Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 70 The Best Sacrifice to the Evil God
The dim gas lights cast shadows on the goods displayed on the shelves. Lewis asked the boss for some black tea and some high-quality coffee beans.

He asked about prices and bargained, occasionally asking about irrelevant items such as spices and beans, just like a regular customer who frequents this place.

Lewis took out two soli and five pence and gave it to the boss. He suddenly felt a sharp gaze.

This sudden danger did not panic him. He suppressed his curiosity and did not look back, but secretly rubbed the silver ring on his finger with his thumb.

After a few seconds, the piercing pain disappeared, and Lewis completed the transaction with his boss.

"Someone was looking at us just now. Did you see him clearly?" Lewis asked Blau. He had only been in Backlund for a short time and rarely made enemies.

According to speculation, the piercing gaze just now might have come from a member of the Blood Cult. During the operation to rescue Dick that day, the extraordinary person who looked out the window not only discovered him, but also might have seen his face clearly.

"Well, a very strong man, a little bald, but he's gone," Blau replied.

"Wait, the man who had sex with Mrs. Joan was also very strong, but I can't confirm whether he was bald." Lewis recalled the divination dream and couldn't help but conclude that there was a very high possibility that this man was the murderer.

After picking up the things he bought, Lewis rushed out of the store. He tried to find the person who had made him feel dangerous before, but the person had already blended into the crowd and could no longer be found.

"I hope he just happened to see me and showed hostility." Lewis added silently. He didn't dare to stay here, so he chose to leave.

……

As evening approached and the last ray of sunlight fell through the glass window and darkness gradually engulfed the street, Dick Yarlin pushed open the door of the detective agency.

"Mr. Lewis." Dick Yarlin's face was filled with grief. He bowed slightly and said:
"I request to terminate the previous commission. My wife, Joan Yarlin, has already..."

Halfway through his speech, Dick Yarlin choked up.

Lewis' heart trembled, he already understood what happened.

"The person who killed Miss Joan is most likely that extraordinary person. When I was fortune-telling, they were still making love in bed."

Lewis was a little confused. It was less than an hour from the end of the divination to when he arrived at the crime scene, but the police's response was far beyond his expectations.

"No, it definitely took more than an hour! Divination is a hint from the spirit world. The scene I saw may have happened before the divination."

Lewis frowned. This tragedy was already doomed from the moment Mrs. Joan entrusted herself to that extraordinary being.

"I heard about this, too. I'm sorry for what happened to you." Lewis handed the handkerchief to Dick.

Dick took the handkerchief and wiped his tears. After a moment, he was sobbing uncontrollably.

Lewis waited quietly for the other party to vent his emotions until a while later, when it was completely dark. He lit the gas lamp and boiled water.

Seeing that Dick Yarlin's mood had calmed down a little, Lewis returned the heavy camera to him.

"I deeply sympathize with what happened to you, but this was an accident. We were powerless to stop it. I believe Ms. Joan can understand." Lewis suddenly remembered what he had done. At this stage, he was powerless to stop his fate.

After a pause, Lewis asked again: “I want to know if Mrs. Joan called the police after you were kidnapped.”

Dick Yarlin's pupils gradually lost focus. He stared at the dancing flame of the gas lamp for a while and said in a cold voice: "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood now and don't want to mention this." "Sorry, I shouldn't ask too much." Lewis poured Dick a cup of black tea. Dick politely declined and left the detective agency.

After the other party left, Lewis immediately started tossing the coin.

"Mr. Dick was just disappointed."

"Zheng!"

The head of George III is facing upwards, which means that the divination result is positive, which means that Mrs. Joan did not call the police after Mr. Dick was kidnapped.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mrs. June knew about Mr. Dick’s kidnapping.

But Mrs. Joan, who had already cheated on her husband, wanted her husband dead, so she didn't call the police. Instead, she just found a little-known rookie detective, and that rookie detective was me.

Not only will hiring a rookie detective not save Mr. Dick, it will also help Mrs. Joan clear herself of suspicion and leave her with the image of a good wife, which will help her inherit her husband's estate.

Unfortunately, she was unlucky. Although I was a novice detective, I was no rookie. I rescued her husband without much effort."

Lewis sighed. Mrs. Joan must have been very unhappy when Mr. Dick was rescued.

However, he did not intend to tell Mr. Dick the truth. It might be better to let a gentleman keep a good imagination of his wife than to tell him the cruel truth.

"Mrs. Joan is dead," said Blau, calmly. "She died of her own greed and depravity."

"Fallen?" Lewis frowned, and many things suddenly became clear.

A fallen soul is the best sacrifice to the evil god. When Mrs. Joan chose to betray her husband, perhaps her death was already inevitable.

"Sometimes, fallen people may be more terrifying than demons. Mr. Dick may never know that his wife is such a person." Lewis couldn't help but sigh. In any case, this matter will be handled by the authorities later and it has nothing to do with him.

He now hopes that the authorities will catch the extraordinary person who seduced Mrs. Joan into corruption as soon as possible. After all, this may be related to his own safety.

The room was silent, and only the flickering light of the gas lamp showed that everything was not still.

Suddenly, Lewis was inspired and began to have clairvoyance.

I saw a huge bony claw stretched out from the ground, then threw the letter on the coffee table, and then the bony claw retracted and disappeared.

"You never know which messenger will deliver the letter this time. It's as unsettling as opening a blind box." Lewis picked up the letter from Mr. Azik and glanced at the content.

"Mr. Azik has decided to come to Backlund tomorrow. This should be considered good news, both for me and the members of the Tarot Club." Lewis rubbed his eyes and burned the letters he had read, leaving no trace.

Blau was once again shocked by the huge skeleton messenger. Among all the messengers he had seen, the skeleton messenger must be the most shocking.

This doesn't look like a messenger at all. Instead, it looks like a supernatural creature full of danger and power, and a leader at that.

(End of this chapter)