Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 250 In a few seconds

Lewis returned to his residence and began to rest. Even as a Sequence Five Transcendent, his physical fitness was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person, and he needed to restore his strength through sleep.

He didn't sleep all night last night, so he is a little tired now.

A patch of pure white appeared before my eyes. After I passed through it, a scribbled picture appeared before my eyes:

Homeless people in thin clothes lined up outside the door of the workhouse. The hands of the clock tower not far away pointed to 9 o'clock. The Gothic clock tower with a missing corner looked particularly familiar.

The scene changed, and inside an apartment building, a man with a charred body drank a bottle of green potion. He seemed to be in a slightly better state of mind, and next to him stood a gray-haired old man.

A silver river meandered in from the window of the room. The river flowed past Lewis' feet, and white words appeared on the river:

"No. 22 Daffodil Street, East District."

"Very good, thank you for your help." Lewis nodded. Adros arrived just in time, saving him from going above the gray fog for divination.

The river surface beneath my feet shook a little, and the original words were erased, turning into "You're welcome."

The river surface shook again, revealing new words:
"Mr. Lewis, have you asked me if that great being is willing to let me go to Him?"

Of course I didn’t ask. Klein doesn’t have the ability to take you away right now… Lewis smiled faintly.

"I am trying my best to help you, but that great being told me that now is not the right time. He needs a suitable opportunity."

"Thank you."

The traitor Adros left, and the scene in front of Lewis' eyes disappeared. He had found the residence of the puppet master.

After a short nap to recover his strength, Lewis suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly:

"Shirley, come with me to the East End."

Due to the contract, the witch Shirley cannot betray him and is definitely a good helper.

"I do!" A female voice came from outside the door.

Lewis stroked his face with his palm, and dense buds began to grow on his face. After a little modification, a completely different face appeared in the mirror.

Using the power of the cane to hide, Lewis quietly left his residence and took the subway to the East District of Backlund.

At this time, it was not far from noon. Following Adros's instructions, Lewis came to No. 22 Daffodil Street, which was a separate small house with an area of ​​no more than 80 square meters, located next to the street.

Lewis took Shirley and sneaked out of the house. He heard the person in the room breathing evenly, and the breathing suddenly became disordered.

"As expected of the Master of Secret Dolls, he knew I would come a long time ago, and he just discovered me."

Lewis whispered to Shirley:

"Say a number every second, and keep counting. If you or I don't say the correct number, push the other person."

"Dang Cang..."

With the sound of breaking glass, Lewis rushed into the room. His eyes blurred for a moment, and he quickly pulled out a dagger and held it across his body.

The next moment, the strong wind almost passed by his body, cutting off the corner of his clothes, and the invisible wall in front of him made a crackling sound.

"One." Lewis shouted hurriedly. In front of him, the place where the Master of the Secret Doll should be has become a gray-haired old man. In the state of spiritual vision, the thread of fate could not be seen on the old man, which meant that the other party was dead and should be a secret doll.

Sensing the danger, Lewis' body made a strange movement in mid-air. His elbows touched his feet and he almost shrank into a ball and fell down.

A few cards almost brushed past his body, leaving several cuts of varying depths on his body, and blood slowly seeped out.

After landing, Lewis quickly rolled forward. He immediately turned his eyes and saw the thread of fate under the gas lamp next to the door.

"two!"

Shirley's voice sounded beside Lewis, and the next moment, the old man's clothes shook, and a black rose slowed down and was blocked by the invisible airflow.

"Bang!" Lewis snapped his fingers and handed the fate to the puppet master.

The next moment, he felt his body become sluggish. The other party was trying to control Lewis' spiritual thread and turn Lewis into a puppet.

Lewis glanced at Shirley out of the corner of his eye. Facing the Master of Puppetry, he could either take the initiative to deal with the opponent directly, or ask for help from his teammates.

The sound of "three" did not come for a long time, so Shirley gave up the puppet temporarily. She ran two steps, jumped up, and rushed towards Lewis.

Suddenly, a strong wind surged in front of Shirley, and sharp blades cut her dress. Due to the wind resistance, she fell at Lewis' feet but did not hit Lewis.

"Mr. Lewis!" Shirley stretched out her hand toward Lewis. The invisible blade cut her skin, and blood splattered everywhere. She closed her eyes tightly and let her arm continue to move forward.

The distance of a few centimeters was obviously very close, but Shirley couldn't reach it at all. She could only watch Lewis's movements become slower and slower.

The Master of the Secret Doll looked at Lewis in a good mood. It only takes 10 seconds for the transformation of the Secret Doll to be completed, and this process is irreversible.

He took half a step forward, but the extremely smooth ground caused his feet to slip and his body to become unstable for a moment. However, relying on his own abilities, he quickly found his balance in the air.

However, this momentary imbalance disrupted his ability to manipulate the spiritual thread, and Lewis regained his freedom.

Without any thought, Lewis subconsciously fired the bullet from the "Fallen Revolver". After the gunshot, the Master of the Puppetry let out a heavy breathing sound.

When dealing with this type of extraordinary person who is good at divination, the "Fallen Revolver" always plays a key role. The bullet's property that cannot be divined makes this type of extraordinary person just like an ordinary person when facing it.

Seeing that the Puppet Master was controlled by desire and had lost the ability to think, Lewis shot him twice with ordinary bullets.

Pong!

One bullet left a bloody hole in the Puppet Master's skull, and another bullet pierced his throat, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

"It seems that luck is not on your side."

Lewis smiled faintly and put away his revolver. The battle lasted no more than ten seconds in total, but many unexpected events happened in succession during this short period of time.

Outside the room, disorderly footsteps were heard. The gunshots just now seemed to have attracted many people to stop. In a while, the police and the superhuman team would probably be here.

Lewis hurriedly summoned the spirit and sent the two bodies above the gray fog. He looked at the injured Shirley and said coldly:

"Leave immediately."

"Yes!" Shirley's figure gradually disappeared, leaving sparse bloodstains in the direction she went.

(End of this chapter)