Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 88 Official Personnel
After deliberately leaving some traces in the sewer, Lewis returned to the detective agency and waited for the police to visit.

The devil is a creature with a strong sense of revenge. He has caused harm to the demon dog today. If he does not deal with it in time, the dog may come to seek revenge on him.

If you want to get rid of the demon dog, the best way is to reveal the news of the demon dog to the authorities. With the power of the authorities, you will get results soon.

Back in the attic, Lewis did not dare to keep the pitch-black bell with him. He used a sacrificial ceremony to give it to Klein and temporarily stored it above the gray fog to prevent some official extraordinary people from tracking it down.

When he needs this item, he can pray to Klein again, just as if it was passed from one of Mr. Fate's favored ones to another.

"The advantage of having many followers is reflected here." Lewis smiled indifferently and fell asleep.

……

In the morning, just as it was getting light, Lewis heard a knock on the door of the detective agency. He yawned, got up and went downstairs to open the door.

Standing in front of the gate were a policeman and an inspector. The inspector had the logo of "crossed swords and a crown" embroidered on his chest. He was a gentleman with gray-blue eyes.

The policeman in front of him looked much rougher, with a beer belly, a scarred face, and a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"Hey, did you kill a lady last night and dump her body in the sewer?" the scarred policeman asked rudely with a ferocious look on his face.

Lewis pretended to be scared and took a step back, then pretended to be panicked and explained:

“No, Mr. Policeman, I was just unlucky and fell into the sewer last night, and then I met a black dog. There were organs in the corners of the black dog’s mouth, and it made a chewing sound that made my scalp tingle.

I was so scared that I ran away shouting for someone to save me.

Fortunately, the black dog did not follow me, and I fell several times and struggled to get out of the sewer. "

"You are lying!" The rude policeman stared at Lewis fiercely and questioned him without any reason.

"Okay, okay." The inspector at the side smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Whether he is lying or not, it will all be decided by our experts."

After that, the inspector turned to Lewis and asked, "I want you to meet our experts. If what you said is true, you will be released soon. Of course, if you lied, you will be imprisoned."

"No problem." Lewis pretended to be relieved. He saw a carriage with the logo of "Crossed Swords and a Crown" parked on the side of the road.

Because it was early in the morning, there were no pedestrians or carriages on the empty streets. It seemed that as long as he ran out from here, he could leave Hilton District and Backlund.

"Tricking me into making a mistake, what an old-fashioned trick." Lewis laughed in his heart, he got on the carriage to face the expert who was about to come.

In fact, Lewis knew that the expert had been in front of him for a long time. This young inspector should be a "nightmare" of Sequence Seven.

As early as when he first opened the door, he was pulled into a dream, and everything that happened in the dream was just a test of himself.

The carriage slowly moved into the haze, and the boundless shadow put a heavy pressure on people's hearts, as if everything suggested that Lewis would meet a bad ending.

"Detective, let me ask you again, is what you just said true?" The inspector asked coldly in the carriage, holding the church ceremony in his hand. "I can guarantee that everything I said is true." Lewis quickly agreed.

Sometimes, truthfulness does not mean having nothing to hide, just like what he said, every word was true, but it hid a lot of important information.

"Very good." The inspector smiled slightly, and the scene in front of Lewis changed. He opened his eyes in the detective agency and was about to push open the door.

Knowing that he had passed the examination, Lewis pretended to be puzzled and opened the door of the detective agency, looking around for someone.

Spreading his hands, Lewis returned to the room, boiled hot water according to the normal procedure, made a cup of coffee and started drinking.

He did not immediately hold a ceremony to get the bell back. Although he had passed the previous inspection, it did not mean that the officials had no doubts about him.

Recalling what happened last night, Lewis couldn’t help rubbing his eyes.

“You should be moderate when it comes to picking up money. If you overdraw too much luck on this kind of thing, you will easily encounter bad luck.

Last night's bad luck even made me encounter the crime scene of the demon dog, and I almost got into a fight with it.

'Lucky' is a favored person by fate, but I shouldn't overuse the favor. "

Suddenly, Lewis felt the signs of the potion being digested, which showed that the summary was effective and met the requirements of the role-playing method.

……

In an alley not far from the detective agency, a man and a woman walked out of the alley, found a carriage on the side of the road, and bought a copy of the Backlund Morning Post.

Looking closely, the male gentleman was the inspector who appeared in Lewis' dream, but at this moment, the inspector was not wearing a uniform, but a windbreaker and a top hat, and his gray-blue eyes looked sharply into the distance.

"Have you confirmed? What's the detective's condition?" The lady lit a cigarette, crossed her legs elegantly, and exhaled the smoke gently.

"He's fine. In dreams, everyone shows their truest side." The man replied calmly, looking at the newspaper.

"He was lucky enough to be able to leave alive after seeing the devil's crime scene." The lady crossed her legs and said, "We never thought that the serial killer was not a human, but a devil dog."

“This may have something to do with his actions. When he encountered the devil, he did not think of running away or fighting hard, but called for help immediately.

Perhaps it was his cry for help that scared away the devil and bought him time to escape.

This detective chose the best solution, which is rare for ordinary people."

The gentleman folded the newspaper into a neat square and put it in his pocket, rubbing his forehead.

Thanks to the lucky detective, they discovered that the murderer of the serial killer was a demon dog, which was very helpful in handling the case next.

(End of this chapter)