Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 252 The Lazy Fool

Hearing this request, Lewis couldn't help but look up in surprise.

Let the witch Shirley meet Polly Ian? Are you kidding me? Shirley almost killed Polly Ian.

"This is not a good idea. The poor woman tried to kill him twice in a row. This is a risky behavior." Lewis advised in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

He aimed at the bottom of the golf ball and hit it. The golf ball drew a beautiful parabola and fell accurately into the hole three hundred meters away.

"Oh my God!" Miss Martina covered her mouth which was opened due to excitement and exclaimed: "This is the longest ball since the establishment of the club. Mr. Lewis broke the record!"

"Yes, it's hard to imagine that we would have the honor of meeting such an all-round gentleman," added another lady.

Grellint was in no mood to appreciate this precise shot. He said in a deep voice, "I think Polly Ian is willing to take such a risk. Moreover, with your help, the poor woman would not dare to do anything out of line."

Lewis put the club aside and said coldly, "At 11 o'clock in the evening, have Polly Ian go to the bridge in the Backlund Bridge area. I will make the arrangements."

Grellint paused for a moment, lowered his head, and said in a trembling voice, "I really don't know how to thank you, Mr. Lewis."

Lewis waved his hand, and after five o'clock, he had dinner in the club. Today's dinner was foie gras, which was said to be cooked by the royal chef.

The rich, salty fat paired with the sweet brandy made him briefly forget that this was a cruel delicacy.

"The Master of the Secret Dolls just died today. It's best not to contact people who sell weapons tonight, otherwise it will seem a bit too deliberate.

Going back a few days later would still seem deliberate, but at least we can forge another possibility."

Having made up his mind, Lewis had dinner, wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, and returned to his home in Queens.

As soon as he returned home, he saw a carriage with a "crossed swords and a crown" logo parked outside his house. The police had arrived.

"How could the police possibly suspect me? With the way I committed the crime, even a High-Sequence Transcendent would not be able to detect it.

Unless, the people who came are police officers on the surface, but are actually people involved in arms trafficking.

They know the Master of Secret Dolls and his purpose, so it is easy for them to suspect me. After all, I am the only one who has had conflicts with the Master of Secret Dolls these days."

Without alerting the driver, Lewis continued to return home as if nothing had happened. Hiding in the shadows, he held his cane and silently recited the name of "The Fool".

“A fool who is not of this age;
The mysterious master hidden above the gray fog;

The yellow and black king who controls good luck;"

After the chanting, Lewis hurriedly said: "I have been targeted by the extraordinary people in the army. They may use methods such as soul and dream to interrogate me. I pray for your protection."

After repeating it silently twice in succession, the carriage had stopped at the door of the house. Lewis made his figure visible and walked down from the carriage.

A policeman ran over, showed his police ID and said:
"Mr. Lewis Harvey, you are suspected of committing a crime. Please come with us."

Lewis frowned. Now he was a real rich man and a favored one of the true God. Facing this situation, he could deal with it calmly.

He took off his pocket watch and took a look. It was just past six o'clock in the afternoon. He didn't know if he could still arrange for Shirley to meet Polly Ian.

Closing the pocket watch, Lewis said coldly:

"I can go with you, but I won't answer any of your questions until my lawyer arrives!"

"This is your right." The policeman took back his ID and agreed. As soon as Lewis got off his private carriage, he got on the police carriage again and was taken to the nearby police station.

He was not worried about the police's interrogation. In fact, neither the police nor the official extraordinary people dared to do anything excessive to a follower of the true God.

I’m afraid that if they meet the lackeys of George III or the Witch’s Cult, these people will not play by the rules.

"Sorry, Mr. Lewis, these are the rules."

Halfway through the journey, a policeman blindfolded Lewis with a cloth, making him unable to see the scene in front of him.

There really is something fishy going on. Is it necessary to blindfold me when going to the police station?
Lewis kept an eye on the movements around him. He had already outlined the route he had taken in his mind, but he suddenly discovered that his destination was behind the police station, in a basement.

As soon as he entered the basement, Lewis felt waves of numbness, as if someone was whipping his soul.

"This is definitely a torture method used by the military. This makes me certain that Baron Zachli is related to the military. This trip was not in vain!"

However, George III was very courageous and actually dared to directly torture a follower of the true God without going through any procedures.

"I ask, you answer!"

An extremely majestic voice came, which made Lewis couldn't help but want to surrender. It was obvious that there was extraordinary power mixed in the other party's voice.

Lewis remained sober, pretending that he couldn't bear the pressure, his body bent by the pressure, and agreed: "Okay."

"Did you go to the East District of Backlund today?"

Lewis's face became ferocious, and the whip attacking his soul became heavier and heavier, as if it had thorns on it.

"No...no!" Lewis replied, suppressing his discomfort.

The man who asked the question looked at a woman behind him. The woman adjusted her glasses and said in a cold voice, "Under the guidance of my soul, no one can resist lying, and extraordinary people are no exception."

The man looked at Lewis again and said in an extremely oppressive voice: “What happened just now was just a dream you had, you can leave now.”

Lewis felt his head getting a little dizzy, so he pretended to be asleep, and the policemen took him to the carriage again.

When they got outside the police station, a policeman helped Lewis take off the cloth from his eyes and gently pushed him:
"Mr. Lewis, the police are here."

Lewis looked around blankly and asked casually: “Why did I fall asleep?”

"Maybe you are too tired." The police prepared steps for Lewis to get off the carriage and fooled him with the prepared words.

Lewis didn't say anything else. He knew that he had passed the military's test.

Perhaps, the puppet master did know some secrets, so his death directly attracted the attention of the military.

As someone who had a direct conflict with the Master of Puppetry, he would naturally be the first person to be suspected.

Lewis pretended to be unsteady and walked into the police station with the help of the police, and was locked in a separate small room.

Suddenly, a gray mist appeared in front of his eyes, and an angel with black wings came over to hug him and merged into his body.

Lewis was silent for a while. Has the Fool become so lazy?

(End of this chapter)