The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"Mr. Skinder, that's probably what happened."

The female lawyer closed the documents in her hands, and smiled at the man sitting across from her, "Although the results haven't come out yet, I think things have turned around. Maybe it won't take long for you to be cleared of suspicion."

"Thank you, Ms. Snow."

The man on the opposite side nodded slightly, while Sigmund, who was not far away, silently withdrew his gaze. This was the first time he saw the father of the original owner of the body, Lawrence Skinde.

There was no embarrassment as imagined. When I saw this man, a very familiar feeling came to my heart, like an old friend reunited after a long absence, without any strangeness.

Lawrence looks very young, but in fact he should be in his thirties. The ups and downs of the past few days have made him look a little out of sorts.

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

What's more, 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 genetic probability are.

"Actually, I didn't help much, mainly Sigmund." Rebecca smiled, and the two had gotten to know each other a little better, so she called Sigmund by his name.

"he?"

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

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

"You look fine."

Sigmund greeted with a smile. Usually, the father and son are not so restrained, and they always call them by their first names when communicating.

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

Lawrence asked with some concern.

"She's still at school, I didn't notify her," replied Sigmund, Teresa was Lawrence's other child.

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

"By the way, hasn't Mr. Perio looked for you?" He asked worriedly.

"That perfume merchant, what did he want me for?" Sigmund pretended to be puzzled.

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

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

"When it's all over, we can go home."

He sighed.

Looking at Lawrence looking forward to the future, Sigmund opened his mouth and planned to tell him all 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, what does that matter, if the house is sold, it will be sold..."

etc!

"What did you say?!"

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

"I need money to make your life easier here, and hire a lawyer... You need money to buy a carriage."

Hearing Sigmund's previous explanation, Lawrence calmed down and nodded slightly, but when he heard the last item, he could no longer control his emotions.

"Carriage, damn carriage, why would you even think about buying a carriage?!"

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

Lawrence's emotions were fluctuating. At this time, he heard the shouts 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 need that rope anymore." Sigmund comforted.

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

"Who said I was going to kill myself?"

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

"I'm going to hang you!!"

"Twenty years ago I should have put you..."

Sigmund could no longer hear the obscenities behind him. But he can fully understand Lawrence's emotions.

If this is placed in modern society, whoever spends the money from getting married and buying a house to buy a car will probably be directly poured into the concrete foundation by the father.

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

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

They didn't notice when they left. At the other end of the corridor, a middle-aged police officer with a beautiful mustache quietly looked away.

Gildo personally went to the Royal Academy of Medicine, and he mentioned some cryptically. Sigmund guessed that this so-called Royal Academy of Medicine might also involve a certain degree of extraordinary power.

If the technology is not enough, Chaofan will make up for it.

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.

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

The affairs in the police station came to an end. They just had to wait patiently for news from Gildo. During 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 clothing store and knowing the price of the suit, Sigmund turned around decisively and left.

No wonder clothes become one of the status symbols.

This is simply luxury.

In fact, in this era, well-made suits, trench coats, top hats and walking sticks can even become one of the most important components of a person's inheritance.

In addition to formal clothing stores, there are also many active second-hand markets. If you are serious, you should be able to pick clothes that suit your figure.

The original clothes were left at home, and after the house was sold, Sigmund had been running around. He didn't think about going 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 fits his status.

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

The top hat is not within the scope of Sigmund's consideration. From the perspective of modern people's aesthetics, that thing is simply too stupid.

A bowler hat didn't suit his status, so he opted for a fedora popular among the commoners and middle classes.

It's not that Sigmund cares much about his appearance, but that he does as the Romans do. Before a person is strong enough to fight against the entire secular rules, he must learn to blend in properly.

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

Gildo's efficiency was very fast, and the message was sent back before noon, and the message was confirmed. Sigmund put on his coat and hat.

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

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