The dim gas lamps reflected the goods on the shelves, and Lewis asked the owner for some black tea and some good quality coffee beans.

He negotiated prices as he asked, occasionally asking about unrelated items such as spices and soybeans, like a regular customer who frequented the place.

Lewis pulled out two soles and fivepence and gave them to his boss, and he suddenly felt a prickly gaze.

The sudden danger did not alarm him, and he resisted his curiosity and did not look back, but secretly rubbed his thumb against the silver ring on his finger.

After a few seconds, the pinprick-like gaze disappeared, and Lewis closed the deal with his boss.

"Someone was looking at us just now, did you see him clearly?" Lewis asks Blau that he has only been in Beckland for a short time and rarely makes enemies.

According to speculation, the pin-pricked gaze may have come from a member of the Blood Cult, and the transcendent who looked out the window during the operation to save Dick that day not only spotted him, but may have seen his face clearly.

"Well, a very athletic man, a little bald, but he's gone." Blau replied.

"Wait, the man I had sex with Mrs. Joan is also very strong, but I can't confirm if he's bald or not." Lewis recalled the dream of divination and couldn't help but conclude that the probability that the man was the murderer was very high.

Grabbing his purchases, Lewis hurried out of the store, trying to find the person who had given him a sense of danger before, but the previous person had already blended in with the crowd and could not be found.

"Hopefully he just happened to see me, and occasionally showed hostility." Lewis silently added that he didn't dare to stay here, so he chose to leave.

……

Towards night, when the last rays of sunlight fell through the glass windows and darkness gradually engulfed the streets, Dick. Arrin pushed open the door to the detective agency.

"Mr. Lewis." Dick. With a sad look on his face, Arrin bowed slightly, and said:

"I beg to end the commission before my wife Joan. Yarlin has ......"

Halfway through that, Dick. Arrin choked.

Lewis felt a pang in his heart, and he already understood what was happening.

"The person who killed Miss Joan was probably the transcendent, and they were still in bed while I was divining."

Lewis was a little puzzled, and it was less than an hour from the end of the divination to his arrival at the scene of the crime, but the police's actions were far beyond expectations.

"No, it's more than an hour! Divination is a hint from the spirit world, and the picture I saw was probably before the divination. ”

Lewis frowned, the tragedy had been foreordained, from the moment Mrs. Joan had entrusted herself to the transcendent.

"I've heard about this too, and I'm sorry for what happened to you." Lewis handed the handkerchief to Dick.

Dick took the handkerchief and wiped away his tears, and after a few moments, he was no longer crying.

Lewis waited quietly for the other to vent his emotions until some time later, when it was completely dark, he lit the gas lamp and boiled the water.

See Dick. Arlin's mood calmed a little, and Lewis handed the bulky camera back to the other party.

"I deeply sympathize with what happened to you, but this incident was an accident, and we are powerless and powerless to stop it, I believe that Ms. Joan can understand." Lewis suddenly remembered what he had done, and he was powerless and powerless to stop his fate at this stage.

After a pause, Lewis asked, "I wonder if Mrs. Joan called the police after you were kidnapped." ”

Dick. Arlin's pupils gradually lost focus, and he stared at the flickering flames of the gas lamp for a moment, and said coldly, "I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood right now, and I don't want to mention this." ”

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked." Lewis poured Dick a cup of tea, which Dick politely declined and left the detective agency.

After the other party left, Lewis immediately tossed a coin.

"Mr. Dick was disappointed just now."

"Zheng!"

George III's head is facing upwards, which means that the results of the divination are positive, which means that Mrs. Joan did not call the police after Mr. Dick's kidnapping.

"If I am not mistaken, Mrs. Joan knew that Mr. Dick had been kidnapped.

But Mrs. Joan, who had already cheated, wanted her husband to die, so she didn't go to the police, but instead found a rookie detective who was not very famous, and this rookie detective was me.

Finding a rookie detective will not only not save Mr. Dick, but will also help Mrs. Joan clear her suspicions and leave her with the image of a good wife, which will help inherit her husband's inheritance.

It's a pity that she wasn't lucky, although I was a novice detective, I wasn't a rookie, and it didn't take much effort to save her husband. ”

Lewis sighed, Mrs. Joan must have been very unhappy at the moment when Mr. Dick was saved.

However, he did not intend to tell Mr. Dick the truth, and it might be better for a gentleman to keep a good imagination of his wife than to tell him the cruelty of the truth.

"Mrs. Joan is dead." Blau said quietly, "She died of her own greed and depravity. ”

"Fallen?" Lewis frowned, and many things suddenly became clear.

A fallen soul is the best sacrifice to an evil god, and the moment Mrs. Joan chooses to betray her husband, perhaps death is already doomed.

"Sometimes, the fallen man may be more terrible than the devil, and Mr. Dick may never know that her wife is such a person." Lewis couldn't help but sigh with emotion, no matter what, this matter will be handled by the official in the future, and it has nothing to do with him.

He now hoped that the authorities would catch the transcendent who had seduced Mrs. Joan's fall as soon as possible, after all, it might be at stake for his own safety.

The room was silent, except for the dancing glow of the gas lamp.

Suddenly, Lewis was struck by inspiration, and he turned on his vision.

I saw a huge white bone claw stick out from under the ground, and then threw the letter on the coffee table, and then the white bone claw shrank back and disappeared.

"You never know who the messenger will be delivering this time, and it's as scary as opening a blind box." Lewis picked up Mr. Azik's reply and glanced at its contents.

"Mr. Azik's decision to come to Beckland tomorrow should be good news, both for me and for the members of the Tarot Society." Lewis rubbed the corners of his eyes, and he burned the letters he had read, leaving no trace.

Blau was once again intimidated by the massive Bone Courier, who must have been the most shocking of all the Couriers he had ever seen.

It didn't look like a messenger at all, but like a transcendent creature full of danger and power, or a leader-level.