Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 55 The first commission

At this time, the clothes on Maric's body were a little messy, and there was faint blue blood at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just been severely beaten.

"You didn't see anything, remember!" Maric pretended to get up from the ground very naturally, and he warned Lewis and Kaspers in a cold voice.

"Yes, I can guarantee that we didn't see anything." Caspers seemed to be very afraid of Maric, he pinched his rosacea, and agreed for Lewis.

"Don't hide it, I know you were beaten by the living corpse I raised." Lewis secretly complained to Maric. He subconsciously looked into the billiard room, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find any trace of Miss Sharron's existence. .

However, considering that Miss Sharron is a Sequence Five after all, it's normal for him to find no trace.

"I hope I'm lucky enough to find a powerful assistant." Lewis left the Bar of the Brave while thinking about the powerful Sealed Artifact.

Since the detective agency didn't open for a day, Lewis began to wonder whether his abnormal behavior today would be discovered by his neighbors. This was the side effect of the first murder.

"It doesn't matter, the detective is also very busy, just think that I received a commission today and went outside to deal with business." Lewis poured himself a cup of black tea and drank it slowly. He felt that he might really need a maid.

It doesn't have to be a maid, but an assistant can also be an assistant who can help him deal with trivial matters.

After drinking tea, Lewis went back to the second floor to rest, until the next morning, he went back to business as normal.

Boom boom boom!
The long-lost knock on the door came with the first ray of sunlight. Lewis subconsciously picked up yesterday's "Becklund Daily" and pretended to read it seriously.

"Come in." While reading the newspaper, Lewis did not forget to reply to the knock on the door.

Pushing the door open was a lady in a long black dress and a large round hat with a big brim.

"My beautiful lady, is there anything I can do to help you?" Lewis got up and made a cup of black tea for the guest, then asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm Joan Yarlin." The lady subconsciously pushed the black tea cup aside. She frowned and thought for a while, then raised her head and said nervously: "My husband hasn't been home for two days, I hope you help me find him."

Due to nervousness, the lady's lips trembled slightly, showing a slight sense of sadness.

"I don't think this is very difficult." Lewis maintained a reassuring smile. Finding someone is not difficult, especially for him, a "machine".

Even if this lady's husband is involved in extraordinary power, as long as the person involved does not have the ability to counter divination, he can find some clues.

Ms. Joan subconsciously pinched the hem of the skirt with her left hand. She swallowed quietly, and then said: "His name is Dick Yarlin, and he has a mustache. He is a bank clerk, so he usually Will wear gold-rimmed glasses."

"Dick Arling? This gentleman's surname is the same as Ms. Joan's. Is it because Ms. Joan changed her surname after she got married?"

Lewis quietly listened to the lady's narration. In fact, appearance and position were not very important. As long as he got the other party's personal items, he could see them through divination.

"Do you know where he usually goes?" Lewis asked again, although the questions were all unrelated to divination, but these questions would make him more like a professional detective.

"He is a bank clerk and usually works at Hilton Bank. Even if he goes out to eat occasionally, he is only with his colleagues." Ms. Qiong paused and added: "I heard from my neighbor that he went to the Eros Center before he disappeared. I don't know if you know what kind of place Eros Center is."

"No... I don't know." Lewis subconsciously denied, and he suddenly had the illusion of being seen by acquaintances when he was visiting some places.

Repressing the blushing expression of the old man, Lewis coughed lightly, and emphasized: "I hope you can give me some of your husband's personal items. These things can give the detective some clues."

Hearing Lewis' request, Ms. Joan's eyes on Lewis changed slightly, as if she was looking at a pervert.

"Sorry... I don't want your husband's personal items to appear at your place." Ms. Joan refused.

Lewis opened his mouth. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain his divination to ordinary people, so he didn't say it in the end.

"In short, I hope you can find him as soon as possible." Ms. Joan anxiously gave Lewis 8 pounds, and explained that this was just a deposit, and there would be rewards if she found clues about her husband.

Lewis happily accepted a deposit of eight pounds. Generally speaking, if a detective can earn five pounds a week, it means that the business is good.

"Sure enough, it was an affair. I wonder if that gentleman will be unlucky." Lewis couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his detective career, although he had long heard that nearly half of the incidents handled by private investigators were related to infidelity.

As for the other half of the incidents, most of them are looking for pets. As for the really big cases, they are usually not encountered.

Putting on a suit and a top hat, Lewis decided to put on a good show.

Since he didn't get Mr. Dick's belongings before, he couldn't use divination to find someone, and whether he could find him could only depend on luck.

Lewis took a look at the Eros Center, and asked the waiter for news about Dick Yarlin.

According to the waiter, Dick Charlin did come to the Eros Center, but he just played a few rounds of pool with his colleagues and left in a hurry.

The clues were cut off here, and Lewis was not in a hurry. He rushed back to the detective agency an hour and a half before three o'clock in the afternoon.

"Participate in the Tarot Club in the afternoon. In the evening, I will go to White Swan Street in Queens to have a look. Maybe I can really get the potion formula."

After preparing for today's itinerary, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, then went to the attic, waiting for the start of the Tarot Club.

After three o'clock, a burst of crimson burst out in front of Lewis' eyes. Through the gray mist and the almost crazy whispering, he saw the long bronze table above the gray mist.

The Fool had already sat at the top of the long bronze table, and several figures appeared after Lewis arrived, and they sat in their own seats.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mister Fate."

"And Mister Hanged Man and the sun."

Audrey raised the hem of her skirt and greeted the people above the gray mist one by one.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice." Lewis smiled faintly. He should pay [-] pounds for the favored one.

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