The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Antoine got up about half an hour earlier than usual, but instead of feeling groggy, he was extraordinarily clear-headed.

Even last night at the Moulin Rouge, he persisted for an extra minute. For a man of his age, without the help of medicine, he was able to increase his duration by 50%, which was a rare breakthrough no matter how you looked at it.

He woke up in the morning and rang the brass bell beside the bed, and soon there were maids and housekeepers to take care of everything for him. When he went downstairs, breakfast was already on the dining table.

Because of his excitement, he even turned on his own pneumatic phonograph for the first time.

"A beautiful morning, isn't it?"

He opened the window and said to his butler with a smile, "The weather is getting warmer, tell Ram, it's time to start signing the contract for the purchase of rose petals."

The extraction of rose essential oil requires a lot of petals. His business was greatly affected by the murder case before. Now that the haze in his heart has been swept away, Antoine feels that it is time to cheer up.

"Sir, here's Liam's morning paper that just arrived."

The butler thoughtfully delivered a stack of newspapers. Antoine took a sip of milk and unfolded the newspapers in his hand.

Reading the newspaper at breakfast, although this kind of behavior would be scoffed at by the nobles, it is a special experience for a businessman like Antoine.

Recently, several women were attacked. Fortunately, they only lost some belongings and were not physically attacked.

"Those guys in the police department are getting too much. If I can become a city councilor, I must slam them hard."

Antoine grumbled, feeling that today's sausages were extraordinarily delicious.

"Let's get ready for the carriage. The court session starts at nine o'clock. I hope I can arrive a little earlier. Poor Sigmund, Lawrence must have scolded him badly yesterday. I need to give him some comfort."

The perfume merchant gave orders while turning to the second page of the newspaper, and then a line of conspicuous handwriting came into view without warning.

"Due to insufficient evidence, the murder case of the perfume workshop is temporarily dismissed, the court session is cancelled, and the suspect Lawrence Skinde is temporarily released!"

Boom!

In surprise, Antoine stood up abruptly, the fat on his stomach ripped the tablecloth, and he accidentally knocked over the milk glass on the table.

"gentlemen……"

Servants and stewards rushed to hear the sound.

"absurd!"

"Lawrence is the murderer, he is the damn murderer! This should all end!"

"Not enough evidence?"

"How could there be insufficient evidence?"

"Knives and clothes are in his room. He must have killed him. Have these policemen been fed fish soup?"

Faces flashed in my mind, and finally the greedy young man remained.

"Prepare the carriage, prepare the carriage immediately, send someone to help me contact Officer Lenny, and let Ram come over immediately, I want to know where that Sigmon is now?!"

The fat on his body shook, and Antoine roared out these words.

But after a while, he noticed that the butler beside him was standing still with a stiff face, holding a newspaper picked up from the ground in his hand.

"What are you doing, carriage, damn carriage, get ready!"

"First... Mister!"

The butler swallowed, "I think you should read this message."

"What information?" Antoine pulled the newspaper almost roughly, and then a line of big characters came into view.

"The Secret Behind - The Perfume Murders, Antoine Perriot's Dirty!"

"I am Sigmund Skinner, the son of Lawrence, the perfume murder suspect. Recently, I have suffered unfair treatment and coercion because of my father's affairs."

It started a few days ago...

The fat on Antoine's cheeks trembled, and he suppressed his anger and read the report word for word.

"I don't know what happened, but Mr. Antoine refused to help me. I think he is right. Paying that money now does not meet the terms of the contract."

He said a criminal was not entitled to the money, and that if Lawrence died, the money would have to be used to pay for the damage caused by the incident.

But a condition he mentioned later made me feel very strange.

Every line of the newspaper teased Antoine's nerves, the veins on his hands bulged, and the edge of the newspaper was crushed by him.

"Mr. Antoine said that he could give me a sum of money on the condition that I persuade Lawrence to give up his rights and make a formal statement afterwards. I don't understand the logic in this."

"God, why is this, why does he expect Lawrence to die immediately, is there some secret in it?"

"My head is very confused, I can't figure out the reason, but as a son, I know that I can't do this, no matter how much money he gives, even if he will bully and oppress me..."

"It even made me receive death threats because of it."

"But I won't give in, those are my relatives, let me betray my relatives for a little money?"

"No, no, I refuse!"

Reading these words, the smiling face of that young man seemed to appear in front of Antoine's eyes.

"Shit!"

"This despicable, shameless...how dare he? How dare he treat me like this?!"

The perfume merchant suddenly raised his head, "You all heard that day, you heard with your own ears what that young man said!"

The butler didn't dare to look at Antoine, and lowered his head cautiously.

"He said he deserves more money!"

"That voracious blood-sucking worm extorted a hundred and fifty gold pounds from my room, and now? He's telling everyone in the papers that he hasn't taken a copper coin!"

"Damn it, isn't the carriage ready yet? Take me to the police station immediately." The two accidents in succession made Antoine extremely upset, and he still couldn't figure out the connection between them.

Lawrence's release may have been a coincidence, but that vile Sigmund, he was teasing himself, trampling on his dignity.

Pushing away the chair, Antoine strode forward, but in the next second he felt the world spinning, and a butler's call came from his ear.

Before passing out, an idea inexplicably popped into Antoine's mind.

"Last night at the Moulin Rouge, I shouldn't have had a second..."

After an unknown amount of time, the humming roar reverberated in his brain. Antoine opened his eyes wearily, and found that he was half leaning on the bed, and a middle-aged man who looked like a doctor was talking to the housekeeper beside him.

"It's nothing serious, but you need to pay attention to restraint. If necessary, I can provide you with a special potion..."

"I don't need it!" Antoine interrupted the doctor roughly, "Pay him to leave, and prepare the carriage..."

"But your body."

"Go and prepare the carriage!"

Antoine gave the order, but at this moment there was a noise outside the door, the butler got up, and walked in worriedly after a while.

"What's wrong?"

"Sir..." The butler took a deep breath and stopped talking.

"The reporters from those newspapers came to the door?"

"No, it's Miss Rilla. When you were unconscious just now, Miss Rilla ran out in disorder."

"What?" Antoine sat up abruptly regardless of the dizziness in his head.

"Where did she go, send someone to find her quickly!"

"Ram found her." The housekeeper stammered.

"Ram?"

Antoine was stunned for a moment. He had only one task for Ram, and that was to follow a certain young man.

Sure enough, the next second the butler gave an answer that made him extremely collapse.

"Miss Rilla is with that Sigmund..."

Everything in front of him was swallowed by darkness, Antoine twitched and lost consciousness again.

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