At this time, Marić's clothes were a little messy, and there were dark blue blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and he looked as if he had just been beaten.

"You didn't see anything, remember!" Marić pretended to be natural and got up from the ground, and he warned Lewis and Caspars in a cold voice.

"Yes, I can guarantee that we didn't see anything." Caspars, who seemed to be afraid of Marić, pinched his rosacea and agreed on Lewis's behalf.

"Don't hide it, I know you were beaten by a living corpse you raised." Lewis complained to Marich secretly, and he subconsciously glanced into the billiard room, but unfortunately, he still did not find any trace of Miss Sharon's existence.

However, considering that Miss Sharon is a Sequence Five after all, it is normal that he can't find any traces.

"Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to find a strong assistant." Lewis thought about the powerful seal as he left the Brave Bar on his own.

Since the detective agency hadn't been open for a day, Lewis began to wonder if his unusual behavior today would be noticed by his neighbors, which was a side effect of the first killing.

"It's okay, the detective is also very busy, so I received a commission today and went outside to deal with affairs." Lewis poured himself a cup of black tea and drank it slowly, feeling that he might really need a maid.

It doesn't have to be a maid, but an assistant can also be an assistant who can help you with trivial matters.

After his tea, Lewis went back to the second floor to rest, and the next morning, he was open for business again.

Knock knock!

The long-lost knock on the door came with the first rays of sunshine, and Lewis subconsciously picked up yesterday's "Beckland Daily" and pretended to read it seriously.

"Please come in." While reading the newspaper, Lewis did not forget to reply to the knock on the door.

Pushing the door open was a lady in a long black dress, wearing a wide round hat with a large brim.

"Is there anything I can do to help you, this beautiful young lady?" Lewis got up and made a cup of black tea for the guest, then asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm Joan. Yarlin. The lady subconsciously pushed the black tea cup aside, she frowned and thought for a moment, then raised her head and said nervously: "My husband hasn't been home for two days, I hope you can help me find him." ”

The woman's lips fluttered slightly, showing a faint sense of sadness.

"I don't think it's that very difficult." Lewis maintains a reassuring smile that it won't be difficult to find someone, especially for him as a "machine."

Even if this lady's husband involves supernatural powers, as long as the person involved does not have the ability to reverse divination, he can find some clues.

Ms. Joan subconsciously pinched the frills on her skirt with her left hand, and she quietly made a swallowing motion, and then said, "His name is Dick. Yarlin, who has a mustache, is a bank clerk, so he usually wears gold-rimmed glasses. ”

"Dick. Yarlin? This gentleman's surname is the same as Ms. Joan's, is it because Ms. Joan changed her surname after getting married? ”

Lewis listened quietly to the lady's story, in fact, appearance and position are not very important, as long as he gets the other party's personal belongings, he can see through divination.

"Do you know where he usually goes?" Lewis asked, albeit with questions that had nothing to do with divination, but which would make him more like a professional detective.

"He's a bank clerk, and he usually works at Hilton Bank, even if he goes out to eat occasionally, only with his colleagues." Ms. Joan paused, adding, "I heard from a neighbor that he went to the Eros Center before he disappeared, and I wonder if you know what kind of place the Eros Center is. ”

"No...... I do not know. Lewis subconsciously denied it, and he suddenly had the illusion that he was being seen by acquaintances when he visited certain places.

Suppressing the blushing expression on his old face, Lewis coughed lightly and emphasized, "I hope you can give me some of your husband's personal belongings, which can allow the detective to see some clues." ”

Hearing Lewis's request, Ms. Joan's eyes changed slightly when she looked at Lewis, as if she was looking at a pervert.

"Sorry...... I don't want my husband's personal belongings to be with you. Ms. Joan refused.

Lewis opened his mouth, he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to explain to ordinary people that he knew how to divination, and in the end he didn't say it.

"Anyway, I hope you can find him soon." Ms. Joan anxiously gave Lewis 8 pounds, explaining that it was only a deposit, and that it would be rewarded if she found a clue about her husband.

Lewis happily accepted an eight-pound deposit, and a typical detective can earn five pounds a week, which means that business is good.

"Sure enough, it's a cheating incident, I don't know if that gentleman will be unlucky." Lewis couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his detective career, even though he had long heard that nearly half of the incidents handled by private investigators were related to cheating.

As for the other half of the incidents, the vast majority are looking for pets, and as for the real big cases, they are usually not encountered.

Dressed in a formal suit and a top hat, Lewis was going to make a good appearance.

Since he hadn't gotten Mr. Dick's belongings before, he couldn't use divination to find someone, and whether he could find him was a matter of luck.

Lewis looked at the Eros Center and asked the waiter about Dick. Message from Yarlin.

According to the waiter, Dick. Charlin did come to the Eros Center, but left in a hurry after just a few games of billiards with his colleagues.

The clue was broken here, and Lewis was not in a hurry, and when there was still an hour and a half before three o'clock in the afternoon, he rushed back to the detective agency.

"Attend the tarot meeting in the afternoon, and then I'll go to White Swan Street in Queens in the evening, and maybe I can get a potion formula."

Ready for today's trip, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency and went up to the attic, waiting for the tarot meeting to begin.

Just past three o'clock, a burst of crimson erupted in front of Lewis's eyes, and through the gray mist and the almost insanely crazy murmur, he saw the long bronze table above the gray mist.

The "Fool" was already seated at the top of the long bronze table, and several figures appeared after Lewis arrived, and they were seated in their places.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

"And Mr. Hanged Man and the Sun."

Audrey lifted the hem of her skirt and greeted the people above the gray mist one by one.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice." Lewis smiled faintly, he should have asked for two thousand pounds for the "dependent".