Seeing Mr. Bernie's unpretentious figure departing through the open door, Lewis thought for a moment, re-wrote the sign that Mrs. Cama had left behind for the transfer of the shop, and then closed the door.

A wooden sign hung on the door of the detective agency, with the words "more professional than the detective opposite" written on it.

By noon, Lewis's mind was moving, and he turned on his vision to see the four-foot-tall bone messenger emerge from under the floor, and he leaned down humanely to hand the letter to Lewis.

"So good attitude today? That's not what you were supposed to be yesterday. Lewis complained to the couriers, and he remembered that Mr. Azik's couriers seemed to be not one, but a group.

Obviously, this one today is not the same one as the one yesterday.

"I hope you'll be the one who delivers the letter next time." Lewis took Mr. Azik's letter and thanked the messenger sincerely.

The Bone Courier spun around and turned into illusory fountains of bones that fell beneath the floor.

Unwrapping the letter, Lewis saw Mr. Azik's handwriting.

"Thank you very much for your letter, your paintings are so good that I even suspected that you are a professional painter at one point.

But I'm sorry, I'm just an associate professor of history, and I don't know how to appreciate it, so I had to put the painting in my office and hang it. ”

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, the painting was not something he wanted to send, but the bad character of the bone messenger forcibly took it.

"It seems that Mr. Azik has not received my letter yet, and the postman is still too fast."

After thinking about it, Lewis decided to rewrite a letter to Mr. Azik. After all, helping Mr. Azik regain his memories is also about helping himself.

Preparing the letter paper and envelope, Lewis took out his silver pen and began to write......

Suddenly, he was struck by inspiration, put away the letter and the silver pen, and pretended to look at today's news report in deep profundity.

A woman in a beret pushed open the door and entered, and she looked at Lewis with an anxious look on her face.

Lewis hurriedly put away the pen and paper, he looked at the young lady with long blond hair, and asked in a deep voice, "Miss, do you need help?" ”

"Mr. Lewis, my cat is lost, it's a stupid cat with short blue fur that never catches mice."

So, the cat you're talking about is Tom? …… Lewis curled the corners of his mouth, remembering the blue cat.

However, he didn't plan to take on this business, and the first task in his detective career was to find cats, which damaged the image of a famous detective.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I'm good at it." Lewis put down the newspaper and said coldly.

"The cat's name is John, and if you can help me get it back, I'm willing to pay five pounds." Ignoring Lewis's refusal, the blonde lady took out her purse and handed it to Lewis five pound bills from the drummering purse.

"What did you just say, sir? You're not good at it? It was only then that the blonde lady noticed Lewis's words and added.

"I mean, I'm not good at failing." Lewis took only four pounds, pushed the other one back, and said, "I need information about the cat, preferably the hair it left behind or the items it has used, from which a detective can determine a cat's habits, and even more so a cat's hobbies." ”

"You're such a serious detective. A true detective deserves a profession like you. The lady withdrew a pound and handed Lewis the bell she had brought with her that pet cat had worn.

"Come before the sun goes down, and I'll find your pet 'John' soon." Lewis took off his top hat and winked at the lady.

Of course, if he hasn't found it in the evening, it means that he will have a hard time finding the cat in the future.

"Looking forward to hearing from you." The blonde lady left the Lewis Detective Agency, and she hoped that Lewis would really be more professional than the detective opposite.

After all, Detective Bernie across the street has been looking for 'John' for a week and has charged her an eight-pound commission fee, which is not good news.

Lewis wrote the divination phrase 'John's Cat's location' on a note with a pen and a note of his mind gradually emptied, holding a bell in one hand and a note in the other, and fell asleep.

Through the pure white in front of you, you can see a chaotic neighborhood.

At the entrance to the block, Lewis could see vendors selling pan-fried fish and ginger beer, clad in dirty old clothes and shouting at the top of their voices to make them louder. Suddenly, a blue cat passes behind the vendor and steals a small dried fish.

As the screen turns, Lewis sees the location of a bachelor apartment, with a crumbling wooden staircase and handrails, and it seems that if you walk up to it, you risk stepping on it.

Lewis saw a dimly lit room with only a little sunlight shining in.

There was a little girl in ragged clothes, a lady with a black scar on the corner of her right eye, and a man in the small room, a middle-aged man with a sleek, lifeless face, whose right foot seemed to have been broken, and a dirty rag tied to it, around which flies were flying.

Under the high and low bed where the man was lying, the blue cat was tethered all the time, and it crawled quietly in the shadows, making a threatening cry.

Lewis wakes up from his sleep and learns that there is no supernatural element involved in the John's Cat incident, so he can find the approximate location using the rod method and then look for it according to the characteristics of the dream.

"Wait, I'm going to send a letter to Mr. Azik, it's very important." Just after changing into a suit, Lewis rubbed his forehead, his memory has been getting worse and worse recently, and he always feels that something is wrong.

Lewis continued to take out his pen, and when he finished the letter, he told Azik about the town of Darlam, hoping to take him there.

The brass whistle sounded, and a white bone messenger emerged from under the floor, the messenger about four meters tall looked down at Lewis, and it didn't catch it until Lewis threw out the letter.

Lewis frowned as the bone messenger turned into an illusory fountain waterfall and disappeared, for a moment, he really wanted to use the bone messenger just now to block the knife, this is the revenge that a traverser deserves.

Without much delay, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency, and then followed the cane to the bottom of Iron Cross Street.

At the entrance to the street, vendors selling pan-fried fish and ginger beer shouted the slogan of Lewis's dream.