The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Mr. Skinder, that's probably how it went."

The female lawyer closed the documents in her hand and smiled at the man sitting opposite, "Although the result has not come out yet, I think things have turned around, and it may not be long before you can clear your suspicions."

"Thank you, Ms. Snow."

The man opposite nodded lightly, while Sigmund, who was not far away, silently retracted his gaze. This was the first time he had seen the father of the original owner of the body, Lawrence Skind.

There was no embarrassment in the imagination. When I saw this man, a very familiar feeling came to my mind, like an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, without any strangeness.

Lawrence looks very young, but in fact he should be thirty-seven or eighteen years old. The twists and turns in the last few days have made him look a little down.

There are several silver threads on the temples, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are not obvious.

More importantly, this man is too handsome.

Simply handsome.

At first, Sigmund was very satisfied with the appearance of his body, but after seeing Lawrence, he understood what random pairing and probability in heredity mean.

"I didn't really help much, it's mainly Sigmund." Rebecca smiled. The two were already familiar with each other, so she called Sigmund's name directly.

"he?"

Lawrence looked puzzled. No one knew Sigmund better than him. Of course, he didn't believe Rebecca's modest performance.

After completing her duties, Rebecca stood up and left space for the father and son.

"You look pretty good."

Sigmund smiled and said hello. On weekdays, the father and son were not so restrained, and they used their first names to communicate.

"Teresa doesn't know what's going on here, right?"

Lawrence asked worriedly.

"She's still at school, and I didn't inform her." Sigmund replied that Teresa was another child of Lawrence.

"That's good!" Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, didn't Mr. Perio find you?" He asked worriedly.

"That perfumer, what is he doing to me?" Sigmund pretended to be puzzled.

"That's good." Lawrence vaguely said, "This is really great news, poor Tony, I don't know who killed him."

After sighing a few words, Lawrence's mood improved a little.

"When everything is over, we can go home."

He sighed.

Looking at Lawrence, who was looking forward to the future, Sigmund opened his mouth and planned to tell him the truth.

"Even if we get rid of the suspicion, we can't go back for the time being."

"What's going on?" Lawrence's eyes widened.

"I sold the house..."

"Haha, that doesn't matter, the house is sold as soon as it is sold..."

and many more!

"What did you say?!"

Lawrence stood up abruptly, "What did you do with the house...?" He almost squeezed the whole sentence out of his teeth.

"I need money to make you feel better here, and to hire a lawyer... You need money to buy a carriage."

Hearing Sigmon's previous explanation, Lawrence's expression softened and nodded lightly, but when he heard the last item, he could no longer control his emotions.

"A carriage, **** carriage, why are you thinking about buying a carriage?!"

"Give me a rope, who can give me a rope?!"

Lawrence's mood was fluctuating. At this time, he heard shouts from inside, and the police officers guarding the door rushed in one after another.

"Calm down, Lawrence, everything will be fine, don't worry, you will be able to get out, you won't be on the gallows, you won't be able to use that rope." Sigmund comforted.

The police officers on both sides also stepped forward to stop Lawrence.

"Who said I was going to commit suicide?"

While being dragged away by the police, Lawrence roared loudly.

"I'm going to hang you!"

"I should have taken you twenty years ago..."

Sigmund couldn't hear the foul language that followed. But for Lawrence's emotions, he can fully understand.

In modern society, whoever buys a car with the money they get married and buys a house will probably be poured directly into the cement foundation by the father.

"Hey, let him get used to it slowly. When he finds out that the carriage is missing, I'm afraid it will be even more sad."

Sigmund shook his head helplessly and walked out of the visiting room.

When the few people left, they didn't notice that at the other end of the corridor, a middle-aged police officer with a beautiful moustache quietly retracted his gaze.

Gildo went to the Royal Academy of Medicine in person, and he mentioned something vaguely. Sigmon guessed that this so-called Royal Academy of Medicine might also involve a certain degree of extraordinary power.

The technology is not enough, the extraordinary comes together.

Although it is rarely explained to the outside world, the identification results provided by the Royal Academy of Medicine are also one of the most authoritative evidence in court.

However, it is very strange that the supernatural and reality of this world are indistinctly combined, and many things have not been put on the table, and I don't know what the reasons are.

The matter in the police station came to an end. They just had to wait patiently for the news from Gildo. Taking advantage of this time, Sigmund took the time to change his clothes.

Although I don't like the top hats of gentlemen in this era, decent suits and trench coats are still necessary.

However, after walking around the ready-to-wear store and learning about the price of the suit, Sigmon decisively turned around and left. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

No wonder clothes become one of the status symbols.

This is simply luxury.

In fact, in this day and age, well-crafted suits, trench coats, top hats and walking sticks can even become one of the most important parts of a person's heritage.

In addition to regular ready-to-wear stores, there are many active second-hand markets. If you are serious, you should be able to choose clothes that fit your body.

The original clothes were kept at home, and since the house was sold, Sigmon has been running around. He didn't want to go back at this time, so he found a cheap clothing store.

Picked out a cheap suit.

But even the money he paid made him secretly heartbroken.

As for hats, in the kingdom of Elam, a man must have a hat that matches his status.

It symbolizes self-reliance and self-love, men put on their hats and go out to face the world, a necessity for them to arm themselves, just as makeup is for women.

The top hat is not in Sigmon's consideration, it is simply too stupid in the eyes of today's people.

The bowler hat didn't fit his current status, so he chose a fedora hat that was popular among the commoners and middle class.

It's not that Sigmon cares how much he dresses and looks, but that he does what the locals do. Before a person is strong enough to fight against the whole secular rules, he has to learn to fit into them properly.

After changing his outfit, it is also convenient for him to carry out the next work.

Gildo's efficiency was very fast. Before noon, he sent back the message and confirmed the information. Sigmon put on his coat and hat.

He decided to give the kind perfumer a big gift the next day.

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