Taking advantage of the night, Lewis returned to the detective agency with the bag on his shoulder, and he hid the stolen goods, and he couldn't help but feel the heat in his lower abdomen.

"I've been a bit unlucky lately. Both Cherie and Sierra were offended to death by me, and after today's incident, I don't know if I can still prostitute in vain in the future. Lewis sighed, he decided not to go to the Wharton Mansion for a while, it was time for him to look for potions, about the recipe for Sequence Seven 'Lucky Ones'.

As a small city, Tingen has few hidden trading places, and all Lewis knows of is an underground trading market, and this black market is under the watchful eye of the church, and there are basically no supernatural materials or magical items that are too cherished in it.

It can be said that this underground black market does not deserve to be called a gathering of transcendents at all, and should be called a holy place for occult lovers.

Before Lewis crossed, the original owner of the body had also heard of this place, but he had never been there, after all, his money was spent on the girl.

Also, if Lewis is not mistaken, there is no potion recipe to be found in the underground market in Tingen, because the small city of Tingen lacks a strong notary to determine whether the potion recipe is real or fake.

"If I can't find the 'lucky' formula by the time I've digested the 'machine' potion, maybe I'll consider going to Beckland. Don't get your hopes up though, after all, Tingen City is rarely haunted by the transcendents of fate, let alone find the potion of Sequence Seven. ”

Late at night, Lewis locks the door of the detective agency and goes home to rest. He hoped that the policeman would send the final payment, otherwise he would have to come to the door to ask for it, after all, it was the fruit of his labor.

……

In the morning, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the room, Moses. Mario got the Tingen Morning Post today.

He carefully searched for the accidental death on the lower street of Iron Cross, but found that the content of today's newspaper was normal, nothing more than that the time to run for parliament was approaching, and what a certain big man had promised.

Of course, Moses. Mario knows that the promises of the big guys are all fake, and they are just trying to get votes.

Rummaging through the entire nooks and crannies of the newspaper, Moses Mario was shaken to the fact that today's daily newspaper was indeed different, with the accidental death in the ghetto coming to an abrupt end and being replaced by three miraculous healing events.

The newspaper said that in the lower street of Iron Cross, three dying people were sheltered by the eternal sun in the evening, and their incurable illness, even declared imminent death by the doctor, was suddenly cured by a miracle that descended on them.

"The journalist who wrote this must be a believer in the eternal sun, who smells of money between the lines, who are crude and vulgar, and who have nothing but exploitation and gold pounds in their minds." Moses. Mario brews a cup of coffee with hot water, and only he knows that it is a real detective who solves the matter.

No, not a detective! A true detective!

Moses. Mario excitedly put down the newspaper, he took off his police uniform, changed into civilian clothes, and went to the location of the Lewis Detective Agency in the Night Vanilla Block.

Pushing open the door, Detective Lewis was looking at today's newspaper solemnly, his face full of sadness, as if he was worried about the future of the city of Tingen.

Moses. Mario couldn't help but be in awe, Detective Lewis has noble qualities and excellent enterprising spirit, which are not comparable to those curly-haired baboons who are running for Congress, and they are also qualities worthy of learning from the Bernie detective opposite for a lifetime.

"Mr. Lewis." Moses. Mario took off his top hat and sat down in front of Lewis, who rushed to apologize for disturbing Lewis's thoughts.

Lewis looked up and he got up and made a cup of coffee for Moses. Mario, with a faint smile, asked in a divine tone, "I see that you seem to be in a good mood, is there anything good?" ”

"Mr. Lewis, first of all, I would like to thank you in a private capacity, knowing that you have handled an extremely difficult case." Moses. Mario said solemnly: "Although those fools who do not know the truth will only praise the sun, I will take your good deeds to heart. ”

"You're welcome, that's what a detective should be, but I can't tell you the specifics of what happened." Lewis frowned slightly, he wanted to remind the police gentleman not to talk nonsense, there was nothing wrong with praising the sun.

If it weren't for the fact that he had become a dependant of the goddess, he would have liked to praise the sun, after all, the guardian of commerce was very rich at first sight, and he would not have to pick on the most devout believers.

"I understand that such a strange and unpredictable method of killing must be beyond the comprehension of us ordinary people, and Mr. Lewis does not want to panic the people after announcing it." Moses. Mario was unconscious, talking to himself about his guesses, and he actually guessed a little bit of the truth.

"After the award, there are some things that I really can't tell you, this is not only my personal cultivation, but also related to a lot of secrets." Lewis frowned, preoccupied with the remaining six pounds, which he had paid for with his life.

But since Moses. Mario came in and talked about it, and he didn't mean to pay at all, is this going to be in arrears?

This is not good news, as a true transcendent will surely let the delinquent know the cost of default.

We talked about it for an hour, Moses. Mario said everything he could guess before he looked at his pocket watch and said, "I remember there's something going on."

"By the way, Mr. Lewis, this is the commission fee I owe you, you are a true detective." Just got up, Moses. Mario suddenly remembered the commission he owed Lewis, and he pulled out a six-pound bill from his bag and handed it to Lewis.

"Good luck." Lewis accepted the money and said hello happily, this time he meant it.

Lewis was relieved to have earned sixteen pounds in two days, and his recent livelihood should not be worried. However, there is still a lot of money left to buy potion formulas, and both formulas and potions require a lot of gold pounds to support them, and this is the reality.

Towards the end of the afternoon, seeing that the office had no business, Lewis locked the door, changed into formal clothes and went to the Dragon Bar, intending to go to the underground trading market.

In the center of the Dragon Bar stands a boxing ring, and the glow of dusk shines through the glass windows on the warm-up boxers, giving them a healthy color.

Around the boxing ring, dozens of drinkers sipped beers and discussed who they were betting on today.

Walking outside the billiards, Lewis saw a few more dogs ready to go, and he knew that these dogs should be the seeded players in the "dog to mouse" competition. I have to say that the person who invented this game really has a lot of personality.