Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 78 Of course
As the banquet guests arrived one by one, Miss Windsor's house became lively.

Peg found Miss Windsor. He brought two glasses of red wine, handed one of them to the other party, and praised: "Miss Windsor, you are the most dazzling pearl in this dinner."

"Mr. Peg, you are still such an elegant and funny gentleman." Windsor covered her mouth with a chuckle, and she gently took the wine glass with the palm of her tulle glove.

The goblet used for the banquet set off the bright red wine. She brought the wine glass to her lips and drank it slowly.

Lewis was playing "Fight Evil" with Mrs. Gahera and the others. As an extraordinary person with the path of destiny, this kind of card game is naturally his specialty.

It's just that, as a guest who came to enjoy the dinner, Lewis didn't focus on winning money. He was always releasing water to keep himself in a state of neither losing nor winning.

From time to time, Lewis would also pay attention to Miss Windsor's movements. This beautiful lady seemed to be very good at interpersonal communication. She could always manage with ease among several male suitors, keeping a close distance.

"Miss Windsor is also very popular on Oort Street. Of course, this must be inseparable from her seductive temperament." Lewis also admired Miss Windsor's beauty, but he didn't dare to get too close.

A woman whose spiritual vision cannot observe and is easy to arouse desire often means danger.

The source of this danger may be Miss Windsor herself, or it may be an external force.

In short, Miss Windsor was by no means so harmless as she seemed.

"A pair of 6s." Just after the cards were played, Lewis felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a cold and terrifying feeling invaded his whole body.

"Something evil touched my inspiration. How could it be such a coincidence?" Lewis looked at Miss Windsor, who showed a gentle and polite smile, as if responding to his gaze.

"Sorry, I just suddenly wanted to go outside for some fresh air."

After making an excuse, Lewis put down the cards and left the room. He followed the inspiration all the way to the back of the house.

There was only an empty well behind the house, and beside the well lay the dead body of a wild dog. Looking closer, the internal organs of the wild dog had completely disappeared.

Lewis felt the temperature of the corpse with his palm, and there was still a little warmth, which indicated that he had just died.

"Mr. Lewis, what happened?"

Suddenly, Miss Windsor's voice came from behind, Lewis' pupils shrank slightly, his muscles tensed up, and he subconsciously wanted to touch the gun bag.

He is obviously a Sequence Seven with excellent inspiration, but he didn't realize that someone was standing behind him, this is completely abnormal.

"A stray dog ​​died. I think it may have been done by some criminals who abused animals. Maybe we should call the police." Turning around, Lewis smiled and looked at Windsor, as if nothing happened.

The death of this animal reminded him of the scum of the "Blood Worship Cult". Once extraordinary power was involved, it often meant danger. He didn't want to participate in these dangerous things at all.

"Call the police?" Miss Windsor stepped forward. When she saw the miserable state of the stray dog, she suddenly squatted down and vomited it out.

"Hey, hello? Do you want to pretend to be so exaggerated?" Lewis twitched his lips. Although he was suspicious, he still supported Miss Windsor like a gentleman.

"I always feel uncomfortable when I see this kind of scene for the first time. Leave this matter to me, and Miss Windsor can just go back and rest."

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis, you are a real gentleman." Windsor took the handkerchief from Lewis and carefully wiped away the remaining vomit from the corners of his mouth.

Lewis supported Windsor to rest on the second floor. Windsor sat on the sofa and thanked Lewis:

"Mr. Lewis, it feels safe to be with you, as if you have an irresistible charm for women."

Lewis smiled lightly. He felt that there were only two points of his irresistible charm, that is, strong and long-lasting.

On these two points, he is qualified for the promotion ceremony of the Witch of Pain, provided he does not take any stimulant drugs.

"Mr. Lewis, what happened to Miss Windsor?" Peg, who went downstairs and earned 4 pounds 10 soli a week, found Lewis and asked.

"A stray dog ​​died outside, and the death was very disgusting. Miss Windsor happened to see this scene." Lewis explained.

"Just a stray dog ​​can make Miss Windsor care so much. She is really a beautiful and kind lady, and she will definitely be a good wife in the future." Pegg looked longingly at the room where Miss Windsor was on the second floor, with dissatisfaction in her eyes. Covered appreciation.

"Of course!" Lewis smiled. He suspected that Windsor might be a member of Blood Worship Cult, but suffered from no evidence.

However, he himself does not want to participate in such extraordinary events, and silently planning the Sealed Artifact 0-08 is what he needs to do.

"I think I have to deal with this matter, please allow me to leave first." Lewis greeted the guests present, and then fled here.

Finding a police station nearby, Lewis dropped a note in, explaining what had happened to him.

Of course, Lewis knew that the police would often not deal with the death of such animals. Backlund's police force was limited, and they couldn't finish dealing with human matters, let alone animals.

"Perhaps I should notify the official transcendent, but the official transcendent may not necessarily take over this matter, and it will put me at risk of exposure."

Returning to the detective agency early, Lewis turned on the gas lamp, and under the faint light, he took the pendant in his hand.

"The death of the wild dog is connected with Miss Windsor."

Lewis' spirituality gradually became ethereal, and he saw the pendant turning chaotically, mixing clockwise and counterclockwise.

"My divination has been disturbed. Is it because of the wild dogs or Miss Windsor?" Lewis was not surprised. He silently put away the pendant and warned himself not to get involved with these things.

I hope that the matter of worshiping the Blood Cult is over, and the high-sequence powerhouse who hid behind the scenes and destroyed the spirit body of the "serial killer" did not focus on him.

Barely suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Lewis counted the time. Now Klein has been promoted to the clown, which means that the death date of Dunn Smith is approaching.

The day of Dunn Smith's death will also be the time when Ince Zangwill gets the ashes of the saint and sets out to become a demigod.

After that, Ince Zangwill will also come to Backlund to seek protection.

"If I want to find Ince Zangwill in advance, I have to pray for help from a higher level of power, but it seems that there is no need for the goddess."

Thinking of this, Lewis thought of Mr. Azik. In Backlund, he seemed to be the only one who could help.

(End of this chapter)