The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Although Fran looked no different from any other girl at this moment, even more alluring... he hadn't forgotten the way she wielded the circular saw and pulled the trigger without hesitation. It was hard to imagine that such a strange soul could be hidden beneath that seemingly youthful face.

Let's get out of here first, we'll deal with the rest later...

Arriving at the door of Tames's room, Fran's amber eyes couldn't help but gleam with a slight smile.

This is a long-awaited "reunion".

The moment Fran arrived at the Hanover mansion, he spotted Tames at one side of the banquet table and saw through her disguise. She was Themis, the surgeon who had built the Jigsaw Chamber during his house call last year.

Clearly, Tames had noticed her too. After all, she hadn't disguised herself for this house call.

Hmm... Is Tames a lawyer now? Indeed, that profession suits her better than being a doctor. But it's a bit surprising that she's still using the name Tames.

“Dr. Fran, Ms. Tames’ door is not locked.”

Davis checked the door and, after confirming it was open, looked at Fran with a puzzled expression.

Generally speaking, women staying alone in unfamiliar hotel rooms would lock the door... but this time it was the opposite of the norm.

Could it be that something similar to what happened to Krull also occurred in her room?

"She'd be more than happy to welcome visitors, so why would she turn us away?"

This time, Fran didn't let Davis open the door. She gently twisted the silver handle, opened the door, and nimbly entered Tames' room.

Inside the guest room, there was a solemn and imposing courtroom.

The long benches carved from beech wood were neatly divided into various areas, including the plaintiff's seat, the defendant's seat, the public gallery, and the jury seats... while in the very center of the courtroom stood an ancient and magnificent bronze statue.

She wore a thin robe, her eyes hidden in shadow by silk, one hand holding scales, the other gripping a sword.

The goddess Themis, representing primordial laws and the laws of nature.

The "poems" in this guest room are also inscribed on the bronze law book beneath the statue.

Human beings, with their mortal bodies and ordinary blood, have donned the veil of divinity.

Ah! My lords, behold, will the dawn of tomorrow arrive as it did in the time of the Old Master?

Will the once beautiful old order, the lush and prosperous flower gardens, become legends buried in books?

Yes. The law will no longer be a plaything in the hands of power.

That deity brought ironclad laws and bloodshed.

"Hmm~ She still likes Themis so much."

Fran gazed at the exquisitely sculpted statue, his eyes softening slightly.

Davis observed his surroundings, wary of any sudden events that might occur. He also pondered what Fran had just said.

This tone suggests that Dr. Fran knew Ms. Tames before? Hmm... that's not surprising.

After all, no one stipulated that participants couldn't have private contact, and Krull and I were no exception! ∵ We've known each other for a long time.

Thinking this, Davis's expression darkened slightly, and then he reminded Fran with some concern.

“Dr. Fran, there’s a smell of blood here…”

He was somewhat worried about Ms. Tames' safety at this moment, after all, this was her room and the last place to explore. If, like Father Ghosn, her contact with corruption hadn't been long, it would be alright; although she would be injured, at least she could be saved.

If someone were to become part of this mansion like Krull... then even Dr. Fran would likely be powerless to reverse the situation.

“Don’t worry, I know where she is. Davis, have you noticed something is missing from this courtroom?”

"Something is missing?"

Upon hearing this, Davis began to look for discord in his surroundings.

Soon, a look of realization flashed across his eyes, indicating that he had clearly arrived at the answer.

"The statue has taken the place of the judge's table."

"Yes, there is no judge's seat here."

As he spoke, Fran opened his medicine box and reached in to rummage through it.

Davis watched her gesture and narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that this doctor only ever took out medicine from the box normally, the one time she went to get him his stomach medicine; otherwise, she would take out strange things.

For example, a pistol, a circular saw, etc.

The item retrieved this time did not disappoint Davis; it was a heavy medical bone hammer. Moreover, it was even larger than the highest-specification one he had imagined, making it hard to believe that this thing was intended for human use.

"Do you need any help, Dr. Fran?"

Davis noticed that the doctor didn't seem to like physical labor, so he offered to help.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Davis. But I’ll do it myself this time… She’ll probably be unhappy if I miss.”

With that, Fran picked up the medical bone hammer in his hand and walked towards the bronze statue of Themis.

The next moment, she raised the bone hammer in her hand and struck the deity's torso. Spiderweb-like cracks immediately spread across the entire statue, as if this enormous statue were merely a thin shell.

With Fran's second strike, the entire statue shattered, revealing Tames within. 7

The lawyer held her hands outstretched in a strange manner, a balance scale resting in her grasp. On either side of the scales were two lumps of rotting, decaying flesh; one could vaguely make out… a heart and a brain.

Her body was contorted unnaturally, like a marionette. Lu

A closer look reveals several metal hooks inside the bronze statue, which pierce through the joints of its arms and suspend it.

This posture... is also like a scale made of human bodies. IV.

"Is that a heart and a brain on that scale?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Father Ghosn, who had just stepped into the room, felt a chill run through his blood.

He began to doubt whether following these two was a good choice; perhaps if he had gone alone, he would have already escaped... Jiao

"Don't worry, it's not hers."

Fran gave a faint, indifferent smile, then reached out and unhooked the grappling hooks from Tames' arms and shoulders, releasing her.

She reached out and gently stroked Tames' cheek.

"Good evening, Tames. If you're not really asleep, you don't have to keep your eyes closed, okay?"

The latter immediately opened her eyes, her expression showing no signs of the weariness or languor one would expect from someone who had just regained consciousness. She seemed to have been awake for some time, simply waiting.

