Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 22 It's Stuck
Leonard was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at Klein again. He left Mr. Gao Wen's yard, confirmed that Klein hadn't followed, and asked in a low voice:

"Old man, what do you mean by your reaction just now? Is there something going on in the yard?"

"No, I just noticed an extremely annoying idiot who likes to threaten the elderly." Pallez's deep voice came, mixed with imperceptible sullenness.

"That old man can't be you, can he?" Leonard asked subconsciously, and then realized that he was thinking too much.

The parasite in his body is an angel, how could he be threatened by a fool?
However, the old man seemed to be really unhappy, as if he had been slaughtered by others.

……

Lewis, who had a bad memory, triggered the monster's natural touch. He returned home, held Azik's copper whistle in his hand, made a sealed spiritual wall, and then wrote the divination statement with a silver pen.

"In my memory, the old castle where Mr. Ards once lived."

Spirituality gradually became ethereal, and Lewis fell asleep. He saw a steeple church illuminated by the afterglow of the sun, and the bishop's prayers could be heard near the church.

Immediately afterwards, the picture changed suddenly. He saw a gloomy old castle, and inside the old castle was a portrait, and the person in the portrait was Mr. Ards.

"Goddess Church, a small town surrounded by mountains." Lewis woke up from his sleep. He noted the characteristics of the environment and used divination to draw the scene in his sleep.

With these conditions, it is not difficult to find out the exact location of the town just by asking any detective.

However, there are not many private detectives in Tingen City, and Lewis took a little effort to find a very formal-looking private detective agency in the night vanilla neighborhood.

He pushed open the door, and sitting in front of the mahogany coffee table was a middle-aged man with a mustache and a pipe, Bernie Cooper.The detective looked very experienced at first glance.

"Mr. Bernie, I want to find a place. It shouldn't be difficult for you." Lewis took out the scroll and put it in front of Bernie.

"The entrustment fee is ten pounds. In addition, you also need to pay me the printing fee and intelligence collection fee, which is estimated to be two pounds." Bernie said coldly, holding the pipe in his hand.

Lewis twitched his mouth?This detective is indeed very experienced, at least, he has a lot of experience in killing people.

"Five soli, I just want to know the location in the painting. This is in Tingen. Your importance is not irreplaceable." Lewis took out five banknotes from his pocket and slapped them on the table.

The detective's fee was indeed expensive, and considering that five soli should make the detective speak, he didn't take much.

"You are such a shrewd gentleman, I think your sincerity has touched me." Bernie stuffed the five soli banknotes into his wallet, pointed to the location on the scroll and said, "This is the Church of the Evernight Goddess in Durham, Located northwest of Tingen."

"That's the end? He doesn't need to check the information or go to the police station?"

Lewis had a feeling of being slaughtered. He put away the scroll, frowned and said with emotion: "No, you are much smarter than I thought."

Lewis returned home and wrote the letter. Since Amon's avatar left, he didn't have much money left in his hands. Whether it was a penny envelope or a quarter penny letter paper, in his opinion, it was very important. Such a waste.

"It seems that I should find a way to make money. Otherwise, I will also join the divination club? Klein only costs eight pence, but I can ask for a pound. People who really need divination will never care about the cost of a pound." Lewis couldn't help thinking.

While thinking about how to kill people, Lewis blew the copper whistle and waited for Mr. Azik's messenger.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Lewis began to wonder, the imaginary messenger from the spirit world did not appear.

"Is it because Mr. Ards hasn't recovered his strength yet? The copper whistle can't be summoned yet?"

Lewis sighed. He left the house, put a twopenny stamp on the envelope, and dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the house, hoping that the postman would come to pick it up soon.

After Lewis finished all this and returned to the room, he saw a four-meter-tall bone messenger made of bones, with black flames shining in its eye sockets.

The height of the courier has exceeded the roof of Lewis's house, so that Lewis can only see the body part of the courier.

"It got stuck?" Lewis twitched the corner of his mouth. It was the first time he knew that the courier would also be late.

The courier and the person were in a stalemate for a few seconds. The courier stretched out a paw made of white bones, as if asking Lewis for a letter.

Lewis stretched out his hand, and he had already dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the door. Now he only had a divination scroll in his hand, which contained the Goddess Church in Durham.

Suddenly, the courier stretched out his claws, took the scroll from Lewis's hand, and then collapsed into hazy white bones, disappearing from view.

"Hey! It's not that thing!" Lewis chased after him, but it was too late.

"Mr. Azik should be able to understand." Lewis sighed. Things will not go so smoothly, but the problem is not big. Mr. Azik should be able to read the letter tomorrow, and he is looking forward to Mr. Azik's reply.

After tidying up the items in the room and rummaging through the "family property", Lewis only found thirty-pound banknotes, which was not considered a considerable amount of property for him who often held occult rituals.

If he continued to eat and wait to die, he would not have enough to eat in a few days at most.

"Fortunately, the house is not rented, it is the inheritance left by the adoptive parents." Lewis suddenly felt a little lucky, at least, the situation is not so bad, and he still has some property.

It's just that he has to find a way to make money, or convert to Eternal Lieyang, pray for some money, and believe that a rich god will not be reluctant to give up a little money.

"It's better to open a detective agency. It should make a lot of money." Lewis couldn't help but think of Bernie Cooper. This detective fooled him away with only a few words for five soli. This is by no means a small fee. .

Furthermore, detective is an industry that requires the use of reason, which will benefit the role of "machine".

"A detective who knows divination, is good at accurate calculation and reasoning, and is full of talents in shooting and fighting. The price should not be too low." Lewis put on his suit and top hat, cheering for his choice.

Without further ado, Lewis went out immediately, looking for vacant shops in the Ye Vanilla block.

At this moment, the scorching sun has already shown the scene of the sunset, the dome of St. Selina Cathedral is shining golden, and the steam train in the distance emits thick smoke and dissipates in the air.

Walking and walking, Lewis saw a bakery that was not doing well opposite the Bernie Detective Agency. Through the glass window, he could see the cakes in the cupboard that were about to expire.The sign hanging in front of the bakery has words such as "shop for sale" written on it.

(End of this chapter)