Chapter: 412

After chatting on this topic for a while, Lumian took out a photo and handed it to Charlie: "See if you recognize this person."

Charlie took a look and blurted out in astonishment, "Isn't this Saint Viève?"

Why are you wearing a sexy long dress that exposes the skin on your chest?

"I've confirmed that the portrait posted in your room is not of Saint-Viève. It's of the famous courtesan Suzanne Matisse." Lumian considerately replaced "whore" with "socialite" so that Charlie would not be overly stimulated.

"Huh?" Charlie looked puzzled.

I'm praying for a courtesan, not an angel?

But why did my luck improve?

No, you won't be taken to the police if you really get better.

Lumian took out another photo, which still showed Susanna. Matisse, but he has already painted the courtesan's hair green in advance, and made a little "correction"

"Let's see if you recognize this person."

Charlie watched carefully for a few seconds, his expression gradually shocked: "This, her! How could it be?

"You know me?" Lumian smiled.

"She, she is, she is the heroine of my dreams." Didn't I tell you? During that time, I even had a few days of sweet dreams. In my dreams, I was doing that kind of thing with her. She was so enthusiastic and gentle...

When Charlie looked at Lumian again, his eyes were completely different: Is this still the southern boy I knew?

Apart from being good at playing pranks, he looks okay, nothing special!

"I helped him recall some key details." Lumian explained calmly. Charlie suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes, I remembered something very important.

Very important indeed!

The policeman didn't ask any more questions, and closed the door again.

Seeing this, Charlie leaned forward, pressed the edge of the table, and asked eagerly, "Did I encounter a female evil spirit?"

"It doesn't have to be a wronged soul or an evil spirit." Lumian first saw that Charlie's expression softened a little, and then added, "It may be more troublesome than this."

In his eyes, Charlie's face turned pale instantly.

After a brief silence, Charlie asked with concern: "Your, you mean, Mrs. Alice was killed by that evil spirit?" "Not sure yet. Lumian stood up, "I need to see Mrs. Alice's body." "

"Are you still going to examine the body and find out the real cause of death?" Charlie didn't know the neighbor more and more.

Lumian smiled, but did not answer.

Lumian raised the corner of his mouth, looked at Charlie with a smile, and said, "Look carefully at who is in the photo."

Charlie looked down at the green-haired photo blankly.

Looking at it, his expression became extremely frightened, and he couldn't help but shrink back, making the chair creak.

"No, it's impossible! Suzanne, Suzanne, she's that whore!" Charlie shouted, unable to contain his emotions.

This discovery gave him the feeling of encountering an evil spirit.

After praying to a picture of a prostitute, not only did he immediately escape from starvation and find a new job, but he also dreamed about her continuously and slept with her!