Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 24 More Professional Than the Opposite Detective
Seeing Mr. Bernie's unimportant figure leave the open door, Lewis thought for a while, and he re-wrote the words on the shop transfer sign left by Mrs. Karma, and then closed the door.

A wooden sign hangs on the door of the detective agency, with the words "more professional than the opposite detective" written on it.

At noon, Lewis had a thought. He activated his spiritual vision and saw the four-foot-tall bone courier crawling out from under the floor. It bent down humanely and handed the letter to Lewis.

"Such a good attitude today? This is totally not the demeanor you should have yesterday." Lewis secretly complained about the courier, and he remembered that Mr. Azik's courier seemed to be more than one, but a group.

Obviously, today's one is not the same as yesterday's one.

"I hope you will deliver the letter next time." Lewis took Mr. Azik's letter and sincerely thanked the messenger.

The Bone Messenger turned around, turned into a fountain of illusory bones, and fell into the floor.

After opening the letter, Lewis saw Mr. Azik's handwriting.

"Thank you very much for your letter, your paintings are so good that I even doubted that you were a professional painter.

But I'm sorry, I'm just an associate professor of history, I don't know how to appreciate it, so I had to hang the painting in the office. "

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment. He didn't intend to send the painting, but the bone courier with bad personality forcibly took it away.

"It seems that Mr. Ards hasn't received my letter yet, and the postman's speed is still too slow."

After thinking about it, Lewis decided to write a new letter to Mr. Ards.After all, helping Mr. Ards to retrieve his memory is also to help himself.

Having prepared the letter paper and envelope, Lewis took out the silver pen and started writing...

Suddenly, he was inspired, put away the letter and silver pen, and looked at today's news reports pretending to be deep.

A woman wearing a beret opened the door and came in. She looked at Lewis with an anxious look on her face.

Lewis hurriedly put away the pen and paper, looked at the young woman with long blond hair, and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, do you need help?"

"Mr. Lewis, I've lost my cat. It's a stupid cat with short blue fur that never catches mice."

So, the cat you're talking about is Tom? ...Lewis raised the corner of his mouth, thinking of the blue cat.

However, he didn't intend to accept this business. The first task since his detective career was actually to find a cat, which would damage the image of a famous detective.

"Sorry, I don't think I'm good at it." Lewis put down the newspaper and refused coldly.

"The cat's name is John. If you can find it for me, I'm willing to pay you five pounds." The blond lady ignored Lewis' refusal. Five one-pound notes came out and handed to Lewis.

"Sir, what did you want to say just now? You are not good at it?" The blond lady only noticed what Lewis said just now, and added.

"I mean, I'm not good at failure." Lewis took only four pounds, pushed the other back, and said, "I need information about that cat, preferably with its hair or used Items, a detective can judge a cat's habits through these things, and even speculate on a cat's hobbies."

"You are really a rigorous detective. A real detective should have your professionalism." The lady took back a pound, and she gave Lewis the bell that was worn by her pet cat.

"Come before the sun sets, and I will find your pet 'John' soon." Lewis took off his top hat and winked at the lady.

Of course, if he hadn't found it in the evening, it meant that it would be difficult for him to find the cat in the future.

"Looking forward to your news." The blond lady came out of the Lewis Detective Agency. She hoped that Lewis was really more professional than the detective opposite.

After all, Detective Bernie on the opposite side has been looking for 'John' for a week and charged her eight pounds for the commission, which is not good news.

Lewis used a pen to write the divination statement 'John Cat's location' on the note. His spirituality gradually emptied, holding the bell in one hand and the note in the other, and then fell asleep.

Through the pure white in front of you, you can see a chaotic neighborhood.

At the entrance of the block, Lewis could see vendors selling pan-fried fish and ginger beer, wearing dirty clothes and shouting at the top of their voices to make them louder.Suddenly, a blue cat passed behind the vendor, and it stole a small dried fish.

As soon as the scene turned, Lewis saw the location of a single apartment. This apartment had dilapidated wooden stairs and handrails. It seemed that as long as he walked up, there was a risk of stepping on the ground.

The screen turned again, and Lewis saw a dim room with only a little sunlight shining in.

There was a ragged little girl in the room, a lady with a black scar on the corner of her right eye who was washing piles of dirty laundry, and another person in the small room, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and lifeless The man, whose right foot appears to be broken, is tied with a dirty rag, and flies are flying around the rag.

Under the bunk bed where the man was lying, a blue cat was tied there. It crawled quietly in the shadows, making threatening calls.

Lewis woke up from his sleep and knew that the John Cat incident did not involve supernatural factors. Next, he only needed to use the divination method to find the approximate location, and then search for it according to the characteristics of the dream.

"Wait, I still have to send a letter to Mr. Azik, which is very important." Just after changing into his suit, Lewis rubbed his forehead. His memory is getting worse and worse recently, and he always feels that something is wrong.

Lewis continued to take out the pen. He finished the letter and told Azik about the town of Durham, hoping to take Mr. Azik there.

The brass whistle blew, and a bone courier came out from under the floor. The courier, about four meters high, looked down at Lewis, and it didn't catch the letter until Lewis threw it out.

As the Bone Messenger disappeared into an illusory fountain and waterfall, Lewis frowned. For a moment, he really wanted to block the knife with the Bone Messenger just now. This is the revenge a traveler deserves.

Without wasting too much time, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, and then proceeded all the way according to the divination method, and traced it to the lower street of Iron Cross Street.

At the entrance of the street, there are vendors selling pan-fried fish and ginger beer, and they shout the slogan in Lewis' dream.

(End of this chapter)