Dunn. Smith hurriedly kicked open the door, and he saw that the floor, the piano, and the ceiling were all covered with a blood-blooded, viscous liquid with dense black short hairs.

Old Neil's gray head hung in midair, connected to the ceiling by a thick slime.

When Dunn entered, Old Neil's skull had been lifted open by the Hunter Bullet, revealing a white and red liquid.

On the table in the living room, there was a silver ring with intricate patterns, and the power of the ring seemed to have been exhausted, and it rolled off the table as the viscous blood-colored liquid contracted.

Klein watched in silence, watching as Neal Sr.'s "corpse" turned into a mass of rotting flesh with a pair of painful, dark red, crystalline eyes.

Dunn. Smith looked at Old Neil's body, which was a little thin, and said to himself, "We are both guardians and poor creatures in danger all the time. ”

……

Hilton, Oort Street.

Lewis's spirituality was suddenly struck when he realized that a lucky charm had been used, and the user quickly lost contact.

This reminded Lewis of Neil Sr. and Dunn. Smith, two of his charms happened to be given to these two people, and now, one of them has used the charm.

"Their deaths will propel Klein's growth, and even if I try, I'm just a bystander in a god's script, incompetent and powerless."

Lewis sighed that he had no choice but to be a bystander of fate until he had enough strength.

Not mixed with any emotions, numb like a machine, calmly observing the direction of fate.

As he summed it up, he noticed that there were illusory lights coming on in front of him, and those lights were connected in a circle, forming a shape that was connected end to end.

At this moment, he understood that he had completely digested the "machine" potion and could try to advance to Sequence Seven.

Knock knock!

The familiar knock on the door sounded, and it took a minute for Lewis to break away from the feeling of potion digestion, he picked up the newspaper and said in a deep voice, "Please come in." ”

Pushing open the door and entering, the man was a man with gold-rimmed glasses, whom Lewis recognized by inspiration.

"I think the kidnapped man I saved yesterday, Dick. Mr. Yarlin, who came to pay the balance on behalf of his wife? ”

"You may be seated." Lewis put the newspaper down, and when he sat down, he smiled and asked, "Is there anything I can help you, sir?" ”

Dick. Yarlin frowned, and he carefully recognized Lewis's voice and appearance, which seemed to be markedly different from the person who saved him yesterday.

But he guessed that the person who saved him yesterday was probably Lewis, and it was too much of a coincidence that Joan was rescued by strange people after he reported the crime.

"Detective Lewis, this is the final payment my wife owes you." Dick. Yarlin took three 10-pound bills from his bulging purse and handed them to Lewis.

"I don't think the final payment needs to be that much, although I have made a lot of preparations for this case." Lewis stuffed the 30-pound bill into his wallet and politely thanked him politely, after all, there is a bargain and no bastard.

"In addition to the final payment, I personally would like to invite you to investigate another matter." Dick glanced at Blau, and it wasn't until Blau was interested in boiling water that he spoke slowly, "I want to investigate my wife's cheating." ”

"Huh?" Lewis frowned, he unceremoniously expressed his doubts, a man who went to the Eros center to have fun actually said that he wanted to investigate his wife's cheating?

How do you feel that your family's relationship is a bit messy? Is this marital unhappiness and stealing from each other?

"Can you elaborate on that?" Lewis resisted his curiosity, and he took the black tea brewed by Blau and handed it to Mr. Dick.

"My wife and I have been married for a long time, and just last month, I heard from a neighbor that my wife was out a lot and was wearing the dress I bought for her." Dick explains: "She's been a lot colder to me lately, no longer like when she first got married, always hugging me before going out, always greeting me if I'm working hard, always making me my favorite Dixi pie. ”

"Do you have any personal belongings for Ms. Joan? Or a strand of hair, a detective who is good at substitution reasoning can easily guess a person's current state through such objects. Lewis asked, not wanting to be misunderstood by Dick again, and added the following sentence as a supplement.

"I think I should be able to get it, and I'll give it to you when the time comes." Dick nodded and agreed.

He wanted to thank Lewis, but after thinking about it, Lewis obviously didn't want to be recognized by him.

"Obviously a best detective, but with such a faint reputation, there are very few detectives of such high moral character as Mr. Lewis." Dick secretly praised.

Lewis asked a few more questions and sent him away.

"It's really funny, Ms. Joan asked me to find her missing husband, but her husband asked me to investigate Ms. Joan's cheating."

Drinking black tea, Lewis couldn't help but sigh at the love of this couple.

Sure enough, love can't stand the test.

"So, I chose to be a person who doesn't care about my kidneys, and a lot of things will wait until I find my sister Mandy." Lewis took a sip of black tea, and he was not going to shirk Dick's commission.

The customer is God, and he has no reason to refuse in the face of God's request.

Until the evening, Lewis didn't meet a second business, after all, detectives are such a profession.

They can stay open for a week, or they can be open for a week.

In the evening, Lewis changed into a worker's uniform and went to the Brave Bar.

Pushing open the shutter door of the bar, he saw Marić quietly sipping a beer, and occasionally glanced out of the bar door vigilantly.

It wasn't until he saw Lewis that Marić became nervous, he silently swallowed a sip of beer, and watched Lewis go to House of Cards Three.

"Mr. Caspers, I'm here for the party." Lewis took off his top hat and saluted.

"I hope you haven't forgotten to bring your mask." Caspars reminded.

"Of course." Lewis shrugged, forgetting nothing but forgetting to wrap the Azk Bronze Whistle with spirituality.

"Yes, wrap the Azk Bronze Whistle with spirituality!" It dawned on Lewis that he had suddenly figured out Marić's abnormality.

This is how many times I was beaten by a living corpse, and I have a long memory? So Marić is on his own guard today?

"Let him stay, you come with me." Caspars pointed at Blau, who limped ahead to lead the way.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to bring him to the party." Lewis was embarrassed to dig two pounds, and if Blau had left him 20 meters, the bar might have been destroyed by Blau's bad luck.