Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 88 Officials
Deliberately leaving some traces in the sewer, Lewis returned to the detective agency, waiting for the police to visit.

The devil is a very vengeful creature. He caused damage to that devil dog today. If the other party is not dealt with in time, the other party may come to him for revenge.

If you want to get rid of the Devil Dog, the best way is to disclose the news of the Devil Dog to the official, and with the power of the official, there will be a result soon.

Back in the attic, Lewis didn't dare to keep the pitch-black bell by his side. He used the sacrificial ceremony to hand it over to Klein, and let it be temporarily stored above the gray mist, so as to prevent some official superhumans from tracing it. .

When he needs to use this item, he can pray to Klein again, as if it was transferred from one of Mr. "Fate"'s favored ones to another favored one.

"The benefits of having more dependents are reflected here." Lewis smiled lightly and fell asleep.

……

In the morning, at dawn, Lewis heard the door of the detective agency knocked. He yawned, got up and went downstairs to open the door.

Standing in front of the gate was a policeman and an inspector. The inspector was a gentleman with gray-blue eyes with the logo of "crossed swords, surrounded by a crown" embroidered on his chest.

The policeman in front of him was much ruder, with a beer belly, scarred face, and yellow teeth.

"Hey, did you kill a lady last night and dump her body in the sewer?" the scar-faced policeman asked rudely.

Lewis took a step back pretending to be scared, then pretended to be flustered, and argued:

"No, Mr. Police, I just fell into the sewer unluckily last night, and then met a black dog with internal organs remaining at the corner of the black dog's mouth, making a scalp-numbing chewing sound.

I was so frightened that I ran away and shouted, begging someone to save me.

Fortunately, the black dog didn't follow, I fell down a few times and struggled to get out of the sewer. "

"You're lying!" the rude policeman stared at Lewis viciously, questioning without any reason.

"Okay, okay." On the side, the supervisor smiled and smoothed things over, saying: "Whether he is lying or not, everything will be decided by our experts."

After finishing speaking, the inspector turned to Lewis and asked, "I want you to see our experts. If what you said is true, you will be released soon. Of course, if you told lies, welcome Yours will be hell."

"No problem." Lewis pretended to be relieved, and he saw a carriage with the logo of "Two swords crossed, surrounded by crowns" parked beside the road.

Since it was early in the morning, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the empty streets. It seemed that he could leave Hilton District and Backlund as long as he ran out from here.

"It's an old-fashioned way to trick me into making mistakes." Lewis smiled secretly in his heart, and he got into the carriage to face the coming expert.

In fact, Lewis knew that the experts were already in front of him, and this young inspector should be a Sequence Seven "Nightmare".

As early as when he first opened the door, he was pulled into a dream, and everything that happened in the dream was just a test of himself.

The carriage walked slowly into the smog, and the boundless shadows put a heavy pressure on people's hearts, as if everything implied that Lewis would encounter a bad ending.

"Mr. Detective, let me ask again, is what you just said true?" The inspector in the carriage held the church ceremony in his hand and asked in a cold voice.

"I can guarantee that everything I said is true." Lewis quickly agreed.

Sometimes, truth does not mean that there is no concealment, just like what he said, every sentence is true, but a lot of important information is hidden.

"Very good." The inspector smiled slightly, and the scene in front of Lewis changed suddenly. He opened his eyes in the detective agency and was about to open the door.

Knowing that he passed the review, Lewis pretended to be puzzled and opened the door of the detective agency, looking around for someone.

After spreading his hands, Lewis returned to the room, boiled hot water according to the normal procedure, made a cup of coffee and drank it.

He didn't immediately hold a ceremony to return the bell. Although the previous investigation passed, it didn't mean that the officials had no doubts about him.

Recalling what happened last night, Lewis couldn't help rubbing the corners of his eyes.

"The matter of picking up money should be moderate. If you overdraw too much luck in this kind of thing, you will easily encounter bad luck.

Last night's bad luck even brought me to the crime scene of that demon dog, and I almost got into a fight with him.

'Lucky' is the favored one, but I shouldn't use favored too much. "

Huo, Lewis felt the signs of the potion being digested, which shows that the summary is effective and meets the needs of the acting method.

……

In the alley not far from the detective office, a man and a woman came out of the alley. The two found a carriage by the roadside and bought a copy of "Becklund Morning News".

Looking carefully, the male gentleman is exactly the inspector who appeared in Lewis' dream, but at this moment, the inspector is not wearing a uniform, but a windbreaker and top hat, and his gray-blue eyes are sharply looking into the distance.

"Are you sure? The detective's status?" The lady lit a cigarette, raised her legs gracefully, and gently exhaled the smoke.

"He has no problem. In dreams, everyone will show their truest side." The man looked at the newspaper and replied lightly.

"Seeing the scene of the devil's crime, he is really lucky to be able to leave alive." The lady crossed her legs and said, "We never thought that the murderer of the serial murder case was not a human, but a devil dog .”

"This may have something to do with his approach. When he met the devil, he didn't think about running away or fighting recklessly, but called for help immediately.

Perhaps it was his cry for help that scared away the demon and bought himself time to escape.

Mr. Detective, he chose the best solution, which is very rare for ordinary people. "

The gentleman folded the newspaper into a neat square and put it in his pocket. He rubbed his forehead.

Thanks to a lucky detective, they discover that the killer of the serial killer is a demon dog, which is very helpful for the next step in the case.

(End of this chapter)