Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 251 is about the military

Lewis took a few seconds to walk through the places where Shirley had appeared in order to cover up her traces with his own.

The witch's anti-divination ability is still not comparable to that of the "winner". As long as she enters the gray fog to "disinfect" herself, even a high-sequence strongman will not gain any information from the divination.

When he left, several homeless people had gathered outside the Master of the Puppetry's residence to watch the fun.

Cleverly avoiding everyone, Lewis appeared in the crowd unnoticed. He hired a carriage on the side of the road and set off towards the Cherwood area.

He had taken advantage of this time to repeatedly enter the gray fog, not only sending himself for "disinfection", but also changing the clothes he wore when committing the crime.

"It doesn't take too long to get from here to the Cherwood District. I still have enough time to communicate with the spirit. Even if it takes more than an hour and I can't get any specific information, it doesn't matter."

Lewis put his cane aside, crossed his legs, and rested in the carriage with his eyes half closed.

He saw the police leave him with his own eyes, but his excellent psychological quality prevented him from making any unnecessary expressions, and he just waited quietly for the police to disappear around the corner.

"Well, let's stop here."

Lewis said to the driver as soon as he entered the Cherwood area.

He paid a soli fare and went into a fast food restaurant after getting off the bus. He ordered a fast food meal and took the time to go to the bathroom.

"call……"

After walking four steps backwards, Lewis came to the top of the gray fog again, below the light gate.

Under his feet were the Master of the Doll and the doll that had been transformed long ago.

At this time, the extraordinary characteristics of these two extraordinary people have begun to emerge, and the extraordinary characteristics of the Puppet Master seem to be combining with the buttons on his arm.

After preparing the spiritual ritual and praying to the Lord of Mysteries, a slightly solid spirit floated out of the Master of Secret Dolls' body.

Lewis already knew the motives behind the Master of the Puppetry's actions, so he didn't ask anything about the assassination, but instead asked about deeper matters.

"Do you know that Baron Zachley has a channel to sell weapons?"

The illusory spirit had a numb voice and answered, "Yes."

"Do you know what role Baron Zachley plays in arms trafficking and what his relationship is with the military?"

The illusory spirit was confused for a moment, then answered normally again:
"I do not know."

"Don't know?" Lewis frowned. The weapons obtained by Baron Zachley should have come from the military. The Master of Puppetry didn't know these things, probably because his relationship with Baron Zachley was not good enough.

It was difficult to get more useful information from the question, so Lewis produced a pen and parchment and wrote down the divination statement:

"Incidents related to arms trafficking..."

After silently reciting the divination sentence seven times, Lewis closed his eyes, and through the pure white in front of him, he saw a mansion with a courtyard fountain and blooming flowers.

Baron Zachli was walking beside the Master of the Secret Dolls and reminded him in a cold voice: "Don't talk nonsense, understand?"

Walking forward along the winding path and passing through the blooming flowers, you will see several women wearing maid skirts in front of you.

Behind these women, there was a tall man. Because he was a transcendent, the Puppet Master took a closer look at him.

Entering the living room, a man with a stern face and three-dimensional features walked in. He had blue, eagle-like sharp eyes, and his solemn temperament would make people suspect at first glance that he was an officer, at least he used to be one. Then, Baron Zakli lowered his head and put himself in a very humble position.

They exchanged information, and a lot of it was about the channels for arms trafficking and news about arms trafficking.

Lewis opened his eyes and ended the channeling. He knew enough.

“A wealthy man living in the West District is suspected to have been a soldier and has channels to sell weapons.

Take some time to visit him. It is best to ask for the Red Priest Card and go there in a special capacity."

Exhaling, Lewis sank into the gray fog and turned on his pocket watch. Only five minutes had passed in reality, and no one knocked on the bathroom door from outside.

He took out a copper whistle, and with a sound like the cry of a whale, Miss Elana walked out from the wall. She gently flapped her tail and looked away.

"Help me find Witch Shirley and bring her back to my room."

After paying his desire to Miss Elana, Lewis washed his hands, then returned to his seat and continued to eat the fast food he had not finished.

He saw two groups of police passing by the fast food restaurant, but they were not worried about themselves. They were only worried that the witch would be caught.

However, with Miss Elana's help, there shouldn't be any big problems.

After eating fast food, Lewis went through several twists and turns and spent a lot of time before sneaking back to his residence.

At this time, Witch Shirley was already in the room. She had an injury on her arm, which she had simply treated with a piece of cloth.

“Thank you for your hard work.” Lewis nodded to Shirley and put his cane aside.

Shirley lowered her head and said firmly, "You saved my life. This is too little to repay you."

But I also killed your sister...Brother, it's really hard for you to pretend to be so well-behaved, even though you are bound by the contract.

Lewis took out his wallet from the bedside in a bored manner, took out five 5-pound bills and handed them to Shirley, reminding her:
"This is your activity fund. I need more information about the Witch Cult. Remember to keep in touch with Triss occasionally. Don't lose her."

"Your wish is exactly what I wish."

Shirley's figure gradually disappeared, and light footsteps were heard in the room, walking out of the room.

"Two o'clock in the afternoon." Lewis opened his pocket watch again and took a look. It would be best to act normal after committing the crime. He might as well go play two rounds of golf.

He went downstairs, asked the butler to prepare the carriage, and with the help of the coachman, he rushed to the golf club.

The green grass is still dotted with the footprints of gentlemen and ladies, and their tight sportswear makes them particularly charming.

Lewis joined the Glints, and after yesterday's dinner he had been able to engage in friendly conversation with some of the nobles.

"Mr. Lewis, last night's dinner was truly unforgettable. I have never seen such a bright dinner venue." A young lady, holding a golf club in her hand, lifted up her non-existent skirt and greeted Lewis.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Martina." Lewis smiled and started playing golf unceremoniously, accompanied by the ladies' eager gazes.

Grellint sneaked up to Lewis and whispered to him:

"Mr. Lewis, I hope you can contact the poor woman and ask her to meet Polly Ian."

(End of this chapter)