigmund hated why he had to use his sensory abilities on Gildo.

"I...I didn't do anything, just met two friends and drank a bowl of seafood soup in the restaurant."

Gildo wiped his mouth and stroked the beards around him.

Nothing. I'm obviously paying attention.

This guy's sense of smell is also terrible.

"Just a normal breakfast, the abalone and shrimp tails are fresh," Gildo explained.

"Alright alright……"

Sigmund's face was stiff. At this time, he didn't want to investigate further. It was better not to know some truths.

"Do you need me to prove it again?" he asked angrily.

"No, no need, I believe you!"

Gildo nodded frantically, looking at Sigmon's eyes at this time, even vaguely fearful.

"Even if there is no human blood on the knife, how can you prove it?"

Only Rebecca's attention was on the case itself.

"Leave it to me, I know there is a place where the most authoritative explanation can be given."

"The Royal Academy of Medicine."

Afterwards, Gildo fled with the dagger, and Sigmund and others also got the opportunity to meet Lawrence.

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