Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 1 Sense of dissonance

pain!

Heart-piercing pain!
There seemed to be some whispering voice in my ears, and my whole body felt like it was being gnawing at by ants.

Li Yingjie opened his eyes, and the crimson veil shone through the glass window onto the ink bottle with an angel pattern. Next to the ink bottle was a silver fountain pen with intricate patterns.

"Where is this place?" Li Yingjie looked at the crimson moon in the sky and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

A large amount of information suddenly flooded into his head. Those were memories that did not belong to him, but another person's life.

"Damn it? I just fell asleep while doing an experiment, how could I have traveled through time?" Li Yingjie patted his head and couldn't help but curse the "boss" in his heart.

He roughly understood the reason for the time travel. Thirty hours of continuous experiments caused him to suddenly die, and then he woke up in this place. It was all the fault of the damn "boss", who used graduation to exploit him.

Damn it, if he had the chance to go back to his original world, he would definitely not fight so hard again.

The memories gradually merged, fragments appeared in his mind, and he gradually learned the identity of the original owner.

The original owner was a descendant of the Abraham family. His father died unexpectedly in his early years, and his mother gradually lost control after becoming an Extraordinary. Before she lost control, she entrusted him to a businessman.

Later, by chance, the original owner became an extraordinary person on the path of destiny, and has been on the edge of losing control ever since.

In other words, this is a mysterious world. Li Yingjie looked up at the sky and gathered his scattered thoughts.

There are too many taboos in the world of the Lord of Mysteries, and there are many things that cannot be thought about. Only in this way can he ensure his safety.

As he focused his thoughts, the whispering in his ears gradually disappeared and the pain in his body seemed to have improved a lot. This was the effect of meditation.

Suddenly, a gas lamp lit up in a corner of the room. The pale yellow light dispelled the darkness. Next to the firelight was a woman in loose pajamas.

Her light grey hair is slightly curly and her body is slightly plump. If I were to use an idiom to describe her, it would be "magnanimity comes from tolerance".

With the help of the gas lamp, Li Yingjie saw the black meridians under his skin crawling like insects, and then slowly calmed down.

Li Yingjie knew that this was a sign that the Extraordinary was losing control, and he was already on the verge of losing control.

If no solution is found, within a year or two, he will lose control and become the target of the Night Watchmen.

"Lewis, are you having a nightmare again?" The woman let Li Yingjie lean on her shoulder, and Li Yingjie smelled a faint scent of essential oil.

"I'm in pain." Li Yingjie raised his head with distorted features and entered into the role-playing of Lewis, although he was not the real Lewis.

"Lewis, if people call you a monster, then be a real monster. I'll give you another twenty pounds so you can relax a little in the brothel and be a gentleman who knows how to listen," the woman consoled.

Li Yingjie opened his mouth slightly. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. His sister actually encouraged him to go to a brothel.

With such a beautiful sister, Lewis actually often goes to brothels. Isn't this Lewis a bit of a scum? However, he likes this treatment.

"Thank you, sister." Li Yingjie imitated Lewis Harvey's actions according to his memory and kissed the woman on the face.

"Rest first, and don't forget to share with me what you heard tomorrow."

Turning around, the woman pinched her right eye socket as usual, and the corner of her mouth curled up in a perfect arc.

"Okay, dear sister." Lewis replied with a smile.

When the gas lamp went out, Lewis slowly fell asleep. I don't know why, at the moment just now, he suddenly felt that this woman was very strange.

Lewis did not forget this sense of disharmony. In the mysterious world, intuition is not just intuition, but a revelation from the spirit.

What's more, Lewis himself is a transcendent being and a monster of destiny.

As a monster, Lewis had extremely sharp intuition and hearing, and could often hear some sounds that were difficult to detect. He felt something was wrong, and most likely something was really wrong.

In the morning, Lewis had breakfast with his sister. The freshly baked bread was paired with bacon and spread with a layer of sweet cream. It didn't taste bad.

"Lewis, try to be a real monster. Perhaps it will help your condition and allow you to hear the whispering in your ears sooner." Mandy pinched her right eye socket and turned away.

Lewis watched Mandy leave with a smile. Mandy was a senior employee of a bank with a weekly salary of nine pounds. Together with the inheritance left by her adoptive parents, it was enough for the two of them to live a good life.

Until he confirmed that Mandy had left the room, Lewis' pupils suddenly dilated and fear filled his brain.

Was what Mandy said just now hinting at the acting method?
He didn't remember Mandy having the habit of pinching her right eye socket, nor did he remember Mandy being a girl who indulged her younger brother. In fact, the Mandy in his memory was very serious.

Until one rainy night two years ago, he became a transcendent that night, and Mandy also had some subtle differences from before.

As Lewis thought deeply, the whispers in his ears became clearer, and the black lines under his skin seemed to come alive, a precursor to losing control.

Lewis tried to gather his scattered thoughts. Through meditation, the whispering in his ears gradually faded away, and his mind became much clearer.

Not daring to think any more, Lewis packed up the tableware, put on formal clothes, and went out in a carriage.

"Go to the church of the goddess of night." Lewis said to the carriage driver.

"Eightpence."

Lewis took out a one-sol note and handed it to the driver with a distressed look on his face. The purchasing power of eight pence was equivalent to thirty or forty yuan in his previous life, which was enough to buy a good lunch.

"Storm! No, Goddess of Night is above." Lewis pointed four times on his chest to outline the crimson moon. The eight pennies were all for his devout faith. Of course, it would be even better if the goddess reimbursed him.

(End of this chapter)