Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 250 In A Few Seconds

After Lewis returned to his residence, he began to rest. Even the Transcendent of Sequence Five is only physically stronger than ordinary people. He needs to recover his physical strength through sleep.

He didn't sleep all night last night, which made him a little tired now.

A piece of pure white appeared in front of my eyes. After passing through this piece of pure white, a scribbled picture appeared in front of my eyes:

Vagabonds in thin clothes lined up outside the door of the workhouse. Not far away, the hands of the clock tower pointed to the 9 o'clock position, and the top of the Gothic clock tower missing a corner was very familiar.

The scene changed, and in an apartment room, a scorched man drank a bottle of green potion. His spirit seemed to be a little better, and an old man with gray hair stood beside him.

A silver river meanders and flows in from the window of the room. The river flows through Lewis' feet, and white writing appears on the river:

"No. 22 Narcissus Street, East District."

"Very good, thank you for your help." Lewis nodded, and Adros came in time, which saved him from going to the gray mist for divination.

The river under his feet shook, and the original handwriting was erased, and it became "You're welcome".

The surface of the river shook again, revealing new words:
"Mr. Lewis, have you asked me if that great being is willing to let me go to his side?"

Of course I didn't ask, the current Klein doesn't have the strength to take you away... Lewis smiled lightly.

"I'm trying my best to help you fight for it, but that great being told me that now is not the time, and he needs a suitable opportunity."

"Thank you."

The twenty-five son Adros left, and the picture in front of Lewis disappeared. He had already found the residence of the secret puppet master.

After taking a light sleep for a while to recover his strength, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly:

"Shirley, come with me to the East End."

Due to the contract, the witch Shirley could not betray him, so she was definitely a good helper.

"I am willing!" A female voice came from outside the door.

Lewis stroked his face with his palm, and dense granulation began to grow on his face. With a little modification, a completely different face appeared in the mirror.

Borrowing the power of his cane to hide, Lewis quietly left the residence and took the subway all the way to Backlund East.

At this time, it was not far from noon. According to Adross' prompt, Lewis came to No. 22 Narcissus Street. This is a single small house with an area of ​​no more than 80 square meters, which is located just beside the street.

Lewis sneaked out of the house with Shirley. He heard the people in the room breathing evenly, and the sound of breathing was suddenly disordered.

"As expected of Master Puppet, he already knew that I would come, and he just discovered me."

Lewis whispered to Shirley:

"Say a number every second, count down, and if you or I don't say the right number, give the other a push."

"Dang..."

With the sound of glass shattering, Lewis had already rushed into the room. He dazzled for a moment, and quickly drew a dagger and laid it across in front of him.

The next moment, the gust of wind almost passed close to his body, cutting off the corner of his clothes, and the invisible wall in front of him made a crackling sound.

"One." Lewis hurriedly called out, and before his eyes, the place where the Puppet Master should have been had turned into a gray-haired old man.

In the state of spiritual vision, the old man cannot see the thread of fate, which means that the other party is dead and should be a secret puppet.

Sensing the danger, Lewis' body made a strange movement in mid-air, his elbows reached his feet, and he almost shrunk into a ball and fell down.

A few cards almost brushed past his body, making several cuts of different depths on his body, blood slowly oozing out.

After landing, Lewis quickly rolled forward. He immediately turned his eyes and saw the thread of fate under the gas lamp next to the door.

"two!"

Shirley's voice sounded beside Lewis, and the next moment, the old man's clothes shook, and a pitch-black rose slowed down and was blocked by an invisible airflow.

"Bah!" Lewis snapped his fingers, and handed the misfortune to the secret puppeteer.

The next moment, a feeling of stagnation came from the body, and the other party was trying to manipulate Lewis's spiritual thread, turning Lewis into a secret puppet.

Lewis looked at Shirley out of the corner of his eye. Facing the Puppet Master, he either dealt with the opponent first, or asked his teammates for help.

The sound of "three" didn't come out for a long time, Shirley temporarily gave up the doll, she jumped up after running two steps, and bumped towards Lewis.

Suddenly, a gust of wind surged in front of Shirley, and a series of sharp blades cut the dress on her body. Due to the existence of wind resistance, she fell to Lewis' feet, but did not hit Lewis.

"Mr. Lewis!" Shirley stretched out her hand towards Lewis, the invisible sharp blade cut her skin, and blood splashed everywhere. She closed her eyes tightly and let her arms move forward.

The distance of a few centimeters is obviously very close, but Shirley couldn't reach it at all. She could only watch Lewis' movements getting slower and slower.

The secret puppet master glanced at Lewis in a good mood. It only takes 10 seconds for the secret puppet's transformation to be completed, and this process is irreversible.

He took half a step forward, the abnormally smooth ground made his feet slip, and his body was unstable for a moment. Relying on his own ability, he quickly found his balance in the air.

However, this momentary loss of balance interrupted his ability to manipulate the spiritual thread, and Lewis regained his freedom.

Without any thought, Lewis subconsciously fired the bullet of the "Degenerate Revolver". After the gunshot, the Puppeteer let out a heavy breathing sound.

To deal with this kind of transcendent who is good at divination, the "Fallen Revolver" can always play a key role. The fact that bullets cannot be divined makes this kind of transcendent face it like an ordinary person.

Seeing that Master Puppet was controlled by desire and had lost his ability to think, Lewis conveniently used ordinary bullets to make up two shots.

Bang Bang!

One bullet punched a bleeding hole in the Puppet Master's skull, and another bullet pierced his throat, sending blood splattering everywhere.

"It seems that luck is not on your side."

Lewis smiled faintly and put away the revolver. The battle lasted no more than ten seconds, but in this short period of time, many accidents happened one after another.

Outside the room, the sound of disorderly footsteps sounded. The gunshot just now seemed to have attracted many people to stop. After a while, the police and the extraordinary team are probably coming.

Lewis hurriedly summoned the spirit body and sent the two corpses above the gray mist. He looked at the injured Shirley and said coldly:

"Leave immediately."

"Yes!" Xue Li's figure gradually disappeared, leaving sparse bloodstains in the direction she walked.

(End of this chapter)