Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 137 Human Trafficking
Entering the secret door, you can see a staircase leading down. The staircase is paved with bluestone bricks and there is not a trace of dust on it. It is obvious that someone cleans it regularly.

Hiding his figure, Lewis walked down the stairs.

Click...

The teeth-grinding sound rang out again, and the door behind him slammed shut. It seemed to be a one-way passage that only allowed entry but not exit.

However, this also shows that there must be another exit for this auction held underground.

Lewis didn't look back. He went down the stairs about four or five meters. In front of him was another long and narrow corridor. The sound of the auction sounded at the end of the corridor.

The voices of the auctioneer explaining and the customers bidding added up one after another, making it noisy and disorderly.

Lewis walked through the corridor and suddenly his eyes opened up. This was the behind-the-scenes of another auction. He turned on his spiritual vision and saw that many of the auction items were shining with spiritual brilliance.

This is the gathering of extraordinary people.

Amidst these spiritual lights, Lewis noticed a square object covered by a dark curtain. The object was half a person's height, and there seemed to be the sound of a young girl sobbing.

The sound was drowned out by the cheers outside, and it would have been almost impossible to hear it if it weren't for his hearing being far superior to that of ordinary people.

“Is there human trafficking here?”

Lewis frowned. Judging from the sound, he was sure that the sobbing was not made by a supernatural object, but by a living person.

The Kingdom of Loen is not safe. Behind the extravagant lives of the nobles, darkness is everywhere.

If you think about it, even the capital city of Backlund has human trafficking going on, not to mention the chaotic little city of Port Enmat.

"Should we try to rescue these people?"

Lewis dismissed the idea as soon as it occurred to him. It was impossible for a gang auction to be held without a supernatural being present. Just because he could leave here didn't mean he could take others away with him.

What's more, among those customers participating in the auction outside, there must be many extraordinary people, and even middle-sequence ones. If they take action, even he might be in danger.

"It's better to have less trouble than more. At worst, I can report it to the authorities and let the Storm Church's "Substitute Punisher" handle it."

Having made up his mind, Lewis hid in the shadows and walked towards the auction site. As long as he was careful, he could blend into the crowd and slip out through the main entrance after the auction was over.

Suddenly, he realized that danger was approaching, so he rolled over on the spot and dodged.

Pong pong!
Where he had been standing, several bullets were embedded in the wall, splashing up flying dust.

"No, the danger doesn't come from bullets. With my luck, even if I don't dodge, those bullets will only be a trace.

There are other extraordinary people attacking me. The bullet just now was just a test. When the other party finds out that I am special, they will soon launch a second attack. "

Although Lewis' figure had not been exposed yet, many customers at the scene had already cast their eyes towards the location where the gunshots were heard, and it was only a matter of time before he was discovered.

"destiny!"

Lewis no longer hid. He immediately used a lucky charm, then held up his cloak and ran in the opposite direction of the auction without looking back.

Ding ding ding!
A series of footsteps echoed in the auction hall. Lewis walked straight through here, pushed open the door opposite the hall, and ran into a series of intricate rooms.

These rooms are connected to each other, and each room has more than two doors, which seems like a maze.

It is obvious that this is an auction entrance deliberately built to prevent official supernatural beings from investigating.

After a slight hesitation, Lewis pushed open the door on the left with inspiration. It was not difficult for him to leave here.

He was just afraid that the extraordinary person would catch up with him, and he did not rule out that the extraordinary person was very powerful. The footsteps behind him came as expected, and Lewis' mind moved. He took off a silver ring on his left hand and threw it towards the back of the door.

"Destiny!" Lewis whispered.

After calculation, it was found that the talisman would just work on the pursuer after it exploded, buying him time to escape.

After pushing open six identical doors in succession, Lewis' eyes suddenly blurred and he felt the room become distorted.

The door floated above my head, and ghost shadows were flying in all directions on the wall, as if they wanted to launch an attack. The room became tilted and weird.

"Someone is hallucinating me. I can't see with my eyes anymore."

After a little thought, Lewis closed his eyes. He could hear the sound of wind caused by the flow of air, and he could also hear footsteps in other rooms.

The man was still looking for him, but his footsteps were slow, and he seemed to be playing a cat-and-mouse game, stopping and starting, and he seemed very confident.

From time to time, he could hear a noisy sound, which was the sound of gas lamps exploding, and the other party was trying to interfere with his hearing.

"This kind of little trick can't stop me at all." Lewis chuckled disdainfully, and based on his intuition, he pushed forward to the position in front of his body, where there was a door.

Walking into the room, he pushed open the door on the left.

The sound of the wind became clearer, and he knew clearly that by pushing open the door directly opposite him, he would be able to escape from this intricate room and leave the auction site.

"I'm so lucky."

When he opened his eyes, the distorted scene in front of him had disappeared. Outside the last door, there was only a staircase leading upwards. He could feel that the staircase was real, not an illusion.

Lewis quickly ran up the stairs. Outside was bright sunshine and fresh air, and a small courtyard came into view.

A burly man in a dark suit was waving a stick and looked at Lewis with a little vigilance.

"Sir, why did you leave so early?" The burly man in a suit looked at Lewis and asked.

His body was strong and powerful, and the stick he swung made a whirring sound and seemed to be very destructive.

"I suddenly remembered that I have some urgent matters to deal with." Lewis said perfunctorily, and he ran out of the yard without looking back, cheering spiritually.

"Is my potion digesting? Which rule of acting have I fulfilled? Is it luck that needs to be affirmed, or luck that needs to be compared?"

Lewis stopped, threw away his cloak and blended into the crowd. Digesting the potion was a pleasant surprise.

Just after Lewis left, a man with a broken little finger left from the staircase exit.

The moment he opened the door, he saw a thick stick hitting him on the head. He didn't even have time to dodge before he was knocked back to the stairs.

He maintained his balance in a strange posture, retreated down the stairs, bumped into the wall, and blood flowed from his forehead.

"Damn it! Why am I so unlucky?"

The man was breathing heavily. Everything had gone wrong since he started chasing that suspicious person.

The house would suddenly collapse, and the thick beams would fall on him. The gas lamp that was working steadily would suddenly explode, even injuring his fingers.

These few short steps were as difficult as climbing onto a witch's bed.

He originally possessed extraordinary abilities and could even defeat his opponents easily, but in actual performance, he didn't even use half of his abilities.

(End of this chapter)