"Why not?"

"I am the attorney appointed by Mr. Lawrence Skinder, and I have the right to meet him!"

Rebecca glared at the police officer in front of her.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a decent blue uniform, a police cap, sharp eyes, and the two beards under his nose are particularly delicately maintained.

"I'm not saying no, but saying it's not 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?" He could find a hundred reasons just by thinking.

The middle-aged police officer sneered, "Is Todd's law firm bankrupt? I'll ask him to send a man next time."

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

"But Antoine had just met Mr. Skinder!" Rebecca did not intend to give up easily.

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

"Ms. Rebecca Stein, you are a lawyer and you should be clear about the importance of evidence. As one of the parties, Mr. Antoine Perio was just a routine questioning the progress of the matter..."

"They haven't met."

The police officer stopped talking after he finished speaking.

"I'll send a doctor before I appear in court."

Rebecca refused to avoid it, while the police officer standing opposite him looked calm.

"This is your right."

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

"let's go."

Sigmon didn't say anything and pulled Rebecca out of the police station hall.

"terribly sorry……"

After calming down for a while, Rebecca stood in front of Sigmun in frustration, "Please believe in my ability. I was the Kingdom Lawyer College last year..."

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

"Leave it to you?"

Rebecca looked puzzled. She had simply investigated the information about the man in front of her. The information showed that he was a folk lover, liked to learn mysticism, and claimed to be a writer.

writer?

Young people in their twenties who have no job will most likely 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."

"The first one, I want to take a look at all the detailed information related to the case, confession photos, etc."

"Okay, no problem, I have these things." Rebecca nodded, but after hesitating for a moment, she spoke.

"I've studied these things many times..."

"The second thing." Sigmun did not explain.

“I want to know what exactly Antoine said when he entered the police station today?”

"This..." Rebecca hesitated for a moment.

"No problem, I will solve it."

"That's it, you go and prepare." Seeing that there was nothing to add, Sigmun was about to leave but suddenly remembered something.

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

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

"Sold." Sigma said expressionlessly.

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

Sigmun lowered his head, looked at his dirty clothes, his empty hands, shrugged, and turned around and pointed somewhere.

"I bought a car."

"You sold the house and bought a carriage?"

The veins on his forehead were leaping, and Rebecca suddenly felt sad for the Lawrence. Such a son should have been drowned when he was a child.

"Come to this place at 6pm."

Rebecca left the address and ran away without looking back.

"Selling a house and buying a car is barely reasonable, but this car..." Sigmun couldn't help but sigh.

"You can't stay with you all the time."

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

Entering the carriage, Sigmun took out the special medicine and chose the fourth service. Then a woman with a pale face and severely injured appeared in front of her.

The wound was mainly concentrated in the abdomen, and the woman was already in a coma. Sigmund did not hesitate and poured out a special medicine and sent it into the other party's mouth.

Then something amazing happened.

The wound healed and his face turned rosy. Soon, the woman in the coma woke up slowly.

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

"My wound..."

As a veteran assassin, Ashley knew more than anyone how much the injuries she had on her body were. After all, the one who left those trauma was the best among them.

She knew she would die, and even if she was sent to the hospital immediately, she would not be able to survive.

But now.

"Please calm down, this lady..." Sigmun spoke, "I must tell you that this is not London, or even the earth..."

…………

Sigmund was driving the carriage, and Ashley lifted the curtains in the carriage and looked at the strange city, recalling the conversation between the two not long ago.

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

Not to mention these strange buildings and strange streets, the strange language that appears out of thin air in my mind is the most difficult to explain.

"Can I go back?"

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

"It's not the time yet. I've saved you, but it's not without a price. Your body can't fight for a long time."

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

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

She was silent for a long time, 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 Sigmun.

"Tell me, what can I help?"

The female assassin tied up her loose red hair and exposed her slender neck.

"Is it so obvious?"

Sigmun smiled. He communicated a lot with Ashley during the whole day, bought clothes for her and walked around the city, and learned about the history of the Kingdom of Elland.

But he never mentioned the troubles he had.

He pretended to be his identity and blurred Ashley's arrival into something similar to the sacred artifact of the Garden of Eden.

After all, this thing really exists in the world of Assassin's Creed, and the other party is more likely to accept it.

Normally, no matter how Sigmun explains it, it will leave verbal flaws, but the Nightmare Carriage should have interfered with Ashley to some extent.

This made the female assassin easily accept Sigmun's explanation.

"I am an assassin, and disguise and observation are the most basic abilities." Saved by Sigmun and in such a different world, Ashley did not hide much from him.

"I am not in good condition now, and our assassination must comply with the corresponding guidelines."

"I understand this." Sigmund curled his lips.

Everything is empty, everything is allowed...

"I do need your help to investigate the case."

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

"You've found the right person."

Sigmon remembers that in the story of Assassin's Creed, the Evie brothers were once deeply involved in a series of horror crimes and even met the young Conan Doyle.

With hawk-eye vision and flying over the eaves and walls, these two people's abilities are simply enhanced versions of Sherlock Holmes.

After explaining the corresponding details, at 6 pm, the two arrived at the address provided by Rebecca.

A separate apartment.
Chapter completed!