"The court will be held the morning after tomorrow, which means there are only two days left."

Combining the original owner's memory, Sigmun felt an uncontrollable urgency and concern in his heart.

"Don't you know? Where are you these days?"

Rebecca looked unhappy, "Forget it, let's talk about it on the way, hurry up and take me to the police station." He urged urgently.

"What happened?"

Sigmun jumped into the carriage, "The informant I arranged at the police station sent someone to inform me that Mr. Antoine Pereo went to the police station to visit Mr. Skinder."

"Antoine?"

Sigmun frowned, and the image of a middle-aged fat man appeared in his mind. This guy is a successful perfume merchant and owns several perfume workshops in this city.

His father Lawrence has always served him, and the relationship is not good or bad. After all, even if the germination of capital has just begun, how good can the relationship between employees and capitalists be?

"What did he do there? Is the police going to re-examine?" Sigmun asked.

The murder occurred in a perfume workshop on White Feather Street in Antoine. The deceased was a skilled worker named Tony in his perfume workshop.

This Tony is honest and hardworking, and has a good relationship with other people in the workshop. He and his wife have raised two daughters in total. His personal financial situation is quite good, and there is no possibility of making enemies with others.

Not long after the body was discovered, police raided the perfume workshop, and then found blood-stained clothes and murder weapon in Sigmon's father Lawrence's room.

Not only that, the police also investigated the confession that Tony had quarreled with Lawrence three days ago in the factory.

The person who provided this information was a worker named Doron, and the information he provided was also identified by other workers.

There is not a high possibility of fraud in this matter.

In addition, a perfume mixer named Ram also provided more critical confessions. The deceased Tony and Lawrence worked in the factory until very late that day, which means that there were only two of them in the factory when the murder occurred.

After this incident, Sigmun's original body also hoped to get help from Antoine, but not only did the other party not give him help, but he was even unwilling to pay the already owed salary.

It is precisely because of this that Sigmund is on the dead end and has to find a way to sell his property.

While recalling the passing of things, Sigmun skillfully waved his whip. The carriage flexibly avoided the pedestrians crossing the road, shuttled between the streets and alleys, and headed straight for the Liam City Police Department.

"I was told that Antoine used some relationship and he hoped that Mr. Skinder would plead guilty in person at the court trial the day after tomorrow and waive the right to file a follow-up complaint."

"What?!" Sigmun clamped the reins tightly at this.

About twenty years ago, under the auspices of Fred Augusta, the House of Lords issued new regulations, and certain major cases that comply with the regulations, after trial, the defendants had the right to appeal to a higher court.

At this time, Antoine's approach was almost equivalent to nailing Lawrence to the gallows in advance.

"Do you know what's the reason?"

Sigma's face was as deep as water, and the carriage was a little faster.

"I don't know. After I got the news, I rushed to the police station."

"From my understanding of Mr. Skinder, I think he would not agree to this kind of thing. Yes, he would definitely not agree to it!" Rebecca said slowly.

Sigmund didn't say anything. For such conditions, normal people did not have a reason to agree, but Lawrence...

He is a perfume worker, but also a father.

Every father has weaknesses.

The horse's hooves were flying, not far from the place where the two met to the city police station. Not long after, they came to the solemn city police station.

Liam is an emerging city. At the beginning of its construction, this place where fish and snakes are mixed together always cannot avoid various conflicts.

So at the beginning, the police responsibilities were almost equivalent to half of the army, which made the police organization here much larger than other cities.

This historical problem has not been completely solved even after many years. What is left is solemn architecture and complex relationships.

Stopped the carriage and rushed to the main hall of the police station. But as soon as he approached the door, a middle-aged fat man wearing a black tweed windbreaker and a top hat walked out surrounded by several people.

It was Antoine Perio.

"Mr. Perio, I will report to the judge the day after tomorrow."

Rebecca strode forward blocking Antoine's way.

"Who are you?"

Antoine's thick eyebrows frowned together, and he looked back at a police officer following him, "Is it the newly hired cleaner in your police station?"

Antoine grinned and laughed, "I'm so sorry, it seems she discovered that I was spitting secretly."

"It adds burden to your work." Antoan said as he pulled out a piece of paper money, "Please help me get it clean, thank you!"

The middle-aged businessman looked at Rebecca with a smile. He obviously knew Rebecca's identity, and doing so was just humiliating Rebecca.

This guy looks like a gentleman, but in fact he is a beast in wolf's skin.

Rebecca's face was tense, her lips were pursed together, and she was performing her lawyer's job as a woman. She was inevitably subject to all kinds of contempt and contempt.

But there are unique people like Antoine. After all, in this era, many people who can hire lawyers are considered decent people.

Continuing to stand here will only lead to greater humiliation. At this time, a thin man next to Antoine stood up and said, "Don't block the way, sir, we'll be in a hurry."

While talking, he pushed towards Rebecca's chest with a smile, with malice hidden in his eyes.

Of course he saw that Rebecca was dressed as a man.

At this moment, a not-burly figure suddenly moved forward, pushed away the man's palm, and pulled away the banknotes from Antoine's hand.

“Sigmon…”

Rebecca looked up at the man's back.

"I thank this gentleman for my friend."

Sigmun smiled, skillfully put the banknotes into his arms, and then smiled, "But... this little money is not enough."

"It's you, Sieg..."

The man blocked by Sigmon shouted, but soon his words were interrupted by Antoine.

"Oh, how much do you want?"

"The price that matches your identity, sir." Sig's face did not change, but his eyes showed a perfect greed.

"You are very good at talking to young people."

Antoine laughed and took out a large banknote from his wallet and threw it in a swing. But as soon as he raised his hand, Sigmun grabbed his wrist, and the coins he pinched at his fingertips also fell into his hands.

"Thank you for your generosity."

After taking the money, Sigmon pulled Rebecca's arm and walked into the police station hall along the flow of people.

"Sir... the guy just now was Lawrence's son Sigmun, a folk lover... a writer."

Someone came to Antoine and reminded.

"I know he is very good. Since Lawrence doesn't agree, then we should be able to think of a way in his son."

"He has a daughter."

The thin man reminded.
Chapter completed!