When the party was over, and when everyone present had almost gone, Lewis left in no hurry.

As soon as he got out, Lewis got into a carriage and let it go all the way to the West Side, which was adjacent to Queens.

After getting out of the West End, Lewis made a few more big circles, and only after making sure that his whereabouts were not discovered by anyone, did he buy auxiliary materials from the black market and return to the detective agency.

"Don't look for me for the next two hours from now on."

Lewis instructed Blau to make a sealed spiritual wall when he got to the attic, and then set up the potions according to the recipe.

"There's nothing wrong with this potion." Lewis tossed a coin to make sure it was face up, and he immediately took the potion.

As soon as he drank the potion, an unbearable pain appeared in his mind, and his hands were exposed with dense scales, which were crystal clear and silvery.

"Fate!" Lewis muttered silently and used a lucky charm, which would ensure that he was lucky enough not to have an accident.

As soon as he had done this, he used meditation to restrain his divergent thoughts, sketching the shape of the hat in his mind over and over again.

After about ten minutes, the scales on Lewis's hands gradually disappeared, and the pain in his head began to wane, indicating that the potion had been taken.

"It's worthy of Sequence Seven, the moment you take the potion, the possibility of getting out of control is much higher than that of Sequence Eight and Sequence Nine. It's no wonder that in the contemporary era of the rarity of the extraordinary, as long as the promotion sequence seven can be counted in the middle sequence. ”

Lewis quickly lifted the sealed spiritual wall, and he felt the extraordinary power of the "lucky one".

"At this stage, my main ability is luck, and I often encounter situations such as going out to pick up money, human body strokes in battle, etc., but this luck is uncontrollable, and it is sometimes high and low, so I have to try to be modest.

In addition to this, the abilities of 'machines' and 'monsters' have also improved significantly, and I may now occasionally hear some secrets, and I may also feel a special existence, and I must use this ability as little as possible. ”

With a general grasp of the strength, Lewis went downstairs, the extraordinary ability was not his biggest gain, the key was that he could pry the "Key of Light" more power, and it became possible to use the power of this magical item to fight.

"Congratulations on your promotion, with your luck, you will go further than me." Blau glanced at Lewis and judged that Lewis was different from before.

It was a sign of an overflow of power, and it took a while for the Transcendent who had just taken the potion to not be able to use it well.

Lewis sat in front of the window, brewing black tea, silently thinking about the points of the "lucky one".

"Since the 'machine' is a spectator of fate, then the 'lucky one' should be the patron of fate. At this stage, you need to use your luck to play the role of the favorer of good fate, but you can't use it too often, in case you don't have luck in battle. ”

As Lewis summed up how the "lucky one" played, the overflowing power was confined at a speed that could be felt and effectively controlled.

Blau turned on his vision, and he saw that Lewis's aura had become normal at a rate visible to the naked eye, indicating that the potion was showing signs of digestion.

"Just take the potion and find the point of playing?" Blau couldn't help but be a little confused.

After thinking about it, he added in his heart: "Lewis has always been the favorer of fate, and he doesn't need to summarize the way he plays, he can get through this stage as quickly as possible." ”

Although it was a bit of a shock, Lewis's promotion would have benefited him even more. As long as he follows Lewis, maybe he will find an opportunity to take potions in the next two weeks and be promoted to Sequence Five.

Knock knock!

After about half an hour, Lewis heard a knock on the door, and the image of the outsider was naturally sketched in his mind.

It was a gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses, he was dressed in a neat suit and was about 175 centimeters tall.

"Dick. Mr. Arlin, is he in a very worried mood right now? ”

"Please come in." Lewis pretended to pick up the newspaper, knowing that the phenomenon was a further manifestation of the "machine's" ability.

Dick. Arrin pushed the door open, his face slightly haggard, and nodded at Lewis as he entered.

"Mr. Lewis, please also investigate the evidence of my wife's cheating, and I am willing to pay another 20 pounds when the matter is completed." Dick. Yarlin pulled out a piece of female hair from her bag and handed it to Lewis.

Immediately afterward, he pulled out a worn-out, brick-like camera from his bag and added:

"I borrowed this camera, and I can take five more photos of the remaining film, so please use it sparingly."

"No problem, I'll get the evidence as soon as possible, provided that Mrs. Joan really cheated." Naturally, Lewis did not refuse, after all, Dick. The price given by Yarlin is too high.

Generally speaking, this kind of case only takes about 8 pounds to find track evidence, and Dick. Yarlin had already been paid nearly 20 pounds, and there may be 20 pounds left to find evidence.

"I believe you're a capable detective, and I hope my wife hasn't done the things I'm sorry for." Dick. Arrin frowned, a tangled and pained look on his face.

He didn't stay long, handed the camera to Lewis and left.

"Joan. What Yarlin is doing at the moment. ”

Wait for Dick. As Arrin departed, Lewis scribbled a divination statement on a slip of paper, and then fell asleep holding the note.

Passing through the pure whiteness of his eyes, Lewis saw a room covered by a pink curtain, with lavender used to clean the air in a vase.

On that large comfy bed covered in velvet, the quilt was heaving, and it was clear that something was really going on.

Lewis tried to see the bed from a different angle, and there was a man and a woman under the covers, and they seemed to be better at playing than him.

Suddenly, the man came out of the quilt, and his face seemed to be obscured by something, and he couldn't see it clearly.

This is the end of the dream, and Lewis wakes up from his sleep.

"That lady is Joan. Yarlin, and the man she was with was a little strange, I had trouble making out his face, but his figure was familiar to me. ”

Lewis immediately came to the conclusion that Mrs. Joan had indeed cheated, and judging by the proficiency, cheating was not a matter of one or two times.

"What struck me most strangely was Mrs. Joan's commission, and the nervousness on her face when she commissioned me to find Mr. Dick the other day was unconcealable, which proved that she loved each other very much."

Drinking the black tea, Lewis began to think, and he suddenly placed the black tea cup on the coffee table, and the liquid splashed out of the cup.

"Being nervous doesn't necessarily mean she's worried about Mr. Dick, it's possible that she was lying!"