Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 118 Professional Psychologist

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Lewis welcomed a gentleman and a lady in the detective agency. He made black tea, entertained the two acquaintances, and asked the lady:

"Ms. Elena, do you have any commission for me?"

Elena nodded slightly. She glanced at Daniel beside her, her brows mixed with nervousness, and said:
"yes.

My dad has been having nightmares lately and his health is starting to get worse.

At first, we thought it was just a normal thing and even went to see a psychiatrist, but things didn’t go very smoothly.

The nightmare continued, and the content of my father's nightmares was similar every night. I suspected that there was some mysterious force at work.

As I have seen before, death is not the end, there is a wider world beyond our cognition. "

Elena spoke nervously, and Lewis actually heard a hint of excitement from her nervousness.

The girl who has a fanatical worship of the resurrection of the dead is really scary. She actually feels excited when something happens to her father.

Lewis secretly criticized Elena. He took a sip of black tea and asked calmly, "You want me to help you. Do you think I can cure Mr. Wilbur?"

“Yes, I know you are a true expert in mysticism. Since you can appease the wrath of the god of death, then this little thing must not matter.” Elena looked at Lewis expectantly, her eyes revealing her enthusiasm for mysticism.

"I can't guarantee that I can handle this matter. Besides, it's very expensive to hire me. 20 pounds is the lowest price I can accept!" Lewis emphasized. The two rich kids were sitting in front of him. If he asked for a slightly higher price, he would appear more reliable.

"Then let's go quickly, Mr. Lewis." Elena paid Lewis 20 pounds and asked impatiently.

"Okay." Lewis stood up, took his coat and hat from the coat rack behind the door, picked up his cane, and took a carriage to the home of real estate developer Wilbur in the suburbs of Hilton District.

He rang the doorbell, and after about ten seconds, a waiter in a vest opened the door. He saw Elena with Lewis, stepped aside, bent over and waited.

After entering the room, Lewis saw Wilbur in the living room at a glance. The real estate developer seemed a little haggard. After just a short while, he had lost a lot of weight, as if he had gone through a lot of hardships.

"Detective Lewis? Why are you here?" Wilbur, who was sitting by the fireplace, saw Lewis come in, his eyes full of vigilance.

He suspected that he didn't pay enough hush money last time, which led to Lewis coming.

Lewis smiled and said, “I heard that your mental state has not been very good recently. I came to see you at the request of Miss Elena. After all, while being a detective, I am also a senior psychologist.”

“I didn’t expect that you are actually a senior psychologist.” Wilbur looked at Lewis in surprise and exclaimed.

Lewis blinked his right eye three times in succession, secretly opening his spiritual vision. In his sight, Mr. Wilbur’s spiritual light was surrounded by a faint black color.

He was almost certain that Mr. Wilbur was haunted by some evil spirit, but the manifestation of this was not very obvious.

"I heard that you always have nightmares. Can you tell me the details of your nightmares?" Lewis took off his hat, sat next to Wilbur, and asked like he was asking a patient.

"It's like this. I always dream of a small village. In that small village there is a tall man holding a knight's lance and chasing me. At the beginning, I always appear in a dark room, and the footsteps come from upstairs.

I was very scared and tried to run outside, but when I ran out of the rotten room, the footsteps appeared behind me again.

If I try to keep running, the footsteps won't stop until I'm exhausted and my body is stretched to its limit, and then he'll appear.

The knight would follow me like this until I could no longer run, then he would appear, raise a pitch-black spear and pierce me."

As he spoke, Wilbur's face became even uglier. The scenes in his nightmare seemed to overlap with reality, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Lewis felt familiar with this scene. This was because Wilbur had interacted with the evil spirit, or left some medium, which caused the evil spirit to appear in his dreams every night.

"Have you been anywhere recently? For example, a place similar to the scene in the nightmare?" Lewis asked.

"A place similar to the scene in my nightmare?" Wilbur thought hard and said, "I have indeed been to that place, but that was ten years ago. Recently, I have been busy with business and have only been to the West District a few times."

Lewis frowned. What happened ten years ago couldn't have happened recently, unless the evil spirit appeared recently.

What exactly caused the appearance of the evil spirits? Was it because a supernatural being died there?
Some extraordinary beings have relatively powerful souls, and the probability of them becoming evil spirits after death is higher than that of ordinary people.

However, according to Mr. Wilbur's description, the evil spirit wandering there is a knight.

With the rise of firearms today, knights have long become history. It is hard to imagine that a knight-like extraordinary person died somewhere, and the remaining resentment still lingers in that village.

However, Lewis already has a solution, if he can get it done smoothly, then go and handle it yourself.

If the evil spirit is too powerful, he will report the matter to the church and let the official supernatural beings solve it.

"Mr. Wilbur, there is a saying in psychology that scenes seen in reality will reappear in dreams. Perhaps you have encountered terrible things in that village, which led to dreaming about those terrible things." Lewis deceived.

Wilbur nodded solemnly. He felt that what Lewis said made sense, so he asked, "Mr. Detective, what should I do?"

"Reduce your sleep time in the last two days and try to do more things that can relax yourself. I will give you a more professional treatment plan in two days.

After all, mental illness requires unique treatment options.”

Seeing Lewis speak so professionally, Wilbur couldn't help but praise him: "Detective Lewis, you are really a professional psychiatrist, much better than the idiot who asked me to go to church to pray this morning."

Lewis twitched his lips. The idiot who asked Wilbur to go to church to pray might be a transcendent. He saw that Wilbur was abnormal.

Of course, it could also be just a coincidence, and the idiot simply couldn't find any problem with Wilbur.

"Of course." Lewis smiled and left the room without staying for too long. He needed to assess the degree of danger of the evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)