The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"What trial? You're just abusing your power!"

At this moment, Ghosn was almost rambling on, spouting every possible rebuttal he could think of. He had a strong, undeniable premonition that this woman could kill him with ease.

Unexpectedly, his quick-thinking questions actually made Tames stop in her tracks.

She nodded slightly, as if acknowledging the other person's statement.

"You're right."

Tames seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at the bronze statue of Themis behind her.

“Father Gorn, although your misdeeds are disgusting, you are still a priest who serves God.”

"...You should know why Themis's eyes are veiled. It is a measure she takes to prevent herself from focusing on the appearance and status of those being judged."

"He hopes that his judgments will be based solely on facts, unaffected by other factors."

"There is a proverb in modern law that says, 'Procedure is the blindfold of the law.' Maintaining procedural justice is also a measure to prevent interference with and distortion of the adjudication process."

As she explained, her tone seemed to revert to its previous state. The ethereal, oppressive quality from before was gone.

"But modern law itself is a system designed to maintain rule and order; it is outdated, full of loopholes, and easily distorted by power and money. As we have all seen, 'procedure' can actually help you escape trial."

At this point, Tames' tone turned cold again.

“What I have done is to cleanse you, these vermin, of your ‘errors,’ and to reclaim the most fundamental justice of the original law.”

"wait wait wait!"

As the lawyer approached him again, Ghosn felt a sudden weakness in his legs. He could barely walk to begin with, and now he couldn't move an inch.

“I have already secretly compensated the families of those children, and I have also been praying and repenting…”

Tames narrowed her eyes slightly upon hearing this, making no attempt to hide her disgust.

“I used to think that some people would change after facing death and pain, to the point of being redeemed.”

"But I later discovered that 'redemption' itself was just self-deception and self-pity. How can someone like you change? Only death is the only sentence that suits you."

"Letting thugs live is the greatest injustice to the dead. If you really want to repent, then go to hell first..."

As she spoke, she had already approached Ghosn. Silently and lightly, she raised her hand and placed it on his forehead.

The next moment, the obese priest's body began to contort violently. His screams and whimpers were swallowed back in his throat as his entire body rapidly "melted."

Tens of seconds later, Ghosn had been reduced to a pool of fleshy, mushy pulp. Blood and dissolved fat seeped continuously from beneath his soft, limp skin.

This is the "Bio-Alchemy" program [Dissolving Bone and Blood].

At that time, Fran's research on bio-alchemy was not as in-depth as it is now, so she only tentatively inscribed a simplified version on Tames.

After completing all this, Tames took out a thick stack of paper documents from her briefcase, including testimonies from former victims and files that should have been sealed away.

"By the way, here is the 'evidence' you wanted."

Tames' actions caused Davis, who was standing to the side, to widen his eyes slightly. Although his expression remained calm, he could no longer hide the shock in his heart.

She actually killed Father Ghosn, and with just a touch? How...how did she do that?

Although Davis had spent years wandering the gray areas of occultism and had witnessed unspeakable mysteries in the underwater ruins of Winlanta and in the earlier remote fishing villages, most of those things were twisted and obscure "monsters".

Tames, on the other hand, is a living, breathing human being.

For a human to try to wield those powers is most likely to turn them into a fanatical madman, or like the leaders of those cults... Although they wear human skin, their essence has been completely corrupted, no different from monsters.

Ms. Tames appears to be still of sound mind, but it's unclear what price she paid for it.

Fran was not surprised by this; his amber eyes remained in a languid, sleepy state.

Although Fran had just spent a considerable amount of time trying to save Ghosn, that didn't conflict with his wish for Ghosn's death. The reason he specifically brought him to Tames' room was precisely to see how his "disciple" would handle the situation.

Tames gave him a clean and swift death, which satisfied Fran to some extent.

At least to some extent, she had broken free from the influence of the Jigsaw concept, and stopped pondering those strange punishments and instruments...

Now that Tames has begun to learn the mystical knowledge of bio-alchemy, if she has enough wild ideas and is obsessed enough, she is fully capable of creating things like a "rebirth pool" or a "Snow Kirby".

