Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 104: The Shame of the Extraordinary

As night fell, the blood moon began to loom and the gas lamps used for lighting on the roadside began to light up. Lewis locked the door of the detective agency and began to wash the cups and tableware.

Suddenly, a grayish-white mist appeared in front of his eyes, and at the end of the mist there was a blurry picture playing repeatedly.

In the picture, a man with blue hair is praying:
"Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. Destiny that the magical item promised to Mr. Destiny's followers is already in the Black Bar in the East District. Once there, just tell the bar owner what the Captain has handed over, and you can get the Eye of the Murloc.

This magical item allows the user to breathe freely underwater for 10 minutes, while also making the user an expert swimmer. "

"The Eye of the Murloc, that extraordinary diving item has finally been delivered. It has been delayed for so long because of the Qilingos incident." Lewis put away the washed dishes and secretly told himself that it was time to find a maid.

He planned to find time to go to Black's Bar in the East District tomorrow. He had waited for so long that he didn't mind waiting for another day or two.

Suddenly, Lewis felt a piercing gaze from behind him, and he frowned.

"I didn't sense any bad intentions from their sight, which means that the group is still unsure about my relationship with Blau, but they are still observing me, which means they still suspect me."

Lewis smiled faintly, turned off the gas lamp, put on a half-high silk formal cap, and left the detective agency.

At this time, the last train of the trackless public carriage had already departed. This public carriage was divided into two floors. He spent two pence to sit in the last row of seats on the first floor of the public carriage, preparing to go to the East District to pick up the extraordinary item.

“The gaze on me is still there. If he gives up tracking me, it means that he no longer suspects me, and I don’t have to worry about them.

If he was going to follow me, he would have come in this stagecoach, and I could tell where he was coming from."

Lewis looked out the window with a stern face. The gas lamps beside the road flickered with pale blue flames, contrasting with the crimson moonlight.

Suddenly, Lewis silently glanced in the direction of the third row on the first floor of the carriage.

A man in a windbreaker, with his face hidden by a stand-up collar, sat there.

He took a newspaper out of his pocket and sat there reading it as if nothing had happened, making it impossible to tell his purpose.

Lewis used his inspiration to lock onto that person as the source of his sight. He quietly opened his spiritual vision and saw the other person's astral body.

"I can easily see through the Astral Body, which means he is much weaker than me. He should be Sequence Nine or Sequence Eight. I don't know which path he is from. There is too little previous information to infer.

The fact that I could find him so easily shows that he is not a supernatural being who is good at hiding, and he is not much better than ordinary people in tracking."

Lewis did not act rashly. When the trackless public carriage arrived at the East End, he followed the ordinary-dressed lady in front of him and got off the carriage.

After glancing at his pocket watch, Lewis identified the location and then slowly walked towards the area where Black's Bar was located.

He pretended nothing had happened and kept a leisurely pace so that the other party could catch up.

As long as he finds the right opportunity, he will look for the opportunity to strike, and after catching the other party, he will ask for useful information.

About ten minutes later, Lewis frowned, and he felt that the piercing sight disappeared.

"You're not following me anymore? You probably think I have nothing to do with Blau, so you're just not wasting your time with me."

Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. It would be best if the matter could be resolved without conflict.

Arriving at La Rambla, he entered the Black Bar and said to the bartender:

"A ginger beer."

The bartender took out a glass and filled it with golden liquor. Lewis took it and took a sip.

The strong, spicy taste exploded in his mouth, which made him feel unusually enjoyable. He burped and asked, "Where is your boss?"

"In the back." The bartender pointed to the kitchen, still wiping the cups with his hands.

Lewis held the wine glass and walked to the back kitchen while drinking.

There were three people in the kitchen, two were washing dishes and one was peeling potatoes.

"Who's the boss?" he asked after burping.

"It's me." The man who was peeling potatoes raised his head and asked, "What's up?"

"The items handed over by the captain." Lewis thought for a moment and said as Klein had conveyed.

The bar owner didn't say anything. He left the kitchen and called Lewis to the vacant card room.

After a while, the bar owner handed Lewis a lead box.

"I don't know what's in it. The captain only reminds me that it will make you thirsty. If you have any questions, please contact the captain."

"I understand." Lewis took the lead box and left Black's Bar.

It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and the public carriages and subways had stopped running. If one wanted to return to the Hilton area, one would have to pay a high price to take a taxi or just walk back.

Lewis was not in a hurry to go back, he tried wearing the mermaid eye.

About five minutes later, he swallowed silently and felt a dry mouth.

“A not uncommon supernatural item, just as Alger described, wearing it allows one to move freely underwater for a period of time.

The side effect is that you become thirsty easily, and once you leave the water, your physical strength will drop rapidly."

After confirming that the item was fine, Lewis put it in a lead box and carried it with him. The moment he closed the lead box, the feeling of thirst slowly disappeared.

As he walked, Lewis frowned, and he imagined the situation at the intersection ahead:

Near the intersection, there was a man wearing a stand-up collar windbreaker, mumbling something:
"Oh my god, how could I have lost him?

It's not that I didn't try my best, it's just...it's just that the detective was too cunning, and it's not my fault.

Yes! You can’t blame me!”

Lewis twitched his lips. It turned out that the sight had not stopped tracking him, but simply lost him.

However, he had always maintained the walking speed of a normal person, and did not even use any extraordinary abilities, because he was afraid that a low-sequence extraordinary person would not be able to keep up with him, and he would not be able to find a suitable opportunity to attack.

"Damn it! A superhuman followed an ordinary person, but he lost him in the end. This is a shame for the superhumans!"

After using his hearing and intuition to confirm that there were few pedestrians nearby, Lewis decided to capture the other person now.

After all, if he continued walking, it would be even more troublesome if the other party lost him again.

Walking quickly to the corner, Lewis blended his figure into the shadow, and when he saw a foot stepping into the attack range, he reached out and grabbed the other person's collar, dragged him into the alley, and pinned him to the ground.

(End of this chapter)