Chapter 138

Lu Mian, whose mind was occupied by Mrs. Alice's obsession, found his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, his body becoming increasingly painful, having the feeling of encountering the Monsuri Ghost again and entering a near-death state.

This was a real death experience.

Worried about being induced into losing control, Lu Mian didn't persist and directly used the method of command to make Mrs. Alice's remaining spirit leave his body.

Catching his breath and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he turned back into that slightly arrogant novice lawyer.

Accompanied by the police, he returned all the way to the interview room.

Charlie stood up with a *whoosh*, leaned forward, and supported himself on the table, his face full of tension and anticipation.

He didn't need to speak; Lu Mian felt as if he were asking "what's the result."

Lu Mian nodded and made a soothing gesture.

He meant that the autopsy result was about what he expected.

The tension on Charlie's face vanished instantly, and his whole person seemed to have used up all his strength just now, sitting down weakly and leaning against the back of the chair.

Lu Mian said solemnly in front of the two policemen at the door:

"You don't need to worry about other things; I'll handle them.

"You only need to do one thing, and that is to tell the gentlemen here everything exactly as it happened without missing a single detail in the next interrogation, even if it's very absurd, even if it's hard to believe.

"Of course, it's enough to tell them until you were arrested; you don't need to tell them the content of our conversation."

The conversation between a lawyer and a client might involve defense strategies and courtroom techniques, which others have no right to know. Therefore, the two policemen at the door didn't feel confused at all about Lu Mian's last sentence. After all, Charlie Corrent was a poor kid and was encountering a serious criminal case that required a lawyer for the first time, so he might not know the rules in this regard and needed special instructions.

And Charlie understood the true meaning Lu Mian wanted to express:

Don't tell the police about the problem with the portrait I discovered!

"Okay." Compared to when he was just caught and brought to the police station, Charlie was no longer as angry, fearful, and flustered, but he was still not as talkative as usual.

After leaving the Market District Police Headquarters, Lu Mian circled twice, found an alley blocked by a barricade, changed his clothes, took off his glasses, and changed his makeup style.

"Now that I have enough money, I can prepare a safe house and a place to change disguises according to the content described in Aurora's novels." Lu Mian recalled what his sister had written and filled in the gaps for his current handling.

At the same time, he really intended to buy a copy of "Men's Aesthetics."

He couldn't teach himself makeup; he had mainly relied on his hairstyle, glasses, and clothing for disguise just now.

On the way back to the "Golden Rooster Hotel," Lu Mian pondered how to help Charlie get out of his predicament next:

"What exactly is Suzanne Mathis, or the strange creature she turned into, and why did she want to kill Mrs. Alice?

"Why did she help Charlie before and do that kind of thing with him in his dreams?

"Should I write a letter to ask Ms. 'Magician' what this creature is and what's special about it? Only by truly understanding Suzanne Mathis can I think of a way to solve her; otherwise, she is obviously stronger than me..."

Thinking of writing a letter to Ms. "Magician," Lu Mian suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

From the speed of the last reply and the content of the letter, he, who came from a background as a street urchin, vaguely sensed the attitude Ms. "Magician" hadn't stated directly:

"Don't bother me with things that aren't particularly important!"

If it were Lu Mian himself who had encountered problems related to Suzanne Mathis, then writing a letter to ask would definitely be fine, but this matter had nothing to do with him personally; it only affected his neighbor.

That mysterious, powerful, and trouble-hating lady would likely not reply.

And this might also affect her attitude toward Lu Mian.

"Not find Ms. 'Magician,' but ask at the mysticism gathering convened by Mr. K? If the people participating in the gathering are all Beyonders at Osta Trul's level, they might not know the answer..." Lu Mian thought while walking up the stairs and entering his room.

Looking at the suitcase hiding Aurora's witchcraft notes, he suddenly realized:

"Why do I have to investigate the information on Suzanne Mathis and solve her myself?

"My goal is just to save Charlie!

"Even if I could really find Suzanne Mathis's weakness and defeat her, could I force this strange creature to go to the police station and surrender?

"If she really dared to go, the police wouldn't dare to receive her either; given the traits she displayed, wouldn't it be a debauchery party on the spot?"

Lu Mian quickly clarified the difference between goals and means.

To clear Charlie of suspicion and walk out of the Police Headquarters, it didn't need to be that troublesome!

Just let the people from the Eighth Bureau, the Church of the "Eternal Blazing Sun," and the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery" know that Charlie's matter involved supernatural factors and have them intervene in the investigation of this case!

"Even a low-level Beyonder like me with no intelligence network and no mysticism ability can find out that Suzanne Mathis has a problem and discover that Mrs. Alice died from an invisible force; there's no reason official investigators can't. At that time, they will not only confirm that Charlie is innocent, but also help him get rid of Suzanne Mathis's entanglement and even thoroughly solve this strange creature." Lu Mian combined this with the behavior of the madman upstairs who sought protection at the church after encountering the Monsuri Ghost and had a complete speculation about the subsequent development.

He had Charlie tell the story from beginning to end exactly as it happened at the Market District Police Headquarters, actually wanting to attract the attention of official Beyonders.

