Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 205 I'm Not Harun

In the morning, Lewis disguised himself as Harlan and went to the target location, which was an orphanage in the Karan district.

The down-and-out homeless people lined up to apply for admission to the workhouse, but more of them were ruthlessly driven away. They dragged their tired bodies, looking for the next stop in their lives like zombies.

The homeless people who can enter the workhouse are lucky. They will enjoy a week of full food here, and when the time is up, they will be driven away again.

Afterwards, a very few lucky homeless people may be able to find a job that can barely make ends meet, or they may continue to wander until they starve to death on the streets.

Lewis didn't expect that this place was actually a hiding place for gangs. The so-called poorhouse was just a tool for some wealthy people to show their generosity or to avoid taxes.

However, the fact that the gang opened a workhouse was a little different. At least they were a cultured gang.

In the southeast corner of the workhouse, there is a warehouse for storing miscellaneous items. The warehouse is surrounded by withered and dry weeds, some of which are even half a person tall. It seems that it has not been used for some time.

Lewis went around the warehouse, pushed open the secret door, and was able to walk into the messy warehouse.

The warehouse was filled with dusty bedding, brooms and mops tangled in spider webs, making it look so messy.

After opening the secret door, there appeared a staircase leading to the underground. Going down from here was a corridor paved with bluestone bricks. The air was filled with the faint scent of rose essential oil, and the ground was clean and tidy.

Walking all the way to the end of the corridor, there is a secret door. Pushing open the secret door is an empty and huge underground space. A white-haired old man is in the first house, holding some documents in his hand.

"Harun, you are here as expected." The light of the gas lamp flickered, and the white-haired old man put down the documents in his hand. His mind gradually became blank, and a sense of vanity occupied his body and mind, which caused him to not open his spiritual vision to peek at Lewis at the first time.

“Yes, I really want to be as powerful as Ms. Bella. Now that I have this opportunity, I am very fortunate.” Lewis subconsciously paid attention to the seal in his trouser pocket.

The Fallen Harmonica can unconsciously influence the people around it, causing them to do many irrational and wrong things. Even though he has wrapped the seal with spirituality, he still cannot completely block the power of the seal.

He had asked Miss Elanna to take away his corrupt desires in advance, so he would not be affected by the seal in the short term and could face everything here calmly.

The white-haired old man nodded, and under the reminder of vanity, he said:

“Since the First Era, countless people have tried to contact the extraordinary, but there are only a few extraordinary people like me.

It is understandable that you cherish this opportunity, but becoming a Transcendent is just a new starting point. It may take many years of exploration before you can tap into as much power as I have."

The white-haired old man and Lewis boasted about a lot of things, including his knowledge of the extraordinary world, the power of Ms. Bella, and the great business that their Wild Wolf Gang was doing.

Lewis just listened quietly, occasionally flattering the vain old man to prevent him from waking up from the influence of the degenerate harmonica.

It worked so well that he was barely scrutinized until half an hour later, when footsteps were heard in the quiet corridor outside.

Outside the door, a fat lady squeezed in. She was almost as wide as two Lewises and stood there like a wall. The high heels on her feet seemed overwhelmed and made a teeth-grinding sound.

"This is Ms. Bella. Of course, plumpness is also what makes Ms. Bella charming." Under the influence of the seal, the old man almost subconsciously said what he was thinking.

Ms. Bella was in a good mood because of the praise. She asked the old man:
"Have you checked him out? Is he qualified to become a transcendent?"

"Sorry, I'll check it right away." The white-haired old man seemed to remember something. He tapped his forehead twice and turned on his spiritual vision.

Lewis was fearless. His life level was much higher than the old man in front of him. If he wanted to hide something, even if the other party opened his spiritual vision, he would not be able to observe anything.

He has completely removed the spiritual wall that sealed the "Fallen Harmonica". Once this seal takes effect, he will directly use the power of the Key of Light to kill Bella as quickly as possible.

The white-haired old man looked at Lewis. In his eyes, the other person was a healthy person and in good spirits. At least he would not die immediately after taking the potion.

This shows that Lewis meets the requirements to become a transcendent person.

"Very good. The potion I prepared for him is 'Criminal'. This kind of extraordinary being can use a variety of weapons and is a true weapon expert..."

The old man stood up to look for materials. At this moment, Lewis sensed the hint from fate that it was time to take action.

"Bah!"

The sound of snapping fingers echoed in the underground secret room. The swaying gas lamp seemed to be completely still for a moment. The next moment, Bella seemed to be trapped in an infinitely repeating pattern. She appeared outside the door, squeezed into the small room repeatedly, and said the words she said for the first time to the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man didn't know what was going on. He watched in horror as Ms. Bella repeated what she had just said and then retreated out of the room again.

At this moment, Lewis showed a charming smile, he slowly pulled out his pistol and pulled the trigger.

“Bang, bang, bang…bang!”

First, three silver-white bullets poured out. These bullets hit Bella's head, opened her skull, and red and gray liquids mixed together and scattered on the ground.

Then, another bullet hit the heart, splattering white fat.

At this point, Ms. Bella died here without even having time to react, with a smile of praise still hanging on the corner of her mouth.

The battle was over in a flash. The white-haired old man looked at Ms. Bella's huge body lying in a pool of blood, and his mind went blank.

Dead? The amazing lady Bella was dead? She hadn't even shown any superhuman powers yet, she was clearly invincible.

But how could the invincible Ms. Bella die at the hands of this low-level member?
The white-haired old man stared at Lewis angrily and roared:
“Harlan!
Damn it, what on earth did you do?
You, you are simply a devil!
Damn thing..."

"Sorry, I'm not Harun." Lewis put his right hand on his face and a faceless face appeared in front of the white-haired old man.

At this moment, the white-haired old man's head turned cold due to anger. He subconsciously stepped back and wanted to escape.

Lewis threw a sleeping spell at the old man, causing him to fall asleep. He then performed a ritual to transport Ms. Bella's body above the gray fog.

Now, he had to leave here quickly, and it would be best if he could channel the spirit of Ms. Bella's body within an hour.

There is also a third chapter, but it will be after 12 o'clock.

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(End of this chapter)