Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 1 Violation

pain!

Piercing pain!
There seemed to be something whispering in the ear, and the whole body seemed to be being eaten by ants.

Li Yingjie opened his eyes, and the crimson veil shone through the glass window on the ink bottle with an angel pattern. Next to the ink bottle was a silver pen with intricate patterns.

"Where is this place?" Li Yingjie looked at the crimson moon in the sky and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

A lot of information suddenly poured into his head, which was not his memory, another person's life.

"Damn it? I obviously just fell asleep during the experiment, how did I time travel?" Li Yingjie patted himself on the head, cursing "boss" in his heart.

He probably understood the reason for time travel. Thirty hours of continuous experiments caused him to die suddenly, and he woke up to this kind of place only now.Blame the damn "boss" for squeezing him with graduation.

Damn it, if he had the chance to return to the original world, he would definitely not work hard anymore.

The memory gradually merged, fragments appeared in his mind one by one, and he gradually knew the identity of the original owner.

The original owner was a descendant of the Abraham family. His father died unexpectedly in his early years, and his mother gradually lost control after becoming a Extraordinary. Before losing control, he entrusted him to a businessman.

Later, by chance, the original owner became an Extraordinary in the Path of Destiny, wandering on the verge of losing control ever since.

In other words, this is a mysterious world. Li Yingjie raised his head and glanced at the sky, gathering his scattered thoughts.

There are too many taboos in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, and many things cannot be thought about. Only in this way can he guarantee safety.

As he collected his thoughts, the whispers in his ears gradually disappeared, and the pain in his body seemed to have improved a lot, which was the effect of meditation.

Suddenly, a gas lamp was lit in a corner of the room, and the yellowish light dispelled the darkness. Beside the fire was a woman in loose pajamas.

The light gray hair is slightly curly, and the body is slightly plump. If you want to use an idiom to describe it, it must be tolerant.

With the light of the gas lamp, Li Yingjie saw the black meridians under his skin crawling like bugs, and then slowly quieted down.

Li Yingjie knew that this was a sign that the Extraordinary was out of control, and he was already on the verge of losing control.

If he doesn't do anything, at most one or two years, he will lose control and become the target of the Nighthawks.

"Lewis, are you having nightmares again?" The woman asked Li Yingjie to lean on her shoulder, and Li Yingjie smelled the faint scent of essential oils.

"I'm in pain." Li Yingjie twisted his facial features and raised his head, entering Lewis's role-playing, although he was not really Lewis.

"Lewis, if people call you a monster, then be a real monster. I'll give you another twenty pounds, so that you can relax a bit in the brothel and be a gentleman who knows how to listen." The woman comforted.

Li Yingjie opened his mouth slightly. He suspected that he had heard wrong. His sister actually encouraged him to go to a brothel.

With such a beautiful sister, Lewis actually often went to brothels.

Isn't this Lewis too scum?Still, he liked the treatment.

"Thank you, sister." Li Yingjie made Lewis Harvey's movements according to his memory, and kissed the woman on the face.

"Rest first, don't forget to share with me what you heard tomorrow."

Turning around, the woman pinched her right eye socket habitually, and the corner of her mouth curved just right.

"Okay, dear sister." Lewis replied with a smile.

When the gas lamp went out, Lewis slowly fell asleep.For some reason, at the moment just now, he suddenly felt that this woman was very strange.

Lewis did not forget this sense of disobedience. In the mysterious world, intuition is not just intuition, but inspiration from the spirit.

What's more, Lewis himself is a transcendent, and a monster of the path of fate.

As a monster, Lewis has extremely keen intuition and hearing, and can often hear some undetectable sounds.He felt out of harmony, and probably something really went wrong.

In the morning, Lewis and his sister had breakfast together. The freshly baked bread was served with bacon, and then coated with a layer of sweet cream. The taste was not very bad.

"Lewis, try to be a real monster. Maybe this will help your condition, and it will also allow you to hear the whispers in your ears early." Mandy squeezed her right eye socket, turned and left.

Smiling Lewis watched Mandy leave. Mandy was a senior employee of a bank with a weekly salary of nine pounds, plus the inheritance left by her adoptive parents, enough for the two of them to live a good life.

When it was confirmed that Mandy had left the room, Lewis suddenly dilated his pupils, and fear filled his brain.

What Mandy said just now was implying the acting method to him?
He didn't remember that Mandy had the habit of pinching her right eye socket, and he didn't remember that Mandy was a girl who indulged her younger brother. In fact, Mandy in his memory was very serious.

Until a night of heavy rain two years ago, he became a transcendent that night, and Mandy also had some imperceptible differences from before.

As Lewis thought deeply, the whispers in his ears gradually became clearer, and the black lines under the skin seemed to come alive, and it was a sign of loss of control.

Lewis tried to gather up his scattered thoughts. Through meditation, the whispers in his ears gradually faded away, and his mind became much clearer.

Not daring to think about it, Lewis packed the tableware, put on his formal clothes, and went out to take the carriage.

"Go to the church of the Goddess of the Night." Lewis said to the carriage driver.

"Eightpence."

Lewis distressedly took out a one soli note and handed it to the driver. The purchasing power of eight pence was equivalent to three forty yuan in his previous life, and he could have a good lunch.

"Storm! No, the Goddess of the Night is here." Lewis tapped four times on his chest to outline the crimson moon. These eight pennies are all for pious belief. Of course, it would be great if the goddess reimbursed him.

(End of this chapter)