Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 94

After clarifying the content, Lewis put away the letter and waited for the reward to be distributed before the famous detective Isengard Stanton distributed the reward.

He didn't know how much money he would get in the end, but it certainly wouldn't be too much. After all, there were more than a dozen detectives participating in this case.

Of course, he didn't do anything in this case, he just said something he knew.

Because of this, the free-for-all bounty experience is always enjoyable.

Boom boom boom!
Hearing the knock on the door, Lewis drew an image of a butler in a tuxedo suit and white thin gloves in his mind. He picked up today's "Becklund Morning News" and read it with a frown.

"Please come in."

As Lewis' words fell, people outside the door walked in.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lewis asked with a smile on his face after making a cup of black tea for the housekeeper.

The butler glanced at the brewed black tea, and chattered: "Mr. Detective, the black tea you bought is not fresh, it should be stock from last year or the year before."

Lewis frowned. His first reaction was that the shops in the Hilton area actually sold fake products, and his second reaction was that he met a big customer.

Although the middle class like him can also hire servants or housekeepers, most of those servants or housekeepers lack professionalism, so it is difficult to be so particular about tea.

"I don't think this will affect our discussion. These teas were given by friends, and I have only ever drank this kind of tea." Lewis spread his hands and explained.

After being reminded by Lewis, the butler seemed to suddenly remember something serious. He took off his top hat, sat opposite Lewis, and said:
"I am the butler of Mr. Wilbur, a real estate businessman, and I have a task to entrust to you, Detective Lewis."

"What task?" Lewis asked with a light smile.

"This matter is to investigate Mr. Wilbur's child. She has been going out at night recently, making some bad friends, and doing some weird things.

By the way, she occasionally utters strange yells at night, scary yells. "The butler explained with a straight face.

"So, Mr. Wilbur wanted me to investigate the specific situation of this child. What happened to her, or what kind of bad friends did she make?"

Isn't this just those parents who have a strong desire for control... Lewis thought silently.

"Yes, the fee is 10 pounds, and if you find out something after the investigation, there will be a reward of 5 to 10 pounds later." The butler said.

Lewis took out a coin from his pocket, and he silently recited the divination statement:
"This thing will go well."

The coin was tossed and landed on the palm, and George III's head was smiling, which meant the answer was yes.

"Okay, but if I really find out the reason or solve this problem, the follow-up reward will be increased to 20 pounds!" Lewis reminded that those who are willing to spend 10 pounds for the truth will never mind adding another 10 pounds. pound.

The butler folded his hands on his chest, paused, and said, "I can't make a decision on this matter, maybe you can talk to Mr. Wilbur."

"Of course, please take me to meet Mr. Wilbur and that lady. If everything goes well, I will start an investigation immediately."

Lewis put away the coins, and he followed the butler in a private carriage to a suburban location in the Hilton District, a house with a pointed roof and a gray chimney.

Anthracite is burning in the fireplace made of red bricks, bringing warmth to the room. In the living room, there are precious oil paintings and antiques, as well as some wines that are used for collection and each bottle is expensive.

In the living room, Lewis saw Wilbur, a round real estate businessman, sitting on a recliner, wearing casual clothes.

"It's a luxury to burn anthracite coal in the living room! Perhaps, I can ask for more rewards."

Lewis smiled faintly. He looked at the real estate businessman, took off his hat and saluted, and said:

"I am Detective Lewis Harvey of 19 Alter Street."

"I heard that you want to increase your salary?" Wilbur looked sideways at Lewis with a gloomy expression.

"It's just to increase the reward. I think my labor is worth the price. And, if I can get these rewards, it means that your previous commissions are not in vain, doesn't it?" Lewis said neither humble nor overbearing, he has a kind of face-to-face illusion of home.

Wilbur's face became more gloomy, he thought for a while, and said in a painful tone:

"I can accept your conditions, but the deadline is within one week. Find out the abnormality of my child within one week and understand the cause of the abnormality."

"Of course!" Lewis changed the subject and asked, "Can I see her now?"

Wilbur nodded, and Lewis followed the housekeeper to the second floor and entered the room on the left.

The realtor's child was a curvaceous girl in her early twenties with beautiful fair hair.

When Lewis came in, she was playing beautiful music on the piano, like a breeze blowing across the lake, and the whole person seemed to be intoxicated.

As Lewis approached the girl, the quiet and beautiful piano sound stopped abruptly, and the girl looked at Lewis with garbage eyes, her teeth clenched tightly.

The girl is so beautiful... Lewis silently praised her.

He took off his top hat, saluted slightly, and said, "Hi, I'm Lewis Harvey, a private detective."

"No! Butler, tell Dad, I don't need any private detectives, I'm fine now, there's no problem at all."

Lewis smiled lightly. People with problems always emphasize that they are fine. From the moment he entered the room, he felt a cold feeling.

This is a sign of the appearance of resentful spirits or undead creatures. Obviously, this lady seems to have provoked something that should not be provoked.

"Miss Elena, this is not something I can decide. Please talk to Mr. Lewis." The butler left the room, and there were only two people left in the room.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in a row, and turned on his spirit vision. There were no wraiths in the room, and the color of Miss Elena's aura was normal, except that she was a little upset.

"You play the piano very well. Have you practiced for a long time?" Lewis tried to start a conversation. It would be great if Miss Elena is willing to cooperate. If not, then he can only look for other opportunities.

"No! Please get out of here, right now!" Elena pointed to the door, her teeth clenched tightly, clucking.

"Okay." Lewis spread his hands. There was no abnormality during the day, but it didn't mean there was no abnormality at night. Undead creatures such as wraiths generally act at night.

After going downstairs, Lewis told the real estate agent about the situation, concealing the situation of the extraordinary power.

After some deliberation, he got permission to stay here for the night.

(End of this chapter)