Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 72 Qilingos
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There was a regular knock on the door, and Lewis had a picture of the person outside the door in his mind. This was a beautiful blonde lady with fascinating beauty, and she was about twenty years old.

Why is it her? ... Lewis frowned. This kind of coincidence didn’t feel good at all, and it always reminded him of Amon.

"Come in." Lewis picked up the newspaper and pretended to read it carefully, which was more in line with the image of an excellent detective.

The beautiful lady, who was as beautiful as an elf, opened the door. She looked at Lewis with a smile, full of surprise, and said, "We meet again."

"Yes, I think this must be the arrangement of the goddess. Wind... Praise the goddess!" Lewis nodded four times in front of his chest, pretending to thank the goddess sincerely.

She didn't dare look at the beautiful lady who was as beautiful as an elf. The feeling of being forced to arouse desire was not very comfortable.

"Excuse me?" Putting down the newspaper, Lewis focused his eyes on the door behind the lady to avoid the hot feeling in his abdomen caused by looking directly at it.

"I'd like to invite you to the dinner I'm hosting this Friday. As neighbors, we need to communicate more often."

"I'd love to." Lewis smiled faintly and agreed.

Dinner parties are one of the most important forms of communication in the world. Not only do they reflect the financial strength of a middle-class person, they also serve as important occasions for socializing and blind dates.

Being invited to a dinner party by neighbors means that one's income has reached the threshold of the middle class.

"Well, I look forward to your coming." The lady exchanged a few words with Lewis, left her name, and then left.

Blau stared blankly in the direction where Miss Windsor left, and gradually frowned.

Lewis suddenly glanced at a five-pound note out of the corner of his eye. He stepped on the note and pretended nothing had happened.

He knew that this was fate's favor. The "lucky guy" was such a character. Picking up money anytime and anywhere and being invited by beautiful ladies were daily occurrences.

Of course, most "lucky people" will not choose to pick up money. After all, luck is a kind of balance. If you overdraw too much luck on this kind of thing, you may encounter bad luck later.

"There's something wrong with Miss Windsor." After a moment, Blau whispered, "She's too charming. This is not normal."

"So you've also noticed that Miss Windsor is indeed not quite right." Lewis pretended to bend over to pick up her shoes. He quietly picked up the five-pound note and put it in his pocket.

"But I can't see any problem with her. Under the psychic vision, she looks just like an ordinary person."

"Is that so? It turns out you can't see her abnormality." Lewis didn't continue to dwell on Miss Windsor's question. He coughed lightly and said, "Let's go to the restaurant for dinner tonight. I'll treat you."

After picking up the money, you must do something meaningful. This is also for the balance of fate. Those who embezzle it often don’t end up well.

"It's rare that you are so generous." Blau did not continue to dwell on Miss Windsor's issue. He got up to make some tea.

After a while, Blau began to move around the room and even went outside the detective agency.

"I lost five pounds, which was all the cash I had." After a while, Blau turned back and asked Lewis, "Did you see it?"

“No, maybe the five pounds chased the wind and left.” Lewis used the power of the “machine” to maintain his own state and said coldly.

"Blau is a priest of disaster, and I am a lucky man. He dropped the money and I picked it up. This is in line with the arrangement of fate. For the sake of our respective promotions, the money should not be returned to him." Lewis took a sip of red tea and thought silently.

…A grand ball was taking place in Duke Negan’s mansion in the Queen’s District of Backlund.

This place is divided into two parts. One part is the dance hall, which is located on the ground floor and is paved with gorgeous stone slabs carved with intricate patterns. In the corner, there is an excellent band belonging to Duke Negan. Going up along the steps of the hall, there is a circular corridor on the second floor. The guests stand in front of the railings with wine glasses in their hands, looking down at the dance below.

Audrey Hall, who danced the opening dance, was originally standing on the second floor of the ballroom. When she found that many people were eager to come over and invite her to dance, she wisely left the place and stepped onto the corridor leading to the "restaurant".

Audrey looked down at her toes and walked in a straight line out of boredom. At this moment, she saw a figure approaching from the corner of her eye.

She quickly slowed down her pace, straightened her back, and instantly turned back into the elegant and quiet Miss Hall.

"Hello, Baron Gramir." Audrey greeted with a perfect smile and etiquette.

"Hello, Miss Hall, you are the brightest and most dazzling jewel of this ball."

After a few pleasantries, Baron Gramiel walked towards the ballroom. Audrey took a few steps and suddenly frowned, her green eyes full of doubts:

"Baron Gramire is different now. In the past, when he saw a lady or lady who was more beautiful than him, he would look away, not daring to look directly at her, and would constantly steal glances at her...

Also, his perfume smells wrong."

Suddenly, Audrey thought of a possibility, and her bright green eyes froze:
"Could it be Qilingos in disguise? 'Creeping Hunger' has the ability to change a person's appearance into different forms."

Thinking of this, Audrey found Duke Negan's small prayer room. He whispered the name of "The Fool" and began to pray.

……

Daffodil Street, Tingen.

Klein heard a buzzing whisper in his ears. He went up to the second floor and sealed the entire room with a sealed spiritual wall.

After walking four steps backwards into the gray fog, Klein touched the star that symbolized "justice." He saw a blurry picture of Miss Justice bowing her head and praying.

After watching the footage, Klein had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Miss Justice met someone similar to Qilingos? I must convey this to The Hanged Man and Fate."

Klein quickly found the star that belonged to the Hanged Man and transferred the image to the Hanged Man.

However, when it came to "Destiny", Klein was at a loss. He had never touched the star that belonged to "Destiny".

"'Destiny' seems to be related to the gray fog. Assuming that his gaze has always been above the gray fog, I should be able to play the video directly to him."

Thinking of this, Klein aimed the screen at the high-back chair where Destiny often sat and started playing.

He hoped to inform "Destiny" in this way. If "Destiny" did not receive the notification, he could only write to Mr. Azik, hoping to attract Mr. Azik's attention.

(End of this chapter)