Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 55 The First Commission

At this time, Maric's clothes were a little messy, and there was blue blood at the corners of his mouth. He looked as if he had just been beaten.

"You didn't see anything, remember that!" Maric pretended to get up from the ground naturally, and warned Lewis and Caspers in a cold voice.

"Yes, I can guarantee that we didn't see anything." Kaspers seemed to be afraid of Maric. He pinched his rosacea and agreed on behalf of Lewis.

"No need to hide it. I know you were beaten by the zombies you raised." Lewis secretly complained about Maric. He subconsciously looked into the billiard room, but unfortunately, he still did not find any trace of Miss Sharon.

However, considering that Miss Sharon is a Sequence Five after all, it is normal that he cannot find any traces.

"I hope I'm lucky enough to find a powerful assistant." Lewis left the Brave Bar on his own while thinking about the powerful seal.

Since the detective agency had not been open all day, Lewis began to wonder if his abnormal behavior today would be discovered by his neighbors. This was a side effect of his first murder.

"It's okay. Detectives are also very busy. Just assume that I received a commission today and went out to handle some business." Lewis poured himself a cup of black tea and drank it slowly. He felt that he might really need a maid.

It doesn't have to be a maid, an assistant is also fine, someone who can help you deal with trivial matters.

After drinking tea, Lewis went back to the second floor to rest until the next morning when he resumed business as usual.

Boom boom boom!
The long-awaited knock on the door came with the first ray of sunshine. Lewis subconsciously picked up yesterday's "Backlund Daily" and pretended to read it carefully.

“Come in.” While reading the newspaper, Lewis did not forget to respond to the knock on the door.

The person who pushed the door open was a lady in a black long dress and a wide round hat with a large brim.

"My beautiful lady, how can I help you?" Lewis stood up and made a cup of black tea for the guest, then asked with a smile.

"I'm Joan Yarlin." The lady subconsciously pushed the teacup aside. She frowned and thought for a moment, then raised her head and said nervously, "My husband hasn't been home for two days. I hope you can help me find him."

Due to nervousness, the lady's lips trembled slightly, showing a hint of sadness.

"I think this isn't a very difficult thing." Lewis maintained a reassuring smile. Finding someone wasn't difficult, especially for a "machine" like him.

Even if the lady's husband is involved in supernatural powers, he can find some clues as long as the people involved do not have the ability to counter-divination.

Ms. Joan subconsciously pinched the hem of her skirt with her left hand. She swallowed quietly and then said, "His name is Dick Yarlin. He has a small mustache. He is a bank clerk, so he usually wears gold-rimmed glasses."

"Dick Yarlin? This gentleman has the same last name as Ms. Joan. Is it because Ms. Joan changed her last name after she got married?"

Lewis listened quietly to the lady's story. In fact, appearance and position were not very important. As long as he could get the other person's personal belongings, he could see it through divination.

"Do you know where he usually goes?" Lewis asked again. Although the questions he asked were not related to divination, these questions made him look more like a professional detective.

"He was a bank clerk and usually worked at Hilton Bank. Even if he went out to eat occasionally, it was only with his colleagues." Ms. Joan paused and added, "I heard from my neighbors that he went to the Eros Center before he disappeared. I wonder if you know what kind of place the Eros Center is."

“No… I don’t know.” Lewis denied it subconsciously. He suddenly had the illusion that he was seen by acquaintances when he was visiting certain places.

Suppressing the blush on his face, Lewis coughed lightly and emphasized: "I hope you can give me some of your husband's personal belongings. These things can help the detective find some clues." Hearing Lewis' request, Ms. Joan's eyes changed slightly when she looked at Lewis, as if she was looking at a pervert.

"I'm sorry... I don't want my husband's personal belongings to appear in your place," Ms. Joan refused.

Lewis opened his mouth. He wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain to ordinary people that he could tell fortunes, so in the end he didn't say it.

"Anyway, I hope you can find him as soon as possible." Ms. Joan anxiously gave Lewis 8 pounds and explained that it was just a deposit and there would be a reward if he found clues to her husband.

Lewis happily accepted the eight-pound deposit. Generally speaking, if a detective could earn five pounds a week, it meant that his business was good.

"It is indeed a case of infidelity. I wonder if that gentleman will be in trouble." Lewis couldn't help but feel a little disappointed with his detective career, although he had heard that nearly half of the cases handled by private detectives were related to infidelity.

As for the other half of the incidents, most of them are about finding pets, and as for the real big cases, they are not usually encountered.

Wearing a formal suit and a top hat, Lewis planned to put on a good show.

Since he had not obtained Mr. Dick's personal belongings before, he was unable to use divination to find him. Whether he could find the other person depended on luck.

Lewis looked around the Eros Center and asked the waiter about Dick Yarlin.

According to the waiter, Dick Charlin did come to the Eros Center, but he just played a few games of billiards with his colleagues and then left in a hurry.

The clues ended here, but Lewis was not in a hurry. He rushed back to the detective agency when there was still an hour and a half before three o'clock in the afternoon.

"I'll attend the Tarot Club this afternoon, and then I'll go to White Swan Street in Queens to see if I can find the potion formula."

After making preparations for today's itinerary, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, then went up to the attic, waiting for the Tarot Club to begin.

Just after three o'clock, Lewis' eyes burst into a deep red. Passing through the gray fog and the almost crazy whispering, he saw the long bronze table above the gray fog.

The Fool was already sitting at the head of the long bronze table. Several figures also appeared after Lewis arrived, and they sat in their own seats.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

"And Mr. Hanged Man and the Sun."

Audrey lifted her skirt and greeted everyone in the gray fog one by one.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice." Lewis smiled faintly. It was time for him to collect the two thousand pounds reward for the "Follower".

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