But he felt he still had to do something; he couldn't pin all his hopes on those ordinary policemen.

What if they thought Charlie was making up a story to mock their intelligence and used violent means to force Charlie to confess on the spot?

Lu Mian's gaze swept over the crumpled newspaper on the wooden table, remembering the time he or his sister cut out words from the "Little Blue Book" to piece together a letter to ask the authorities for help.

"Write Charlie's encounter as a letter and 'deliver' it to a nearby church?" Lu Mian nodded and decided to do just that.

A plea for help letter plus Charlie's confession, working in tandem, should be able to attract the attention of official Beyonders.

Just as he was about to look for suitable words from that "Novel Weekly," Lu Mian suddenly frowned:

"Will the same method of asking for help make the authorities associate it with the Cordu Village incident and associate me, a wanted criminal, with Charlie?"

He didn't know if the investigation results of Ryan and the others had been fully reported to official Beyonders all over the country, but he didn't want to take that risk.

"Imitate Aurora's handwriting?

"Unlike a lawyer's signature that doesn't arouse suspicion, according to Ryan and the others, that letter would likely be sent for various checks, including divination...

"Do a good disguise and find someone to write it on my behalf?" As thoughts raced, Lu Mian had a sudden inspiration, "I can summon a Spirit World creature to help me write it!

"At that time, even if the authorities discovered a problem, without knowing my summoning incantation, they wouldn't be able to make that Spirit World creature come forward to identify me!"

The more Lu Mian thought about it, the more he felt this method was good; he pulled out a chair, sat down, and designed the summoning incantation.

The first sentence was undoubtedly "Spirit that wanders in the void."

After a moment of contemplation, Lu Mian wrote down the second sentence:

"A friendly creature that can be driven."

The Spirit World creature summoned must be able to be driven by Lu Mian to possibly help him write a letter, and friendly was a necessary protection for the summoner.

As for the third sentence, Lu Mian didn't have high requirements; it only needed to include the two elements of "weak" and "can write Intis."

After dozens of seconds of mental permutation and combination, the third sentence of description appeared on the paper:

"A weak one who is proficient in Intis."

*Hoo*... After writing it, Lu Mian let out a breath.

He then flipped through Aurora's witchcraft notes and translated the small number of words he hadn't mastered into Hermes.

Immediately following, he set up an altar and performed the summoning.

Soon, he completed the ritual and saw the candlelight take on a gloomy green hue, expanding to the size of a human head.

A blurred, transparent figure crawled out, its head like a cow's, the rest like a dog's.

"Help me write a letter on my behalf." Lu Mian looked at the Spirit World creature and said in Hermes.

The "Cow-headed Dog" remained blank and didn't respond.

"I command you to help me write a letter." Lu Mian emphasized his tone, still using Hermes.

The "Cow-headed Dog" was silly and blank, as if it hadn't understood.

Lu Mian tried a few more times, but the Cow-headed Dog still had no reaction.

Having no choice, in order to save spirituality, he ended this summoning in advance.

He began to think about where the problem lay:

"That guy can't communicate...

"Can be driven doesn't mean it can communicate..."

Thinking of this, Lu Mian changed the second sentence of the summoning incantation to "A friendly creature that can communicate."

Being able to communicate meant being able to request!

This time, what crawled out of the gloomy green flames was a giant "snail."

"Hello." Lu Mian tried to greet it, using Intis.

That "snail" emitted an illusory voice:

"Hello, what is the matter?"

It also used Intis.

"Can you help me write a letter?" Lu Mian felt a joy in his heart.

That "snail" said in a troubled tone:

"But I don't have hands."

"..." Lu Mian had no choice but to end this summoning.

After thinking it over, he changed "A weak one who is proficient in Intis" to "A weak one who can write Intis."

"Can write" both included the requirement at the knowledge level and encompassed the necessary hardware requirements.

Before long, Lu Mian completed the third summoning.

He saw a transparent creature shaped like a rabbit.

"Can you help me write a letter?" Lu Mian asked with strong anticipation.

That "rabbit" nodded, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote an Intis word on the paper:

"Letter."

"..." Lu Mian's lips twitched.

This guy didn't seem to have a very high IQ.

Lu Mian's thoughts shifted; he took the paper and pen and *scratch, scratch, scratch* wrote a plea for help letter, including key points such as Suzanne Mathis's portrait, wet dreams, Mrs. Alice's death, and Charlie's arrest.

Then, he said to the "rabbit":

"Copy it!"

The "rabbit" took the fountain pen and began to transcribe it seriously.

Soon, it finished the work.

Lu Mian took it and looked, nodding with satisfaction.

The next second, his smile stiffened on his face.

That moron not only copied the entire content of the letter but also replicated the handwriting.

In other words, it used Lu Mian's handwriting!

Lu Mian took a breath, exhaled slowly, and pointed to that "Novel Weekly":

"Transcribe it using that font."

The "rabbit" nodded slowly and painstakingly transcribed it again.

After a few minutes passed, Lu Mian obtained a plea for help letter that looked as if it had been printed.

(End of chapter)