Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 94 Good looks

After understanding the content, Lewis put the letter away and waited for the bounty to be distributed by the famous detective Isengard Stanton.

He didn't know how much money he would get in the end, but it certainly wouldn't be much, after all, there were more than a dozen detectives involved in this case.

Of course, he didn't play any role in this case, he just told some of the things he knew.

That’s why the feeling of getting a free bounty is always so pleasurable.

Boom boom boom!
Hearing the knock on the door, Lewis imagined a butler in a tuxedo and thin white gloves. He picked up today's Backlund Morning Post and read it with a frown.

"Please come in."

As Lewis’s voice fell, the person outside the door walked in.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Lewis made a cup of black tea for the butler and asked with a smile.

The housekeeper took a look at the brewed black tea and chattered, "Mr. Detective, the black tea you bought is not fresh. It should be the stock from last year or the year before."

Lewis frowned, his first reaction was that the shops in the Hilton District actually sold fake goods, and his second reaction was that he had met a big customer.

Although middle-class people like him can afford to hire servants or housekeepers, most of them lack professional qualities and it is difficult for them to be so particular about tea.

"I don't think this will affect our conversation. These teas were given to me by a friend, and I've only drunk this kind of tea." Lewis spread his hands and explained.

After Lewis's reminder, the butler seemed to suddenly remember something serious. He took off his hat, sat opposite Lewis, and said:
"I am the butler of Mr. Wilbur, a real estate businessman. I have a mission for you, Detective Lewis."

"What mission?" Lewis asked with a faint smile.

“This is about investigating Mr. Wilbur’s child. She has been going out at night lately, making friends with bad people, and doing some weird things.

Oh, and sometimes she would make strange screams at night, screams that were scary," the housekeeper explained with a straight face.

"So, Mr. Wilbur wants me to investigate the specific situation of this child. What happened to her, or what kind of bad friends did she make?"

Isn't this what those extremely controlling parents are like... Lewis thought silently.

"Yes, the fee is 10 pounds. If you find out anything through your investigation, there will be a reward of 5 to 10 pounds later," said the butler.

Lewis took out a coin from his pocket and silently recited the divination sentence:
"This thing is going to go well."

The coin was tossed and landed on the palm of the hand, with the smiling head of George III, indicating a positive answer.

"Okay, but if I really find out the reason or solve this problem, the subsequent reward will be increased to 20 pounds!" Lewis reminded that those who are willing to spend 10 pounds to buy the truth will never mind adding another 10 pounds.

The butler crossed his hands over his chest, paused, and said, "I can't make a decision on this matter. Perhaps you can talk to Mr. Wilbur."

"Of course. Please take me to meet Mr. Wilbur and that lady. If everything goes well, I will start the investigation immediately."

Lewis put away the coin and followed the butler into a private carriage to a house with a pointed roof and a gray chimney in the suburbs of Hilton District.

Anthracite was burning in the red brick fireplace, bringing warmth to the room. The living room was filled with valuable oil paintings and antiques, as well as some collectible wines, each bottle of which was very expensive.

Lewis saw Wilbur, a slightly round real estate businessman, sitting on a recliner in the living room, wearing informal clothes. "It's really luxurious to burn anthracite in the living room! Maybe I can get more compensation."

Lewis smiled faintly, looked at the real estate businessman, took off his hat and saluted, saying:

"I'm Lewis Harvey, detective of 19 Ault Street."

"I heard that you want to increase your salary?" Wilbur glanced at Lewis with a gloomy expression.

"It's just an increase in the reward. I think my labor is worth the price. Besides, if you can get these rewards, it means that your previous commission was not in vain, isn't it?" Lewis said neither humbly nor arrogantly. He had the illusion of facing a capitalist.

Wilbur's face became even gloomier. He thought for a while and said with a painful tone:

"I can accept your conditions, but the deadline is within a week. Find out what is wrong with my child and understand the cause of the abnormality within a week."

"Of course!" Lewis changed the subject and asked, "Can I see her now?"

Wilbur nodded, and Lewis followed the butler up to the second floor and entered the room on the left.

The real estate businessman's child was a slim girl, about twenty years old, with beautiful light blonde hair.

When Lewis came in, she was playing beautiful music on the piano, as quiet as the breeze blowing across the lake, and she seemed to be completely immersed in it.

As Lewis approached the girl, the quiet piano sound suddenly stopped, and the girl looked at Lewis with a trashy look, her teeth clenched tightly.

The girl has good facial expressions… Lewis praised silently.

He took off his hat, saluted slightly, and said, "Hello, I'm Lewis Harvey, a private detective."

"No! Butler, tell Dad that I don't need a private detective. I'm fine now and there's no problem at all."

Lewis smiled indifferently. People with problems always emphasize that they have no problems. From the moment he entered the room, he sensed a chilly feeling.

This is a sign of the appearance of vengeful spirits or undead creatures. It is obvious that this young lady seems to have provoked something that should not be provoked.

“Miss Elena, this is not something I can decide. Please have a good talk with Mr. Lewis.” The butler left the room, and suddenly there were only two people left in the room.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in succession and turned on his spiritual vision. There was no vengeful spirit in the room, and Miss Elena’s aura color was normal, except that she was a little unhappy.

"You play the piano very well. Have you been practicing for a long time?" Lewis tried to strike up a conversation. If Miss Elena was willing to cooperate, that would be great. If not, he would have to look for another opportunity.

"No! Please leave here, now, immediately!" Elena pointed at the door, her teeth clenched tightly and making a chattering sound.

"Okay." Lewis spread his hands. Just because there was no abnormality during the day didn't mean there was no abnormality at night. Undead creatures such as vengeful spirits usually acted at night.

After going downstairs, Lewis told the real estate businessman about the situation and concealed the details of his supernatural powers.

After some discussion, he got permission to stay here that night.

(End of this chapter)