Oh, it's okay if you don't understand these two terms; there's no need to delve into them...

After concluding the ruling, Tames approached Fran and returned the medical bone hammer that he had just lent her to use as a gavel.

Fran then casually inquired about the details from her.

"Tames, did you deliberately invite Ghosn here?"

[Deciphering Thoughts] is merely a psychological trick; it cannot read memories, nor can it reveal a person's true thoughts at the time. At most, it can speculate on possible thoughts or whether someone is lying.

Tames presented a very comprehensive collection of evidence and cases, and she listed them with remarkable skill, as if she knew them by heart.

It's not hard to deduce that she had been preparing for Ghosn's trial for a long time. It was by no means a spur-of-the-moment decision.

"Yes."

Tames readily admitted it.

“Gorn has a close relationship with the bishop of the Diocese of Gulins, which is difficult to handle through normal legal procedures. But I happen to be a legal advisor at the Hanover residence, so I can use some means to get Count Ferdinand to send him an invitation.”

When she was with Fran, she didn't need to hide or pretend anything; she could answer his questions to the best of her knowledge.

Even if he remains silent, this "teacher" will find the answer on his own.

"Professor Fran, are you going to treat Count Ferdinand's 'illness' now?"

Seeing that Fran seemed no longer interested in the verdict, Tames then asked her about her next move. This was also a way of probing her true intentions.

"Although I will have to go and see him sooner or later, there are still some conditions that are lacking."

Fran raised an eyebrow slightly, then raised his hand to rub his eyes.

I am a bit sleepy, but it's clearly not even 3 a.m. Is this what a child's healthy biological clock is like? I really miss it…

“I need to know the ‘poems’ in Krull’s room, and what happened in this mansion.”

"I do know a little about the old stories of the Hanover residence."

As a lawyer and a nighttime adjudicator, Tames is passionate about uncovering secrets and the stories behind them.

She had this in mind when she accepted the offer from the Hanoverian mansion.

"However, those were mostly scattered rumors circulating among the servants, containing many serious exaggerations and errors. Besides, I haven't been here long, so my knowledge is limited..."

As the group left the room, she began to recount the old stories of the mansion.

……

As a nobleman with the title of count, Ferdinand Hanover's early life was glorious and illustrious. He achieved great merit and amassed a vast fortune.

At the same time, Ferdinand was not a person of extravagance. Apart from maintaining the necessary dignity of the nobility, he did not spend much money. Moreover, he and his wife were very loving and did not have the bad habits common among playboys and high-ranking officials.

His life was peaceful and serene. A few years later, on a sunny afternoon, their daughter was born.

She was a well-behaved and adorable child, enjoying the almost impeccable love of both parents. Ferdinand didn't see anything wrong with a female heir; confident and spirited, he believed his daughter would become an excellent countess.

That was a warm and loving period that lasted for more than a decade. Their life seemed to represent the ultimate point of "happiness" that most people could imagine.

Until the Countess died in the cruel plague that swept through the winter…liu…玖√一〓□」叁±＃6·

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After the group left Tames' room, the "corruption" formed by the silt slowly emerged from the shadows.

It observes the outside world in only two ways: one is by "following sounds," and the other is by sensing "filth." The former is used to distinguish prey, while the latter is used to identify monsters that share its origin.

It should have followed the footsteps of the group into the corridor, but instead it was slowly wandering around the courtroom.

"Ho..."

Although Father Ghosn was completely dead on a physiological level, his partially dissolved body still maintained a certain degree of biological activity, occasionally emitting sounds of gas swelling and blood gushing out.

The decaying creature followed the sounds to his corpse, its bloated body pressing down on it, and then greedily swallowing his remains.

Ghosn's eyeballs had dissolved and most of his organs had turned into mud, serving only as pure nourishment for the monster... but his nose, along with the entire triangular nasal cavity, still managed to retain its shape.

Corruption tore off his nose and then gleefully put it on himself.

Almost the instant it completed the action, it gained a completely new sense.

