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Chapter 43: the cunning man (three)

This is a losing lawsuit. Fulan has been deliberating for a long time, and for a while he thought so. In front of us is a cunning enemy with a winning chance, and behind us is a temporary ally with no sincerity. Since last night, he felt some discomfort. When he got up today, his limbs were tied with lead blocks. For example, the patient with the attack of wind dampness, it was quite difficult to walk several steps. "Maybe it's the reason for staying up late. Stick to it." Fulan thought that he only slept for three hours, and the full desk of documents consumed a lot of energy. At breakfast, Fulan made an exception by drinking a pot full of ground coffee to boost his spirit. Paris finished the bread listlessly. He could see the fear and... Desire in the girl's eyes. "When do I go to court, sir?" she asked. "It depends," Fulan replied. In the eyes of the upper class, the underprivileged little actors of the tour troupe are scum. "I'll change your destiny." Fulan continued to pour coffee into the cup, and the curling light smoke was steamed from the brown black liquid, with a special pungent smell, and spread lazily around the room. Before the court session, the lawyer group received a notice from the court that the other party changed the selection of the prosecutor. The lawyer representative mockingly said, "there is a poor man to be fooled! Bai Tutai wants to protect his reputation, so he has to have a little lamb to bear the failure for him." This made the lawyers laugh, "solve it in an hour." they thought with confidence, and then they could get rich rewards and add a bunch of beautiful numbers to the bank account. Finally, they said: "when the court session is held, we have to give him some color to see. Instead, we hope that the new prosecutor can resist more. There is no suspense in the defense. It's really not exciting." The Longmai people concentrated their minds, and ten fingers projected lines that could not be recognized by the naked eye, like puppets, so that the old Baron's body could walk and speak with his mind. "Puppeteer" is his nickname in the underground world. In many fraud cases, his ability plays a crucial role. At the same time, he is also a close friend of Igo Andres. Igo has been courting Lancaster's big and small sisters, but the results are cold reactions. "I don't know, that boy is her old lover." the gangster complained more than once, "although our hero is leienshiman, it's not a good thing to offend his daughter, who he most values." I hope that this success can make the relationship better. The old Baron's body had a slight odor, and his internal organs began to rot, so he had to use perfume full of choking nose. Many contemporary doctors have put forward that sanitation and bathing are not harmful to the body. But some old people still abide by the old tradition, and only take three baths in their life: birth, new marriage and death. Even if they have to, they will only bathe under the advice of doctors, and regard it as a prescription drug for treatment. "Those old people like rotten corpses." the young man covered his nose and complained. "Bathing is a degenerate behavior, which will let the energy drain from the pores." the old-fashioned old man is not used to the popularity of morning bath and evening bath. So using strong perfume to cover up the dirty smell doesn't make others suspicious. The Puppeteer helped the old Baron. The closer he was, the stronger he was. "With my free will, I declare Paris Dalmak as my legal heir." immediately, he is going to dominate the body and announce it to the public. The final judgment began with a loud and clear bell. Fulan, who appeared on the bench, surprised Hiber a little. "Carl Tiven? This scumbag cheated me and voted for the Royal side." Viscount glared at Fulan, "if it's in the second trial, I'm afraid you'll tell the secret, but now, even if Saint Mutu is reincarnated, it can't change the situation." Peggy immediately got a report from her subordinates. Out of avoiding suspicion, she didn't go to the hall to audit in a fair way, and someone could tell her what happened in the court at any time. At the moment, she was biting her lips and thinking about what was going on. "No one would be stupid enough to take over the case at this time to affect his career, unless he is confident to help the royal family win the lawsuit?" Peggy smiled, "if you really have this ability, then I want you more." At least in the eyes of the first lady, excellent wisdom is more important than ten gold veins. At the beginning, the situation was very bad for Fulan. As soon as the old Baron went to court, he declared that matida was his blood relative and had the legal right of inheritance. "Prosecutor, I think it's time to end." the judge suggested. But a small detail attracted Fulan's attention. The real Paris once said that even her mother did not know whether the child was the flesh and blood of the old Baron. I believe that the old Baron, to a certain extent, drove the mother and daughter away for this reason. That's the previous saying that "I really don't like this child, but the family business is not handed down to their own descendants. Is it confiscated into the Treasury?" there's no position to speak of. Don't hesitate to give the legacy to people who are only 50% likely to be their own descendants? Don't say that this is a miser who is stingy to his own son. Even ordinary people would not do it so rashly. Fran thought about two possibilities: being threatened by his nephew, or his mental abnormality. Baitoutai also thought of the former, but it was denied. Let's start from the perspective of mental abnormality. Longmai is still strange to Fulan. So he didn't expect that the old Baron was a corpse. "Sir, according to the provisions of the law, it is necessary to prove whether the parties have the conditions to give evidence. We all know that the old Baron has just recovered from a serious illness, and it is inevitable..." "We have four doctor's certificates, including Thorpe, the most famous surgeon in St Paul, who has operated on several officials. Does the prosecutor want to deny Mr. Thorpe's professional knowledge?" the lawyer immediately protested. "No, I also respect Mr. Thorpe's professional integrity, but I suspect that the old Baron's brain is affected by his illness and he will make himself regret in the future." "Brain? It's a field given by the gods. What method do you have to verify it?" the judge doubted. And the Puppeteer manipulated the old Baron and shouted hoarsely, "how could you say that I am a mental patient? I will certainly appeal to the noble court, but there was a prosecutor who insulted the party in the court!" "You see, although he's angry, he doesn't show any expression on his face." Fulan said, "rheumatism can lead to facial paralysis, and it can also affect the brain. Any doctor will agree with me." In the past, the illness of grandma wildcat made Fulan study rheumatism. In the medical community, there are hundreds of medical records, which can support his views. "You're not a doctor, and what you say won't get legal support." the lawyer countered. "Oh, the prosecutor has the right to raise any questions, and the lawyer has to answer them. We can temporarily suspend the court, and wait for the emperor's doctor to do the examination." Fulan suggested that what he is most lacking now is time, "either, let's wait a few days; or, let me do a small test now." The Puppeteer nodded to Hebrew apologetically. He couldn't make a dead man express his emotions. Delaying tactics? Damn it, in a few days, my uncle's body will rot. Viscount of Hebrew indicated that the lawyer should not be cheated and agreed to accept the test. A small prosecutor who is not a professional doctor can't play much tricks in this aspect. Today, this lawsuit must be closed. The prosecution lacks time to reorganize the case, and the Hebrew Viscount and Lancaster also do not have a way to keep the body longer in the early summer when the temperature is getting higher and higher. The judge said to Fulan, "you are not a doctor. Unless the result can convince everyone, it will not be able to be used as evidence in court." "No problem, I said, little test." Fulan thanked the judge and went to the old Baron. He stood, looking down at the aging old man. The inexplicable feeling suddenly reappeared. The heart was squeezed hard, and it seemed that someone at the side of the ear was beating the big clock of the bell tower, sending out a buzzing cry. The energy of the sacred things flows in the body without control, looking for the outlet. Fulan took a strange breath, stabilized his mind and began to ask questions.