The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

"why not?"

"I am Mr. Lawrence Skinner's solicitor, and I have a right to see him!"

Rebecca glared at the officer in front of her.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a decent blue uniform and a police cap, with sharp eyes and a well-groomed mustache under his nose.

"I'm not saying it's not possible, but that it's not possible now." The middle-aged police officer replied slowly.

"Why?" Rebecca suppressed her anger and calmed herself down.

"You really want to hear it?"

"Or, which one do you want to hear?" Just thinking about it, he can find a hundred reasons.

The middle-aged police officer sneered, "Has Todd Law Firm gone bankrupt? Please ask him to send a man over next time."

The middle-aged police officer glanced at Rebecca with contempt.

"But Antoine just met Mr. Skinde just now!" Rebecca didn't intend to give up easily.

Hearing this sentence, the expression of the middle-aged police officer immediately became serious.

"Ms. Rebecca Stein, you are a lawyer and you should be aware of the importance of evidence. As one of the parties involved, Mr. Antoine Perriot is just routinely asking about the progress of the matter..."

"They haven't met."

The police officer stopped talking.

"Before I go to court, I will send a doctor."

Rebecca didn't give way, while the police officer standing opposite looked indifferent.

"It is your right.".

In fact, in his opinion, there was no suspense in the case, and the only thing waiting for that Lawrence guy was hanging.

"let's go."

Sigmund didn't say anything, and pulled Rebecca out of the police station hall together.

"terribly sorry……"

After calming down for a long time, Rebecca stood in front of Sigmund in frustration, "Please believe in my ability, I am the King's Lawyer Academy last year..."

Sigmund raised his hand and interrupted Rebecca, "This is not your responsibility, leave the rest to me."

"here you are?"

Rebecca looked puzzled. She had briefly investigated the information of the man in front of her. The information showed that he was a folklore lover, liked occult knowledge, and claimed to be a writer.

writer?

Most young people in their twenties who are not working will imagine themselves as a writer.

"Don't worry, I won't joke about the lives of my loved ones, but I need you to do two things for me."

"First, I want to see all the details related to the case, the photos of the confession, etc."

"Okay, no problem, I have all these things." Rebecca nodded, but after a moment of hesitation, she spoke.

"I have studied these things many times..."

"The second thing." Sigmund did not explain.

"I want to know what Antoine said when he entered the police station today?"

"This..." Rebecca hesitated.

"No problem, I'll take care of it."

"That's it, go get ready." Seeing that there was nothing to add, Sigmund was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, there is one more thing, um... can you help me find a place to live?"

"Where do you live?" Rebecca looked puzzled, "Isn't your house empty?"

"Sold." Sigmund said blankly.

"Where's the money?" Rebecca's eyes widened.

Sigmund lowered his head, looked at his dirty clothes and empty hands, shrugged, and pointed his head somewhere.

"I bought a car."

"You sold your house and bought a carriage?!"

With veins throbbing on her forehead, Rebecca suddenly felt sorry for that Lawrence. This kind of son should have been drowned when he was young.

"Come to this place at six o'clock in the evening."

Rebecca left the address and ran away without looking back.

"Selling a house to buy a car is justified, but this car..." Sigmund couldn't help but sighed after jumping on the nightmare carriage.

"You can't stay with me forever."

This is also what he just discovered, the countdown of the carriage will be completely locked when he stays by his side.

Entering the carriage turned upside down, Sigmund took out the special medicine and chose the fourth service, and then a woman with a pale face and serious injuries appeared in front of her eyes.

The wound was mainly concentrated in the abdomen, and the woman had already fallen into a coma. Without any hesitation, Sigmund poured out a special medicine and put it into the opponent's mouth.

Then something amazing happened.

The wound healed, and her face became rosy. Not long after, the unconscious woman woke up slowly.

The first time she woke up, she subconsciously touched her side, and then she realized the condition of her body.

"My injury..."

As a senior assassin, Ashley knew the extent of her injuries better than anyone else, after all, it was the best of them who left those wounds.

She knew that she was bound to die, and even if she was sent to the hospital immediately, it was impossible for her to survive.

But now.

"Please calm down, lady..." Sigmund said, "I must tell you, this is not London, not even Earth..."

…………

Sigmund was driving the carriage, and Ashley opened the curtains in the carriage to look at this strange city, recalling the conversation between the two not long ago in her mind.

Even if you experience it yourself, you can't believe what you see.

Not to mention the weird buildings and strange streets, the strange language that popped up in my mind is the most difficult to explain.

"Can I go back?"

Through Ashley Sigmon confirmed her guess, she was indeed attacked by Jack the Ripper, and when she settled down, the female assassin began to care about her mentor and companion.

"It's not the time yet. I saved you, but it's not without cost. Your body won't be able to fight for a long time."

To be honest, at this time Sigmund didn't know how to send the female assassin back to the original world.

"The teacher has already got the news that Jack will be punished." Ashley said to herself, "I really can't help you now."

She was silent for a while, adapting to the strange environment and new clothes here.

The original clothes were covered with knife wounds and blood stains, and had been disposed of by Sigmund.

"Tell me, is there anything I can do to help?"

The female assassin tied up her loose red hair, revealing her slender neck.

"Is it so obvious?"

Sigmund smiled. During the whole day, he communicated with Ashley a lot, bought clothes for her, shuttled around the city, and learned about the history of the Kingdom of Elam.

But he never mentioned his own troubles.

Disguising his identity, he blurred Ashley's arrival into something akin to the Hallows of Eden.

After all, this thing is real in the world of Assassin's Creed, and it is easier for the other party to accept it.

Normally, no matter how Sigmund explains it, there will be a verbal flaw, but the nightmare carriage should have interfered with Ashley to some extent.

This made it easy for the female assassin to accept Sigmund's explanation.

"I'm an assassin, and camouflage and observation are the most basic abilities." After being saved by Sigmund and being in such a different world, Ashley didn't hide much from him.

"I'm not in a good state now, and our assassination must comply with the corresponding guidelines."

"I understand this." Sigmund pouted.

All things are false, all things are allowed...

"I do need your help, help me investigate the case."

"Investigate the case?" Ashley's eyes lit up when she heard this answer.

"You found the right person for this."

Sigmund remembered that in the story of Assassin's Creed Syndicate, the Evie siblings were involved in a series of horrific crimes, and even met the young Conan Doyle.

With eagle-eyed vision, coupled with flying over eaves and walls, the abilities of these two are simply enhanced versions of Sherlock Holmes.

After explaining the relevant details, the two arrived at the address provided by Rebecca at six o'clock in the evening.

An independent apartment.

Thanks to the book friend A Yue for the reward. When the words count up, everyone can invest appropriately. The author may not have other abilities, but his character is still very strong. He insists on finishing the book and will never finish it.