“Mr. Fran, it’s nice to see you again. You look much younger than last time.”

Tames seemed unconcerned about the pain from her joints being strung together by brass chains. She slightly bent her arm in a respectful and humble bow to the girl before her.

“I don’t recall ever teaching you these formalities.”

As he spoke, Fran gently pinched Tames' cheek. Then he took out a handkerchief and began wiping the bright red blood off her clothes.

Davis, standing to the side, scratched his cheek with his index finger, his expression somewhat subtle.

If I had to describe it, the doctor's expression at that moment was like that of a kind elder... but when paired with her appearance, which looked no more than ten years old, there was an indescribable sense of strange incongruity.

Furthermore, Ms. Tames calls Dr. Fran "teacher." Does this mean they are actually teacher and student?

"Um, Dr. Fran, was Ms. Tames your student?"

Although it felt somewhat inappropriate, Davis still asked the question.

The word 'student' is not quite accurate.

The person who answered him was not Fran, but Tames, who was standing next to Fran.

Logically, she should be very weak after being trapped inside the bronze statue and suspended for a long time. But she seems to be in perfect mental condition.

"They should be 'disciples'."

Tames gave a corrective response to Davis's question.

Just then, Father Ghosn, who had been waiting on the sidelines, spoke up.

He had clearly lost his patience and could no longer tolerate the group wasting time on meaningless conversations.

"Does it really matter whether you're a student or a disciple? Why are we wasting our energy on such a question... Dr. Fran, now that you've seen all the rooms, shouldn't you be thinking about how to leave the mansion?"

Seeing the priest's unusual emotional state, Fran did not respond, but instead looked at Tames beside him with a smile in his eyes.

When the lawyer saw Ghosn, her eyes lit up with a certain light.

That was excitement, the thrill of seeing a prey.

"Hmm...Mr. Fran, you even brought a 'gift'?"

Tames walked slowly toward Ghosn, her steps steady and measured, showing no signs of her injury. Her high heels clicked rhythmically on the marble floor.

For some reason, Father Ghosn felt an unprecedented fear of this not-so-tall woman. Even when faced with the corrupting monster that had entangled him, he was still able to instinctively try to save himself.

At this moment, he felt as stiff as if his body were cast in iron, and he couldn't even muster the thought of running away.

“1024 AD, Gulins Church. Victim: Bailey Minnesota, 8 years old. Crime: Indecent assault.”

"1025 AD, Port Gulins. Victim: Finleyni Della, 6 years old. Crime: rape and murder. Her remains still float in the fjord of Gulins."

"1027 AD, Morini. Victim: Evan Cliff, 9 years old. Crime: Rape."

"lunar calendar……"

Tames's eulogy was cold and solemn, and a series of past events that had long been forgotten were brought up again.

"enough!"

Ghosn's emotions were suppressed to the limit, and he finally roared out at the moment he was on the verge of collapse.

"Enough? But your trial has only just begun. Even without a plaintiff, without a lawyer, without a juror, without law enforcement... this trial will not end."

"This is the 'original law,' which is to reclaim 'justice.'"

The tower, one approaching the seven lands, △ mortar ⊙1▲}∞∝3∩ in the middle ※ turn ← group ∥: Mei Si's eyes revealed no emotion. As if veiled, leaving only a cold, shadowy atmosphere.

“Without a doubt, Father Ghosn, you are guilty.”

"Bang!" The sound of the gavel striking the ground rang out suddenly.

Before she knew it, Fran's medical bone hammer had come into her hands.

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Ri Geng's life was peaceful and monotonous.

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Deep Abyss of Desire [The Ghost Mansion]

Following that encounter in the locked room a year ago, Professor Fran gave Tames three skills and corresponding knowledge.

Firstly, there is the field of psychology, specifically the concept of "interpreting ideas."

This skill, under the influence of spiritual guidance, can reach a level close to mind reading, but only for ordinary people. However, true mind reading is a taboo subject in occultism; this skill can only make guesses that are infinitely close to the "truth."

Secondly, there is the field of bio-alchemy.

Alchemy, an ancient discipline whose history is difficult to trace through written records, elevated Tames's existing medical knowledge to a new level, making her more efficient at both saving lives and removing them.

Thirdly... is the [spirituality] that allows mortals to ascend the hidden steps.

"Spirit" is a complex concept, born from the ethereal realm of spiritual thought, yet capable of influencing the material world in certain ways. In esoteric Buddhist systems, it manifests as doctrines and aspects, while in the Warhammer universe, it is referred to as "psychic power."

These three skills correspond to the three essential elements required of a judge who upholds the law.

That is, the "insight" to discern the truth, the "tranquility" to maintain one's own existence, and... the "violence" sufficient to carry out a judgment.

This was a whim of Fran's...or rather, an experiment.

She wanted to see if allowing such a judge, who upheld the original laws, to walk the earth would ultimately lead her astray and destroy herself... or climb all the way to the point of being able to touch the principles of the law.

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“Father Ghosn, your crimes need no further explanation.”

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Now, you must pay the price..."

Tames's pronouncement was cold and imposing, so much so that the entire courtroom seemed to echo with a faint hum.

"No, this isn't fair, you can't kill me..."

Ghosn retreated with difficulty, feeling an indescribable sense of dread.

But he didn't understand where this chilling sense of dread came from. Even though the person speaking before him was just an ordinary-looking woman, a powerful shadow loomed over him, refusing to dissipate.

“There is no judge, no jurors, and no lawyer to defend me… You don’t even have any substantial evidence!”