"Sense of smell".

Although it lacks lungs and a trachea, it can still identify surrounding scents with this newly removed nose. It searches for unique aromas beyond the degradation of foul odors…

Each of Count Ferdinand's daughter's shoes was adorned with a meticulously sewn silk jasmine flower. To make the two little flowers even more lifelike, the Countess carefully sprayed them with jasmine-scented perfume.

That smell is so irresistible, so addictive, that it haunts one's dreams.

这份超乎想象的狂热与悸动，就连它自己都不搜◆索>‖ｑ群§∴：2940｜4$3♂#5≡∵6♂4知从何而来……

At this moment, it finally smelled that familiar scent that had cleansed its soul once again.

Moreover, the aura was very fresh, as if the other party had only left recently. However, since the person holding the flower had traveled through various places beforehand, the traces of the aura were almost everywhere, making it difficult to trace.

But in any case, corruption has plundered a new way of observing things from Ghosn.

If it were to discover us face-to-face at this moment, we would not be able to prevent an attack simply by remaining "still" as we did with Davis before.

Keep searching, keep looking...

The corrupt, chaotic, and vague thoughts flowed slowly, its movements still sluggish and clumsy. But after this meal, a spark of inspiration seemed to begin to sprout.

Along with this erupted an increasingly turbulent and intense malice.

I will find you, little princess. I will find you, Hanover's most dazzling jewel.

I will trample your head, tear your clothes, and devour your flesh... so that you can never escape this cage, and I will forever... possess you.

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I wasn't feeling well the day before yesterday, so I took a short break. Today I'm back to cooking.

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Commandment to Bind the Dead [Ghost Mansion]

Now, all the guest rooms at Hanover have been explored, but the short poem resembling "The Haunted House" is still missing Krull's.

Fran had already carefully observed the decor and interior of that kitchen when he visited, but found nothing of any written record. Either the short poem was hidden somewhere in a cabinet or something, or... it was on Krull.

This conjecture is not unfounded; it is based on facts.

After all, the poem in Davis's room appeared in the form of bloodstains after Professor Toussaint's nightmare dissipated.

Finding Krull's current location will require some effort.

After all, both of his legs were severely injured, and Fran had lured him deep into the mansion; no one knew where he was right now…

But the dollhouse in Fran's room could also serve as a "surveillance system" to monitor the entire mansion, accurately pinpointing the location of everyone...

Therefore, finding Krull is not difficult, it just requires an extra trip.

"Near the priest's room? It seems Mr. Krull isn't very fast; after chasing for so long, this is all the progress he's made."

Back in his bedroom, Fran looked at the Krull figurine in the mansion model that lingered in the priest's room, slightly pursed his lips, and then let out a sigh.

Upon hearing this, Davis's expression became somewhat subtle.

Before the two entered the kitchen, Krull still had a good leg. His current state was all thanks to Fran, and the doctor seemed completely oblivious to being the culprit…

Tames also began to observe this rather large dollhouse and quickly grasped its general operating rules.

"Can this model reflect the status of the mansion in real time? Hmm... it certainly has great strategic significance."

"But why are Krull's clay figurines so damaged?"

She examined Krull's terracotta statue closely and discovered that it was covered in crisscrossing cuts from sharp weapons. Both legs were nothing but bare bones with bits of muscle clinging to them, and one arm had been severed at the elbow.

"Was it... done by this 'knight'?"

In the corridor outside the room, there stands a tall, imposing terracotta figure of an ancient knight. He holds a long-handled halberd and appears to be surveying his surroundings.

"Yes."

Fran nodded slightly, agreeing with Tames' idea.

Davis also noticed this knight, Tao Qi, and he had seen these three in the mansion model 4 earlier than in the Ta Meis 2.

At the time, he was very puzzled. Even in full armor, a human should have been unable to withstand that terrifying, corrupt monster. But after witnessing the lawyer kill Father Ghosn with just a "touch"... everything seemed less unacceptable.

Noticing Davis's expression, Fran immediately gave him a word of advice.