Chapter: 413

This, isn't this just hitting a ghost?

Lumian nodded with satisfaction: "Congratulations, at least your eyes are not blind."

His intention to do Charlie a favor and his mischievous information to scare Charlie are two separate things.

With a creak, the door of the conversation room was opened, and a police officer guarding outside asked very vigilantly: "What happened, why are you yelling?

As Charlie's defense lawyer, he has the right to examine the corpse accompanied by the police, and he can even ask for the help of an independent forensic doctor. Therefore, after signing two documents with the name "Guillaume Pierre", Lumian was taken to the underground of the police headquarters in the market area and into the cold storage room where the corpse was stored.

The policeman who led him pulled out the cabinet, opened the body bag, pointed to the female body and said, "This is Mrs. Alice."

Alice was well maintained during her lifetime, with only faint wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth, her thick brown eyebrows, slightly drooping cheek muscles, and dead white skin.

Lumian looked casually and said to the policeman, "I'm fine."

He is not a forensic doctor. He really came to examine the corpse. His purpose was to confirm the approximate location of Mrs. Alice's body.

After leaving the cold room, Lumian turned to the police accompanying him and said, "Where is the nearest laundry room?"

"Turn right in the corridor." Although the policeman was a little impatient, he still answered.

Lumian quickened his pace and entered the alliance washing room on the basement floor.

Then, he locked the wooden door and danced the "Dance of Recruitment" in this small space.

In the sometimes frenzied and sometimes distorted dance, a gloomy wind blew in the washroom, one after another shadowy figures appeared here, and one after another pale or blue faces stared at Lumian with empty eyes.

These are the remaining obsessions of the dead.

Lumian had never really experienced such a big scene, and for a moment he felt surrounded by ghosts of dead souls.

He settled down, and while dancing the second half of the dance, he looked for Mrs. Alice.

Not long after, he found the lady with thick brown eyebrows and a fierce face.

Lumian immediately pulled out the ritual silver, stabbed a wound, and ordered Mrs. Alice to attach to him.

Mrs. Alice swallowed the drop of blood, and it entered Lumian's body.

Lumian felt cold all over, and his chest seemed to become heavy.

Then there was a certain degree of difficulty in his breathing.

Without hesitation, Lumian amplified Mrs. Alice's obsession instead of choosing a certain trait or ability of hers.

Almost instantly, Lumian's eyes went dark, and she saw Mrs. Alice lying on the bed with her mouth and nose covered by a pillow stuffed with feathers, but there was no one pressing the pillow in her sight!

Lumian, whose mind was occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession, became more and more difficult to breathe, and his body became more and more painful. He had the feeling of encountering the ghost of Montsouris again and entering a near-death state.

This is the real death experience.

Lumian, who was worried that he would be induced to lose control because of this, did not insist anymore, and directly ordered Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit to leave his body.

After taking a breath, he wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and he turned back into that slightly arrogant novice lawyer.

Accompanied by the police, he went all the way back to the chat room.

Charlie stood up abruptly, leaned forward, supported the table with his hands, his face was full of tension and expectation.