Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 52 Living Corpse
Lewis sat anxiously by the window for the whole morning, but he didn't meet anyone who asked about last night's battle. I guess what happened last night didn't attract anyone's attention.

However, at the same time, Lewis did not receive any detective commissions.

"The competition for being a detective in Backlund is really fierce." Lewis sighed. When he was in Tingen, his only competitor was Detective Bernie. Even if he didn't advertise, he could always wait for some customers to come.

It was afternoon, and Lewis closed the door of the detective agency and went to the Tussock Daily Newspaper office not far away.

When you walk into the newspaper office, you can smell the smell of ink. The huge and bloated printer is working non-stop, making a deafening noise.

Newspapers are produced in such an environment, and then sorted out by workers and prepared for distribution.

Lewis found a more secluded room, he pushed open the door, and saw several ladies sitting in compartments, their hands moving constantly.

Following the guidance of the wooden sign, Lewis found the window for advertising cooperation. He leaned over and said, "I want to register an advertisement in the Tussock Evening News for one month."

In Backlund, the most influential newspaper was naturally the Backlund Daily. However, this newspaper was published to the entire Loen Kingdom, and the advertising price was quite high. Generally, only large companies were willing to use it.

Although the Tussock Newspaper has a smaller influence and only targets the inside of Backlund, its price is relatively cheaper.

"Two pounds and six soli," said the lady in charge of the advertising space.

Lewis fished money out of his pocket and paid two pounds and six sous with a painful heart, thus preparing the advertisement for the detective agency. He would be able to see the advertisement for the detective agency in the Tussock Evening News the next night.

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The next morning, when it was just dawn.

Lewis woke up naturally from his sleep. He simply washed up, changed into his gray-blue work clothes and went out.

After changing carriages three times in succession and spending one soli and eight pence on carriage fare, Lewis finally arrived at the Backlund Bridge area.

He got off the car in a sparsely populated area, then drove around several times before arriving at the Brave Bar before half past eight.

When you enter the bar, you can see a cool scene.

The bartender who was supposed to be at the counter was not there at all, and the tables and chairs were placed in a mess, as if the maid had not had time to clean up.

Lewis sat at the counter for a while and waited for about half an hour before the bartender finally came and stood in front of the bar.

"I'm looking for Caspers Kanlinin." Lewis said directly. His goal today was very clear, which was to attend today's party.

"Perhaps you can find him in billiard room number two, but Mr. Kaspers might not be here for an hour," the bartender answered nonchalantly, wiping the wooden wine glass.

Lewis frowned. Didn’t you say you would come earlier?

However, he still needed Mr. Kaspers to guide him, so he could just treat this as a test and there was nothing to complain about.

The bar was maddeningly quiet in the morning. Lewis ordered a glass of Southwell beer and went to billiard room No. 2 while drinking it. He pushed open the door and saw several people playing billiards.

Looking closely, the movements of those people were quite numb, just like a few corpses that could move. Among these numb people, only a man in a white shirt and black vest was obviously different. He held a golf club in his hand, glanced at Lewis, and frowned.

Lewis quickly blinked his right eyelid three times to activate his clairvoyance. In the clairvoyance state, he saw that the auras of the players were all dark black, except for the man in a white shirt and black vest who had some color.

"The players are all zombies, so the only living person should be Maric, who is at the Prisoner Sequence. He should be at Sequence 6 now." Lewis immediately thought of Miss Sharon. Miss Sharon should be at Sequence 5 now. Even in Backlund, she is considered a transcendent of considerable level.

If he could ask Miss Sharon to come, perhaps it would be a little easier for him to get Sealed Artifact 0-08.

Just as Lewis looked around, trying to find Miss Sharon, the zombie holding the golf club next to Maric suddenly raised the golf club and aimed at Maric's head...

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the zombie's golf club hit Maric on the head, breaking it directly.

Maric turned his head and looked at the zombie in surprise. Behind Maric, another zombie picked up a table tennis ball...

"Tsk...I'm going to encounter zombies. If I don't do anything, won't Maric be beaten to death by the zombies he raised?" Seeing that the situation was not good, Lewis hurriedly wrapped up the Azik copper whistle with his spiritual power.

The Azik Copper Whistle is related to Mr. Azik of the Path of Death, which gives it some extraordinary powers and the ability to affect undead creatures.

Of course, the prerequisite is that these undead creatures have not been comforted by a priest.

As Lewis wrapped Azik's copper whistle with his spiritual power, the zombies in the room finally quieted down. Maric glanced in surprise at the zombie who picked up the white table tennis ball and was about to smash it, his eyes full of confusion.

"Mr. Maric, I need to hire a bodyguard." Lewis looked around the room again, but it seemed that Maric was the only living person in the room. Miss Sharon might not be there, or she might not want to be discovered by him.

"Bodyguard?" Maric snatched the white ball from the zombie's hand, then calmly sat aside and wiped the club with chocolate powder, saying, "You want me to be your bodyguard? My price is not cheap."

Seeing the other party's confident look, Lewis felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know if he would be kicked out of the room by the furious Maric if he said "You are too weak" now.

However, the fact is, if he wants to get the Sealed Object 0-08, he needs a more powerful assistant. Maric is indeed not good enough.

"Actually, this matter is a bit difficult." Lewis thought for a moment and said truthfully: "This matter may involve a demigod..."

"Demigod?" Maric suddenly looked at Lewis. The golf club in his hand fell to the ground, and his calm image disappeared in an instant.

"You can go now. I won't be an enemy of a demigod." Maric ordered the zombies to drive Lewis out of the room. After locking the door, he picked up the golf club tremblingly.

No matter how much you hide it, I know you are scared… Lewis complained in his heart.

Perhaps, the only chance of solving this problem is to ask Mr. Azik for help. I don’t know how much memory Mr. Azik has recovered so far, and to what extent his strength has recovered.

Of course, he could also wait for Klein to hunt down Ince Zangwill and then take advantage of the situation, but this was not a good idea.

At that time, the Goddess of Night and that god would also be involved. He didn't believe that the two gods would help him. After all, Klein was more useful.

(End of this chapter)