"Fate!" Lewis shattered another lucky charm to inflict enough luck on himself.

He rolled out from behind the wall and fired two shots in quick succession at the location of the transcendent to confirm the status of the other.

The bald man also saw Lewis, and he did not hesitate to pull the trigger of the pistol.

However, the imaginary gunshot did not go out, and his figure suddenly appeared behind the wall, muttering a disgusting curse.

"Bang!"

Lewis hit the other man with a single shot, and the Hunter bullet ripped open his skull, carrying the gray-white object with it.

"Ahh

Lewis sneezed, and snot and tears flowed together.

He didn't waste time, walked to the corpse, hurriedly lit the candles, and arranged a simple psychic ritual.

"Ah......h

I pray for the power of the night;

I pray for the power of Crimson;

I pray for the Goddess's favor;

Pray that I will be able to communicate spiritually with the deceased inside the altar. ”

……

As the incantation was finished, Lewis suddenly felt a majestic, secret power descending, and his eyes turned completely black.

Immediately after, a transparent, illusory figure flew out of the corpse, its eyes blank and blank.

Lewis didn't ask the other party questions immediately, but used divination to find the potion recipes for Sequence Eight and Sequence Seven of the Abyss Pathway.

Through the pure whiteness in front of him, Lewis saw an extremely vague figure standing in front of the deceased, and he kept repeating:

"Sequence 8 'Folded Winged Angel' Formula: The main material is one part of the brain of the Abyss Two-legged Sheep and 20 ml of the blood of the cold-blooded snake, and the auxiliary materials are 20 ml of the heart blood of the Black Goat and one part of the body fluid of the dying person."

"Sequence 7 'Serial Killer' Recipe ......"

With the end of the divination, Lewis wakes up from the dream divination, and with the sequence nine "criminals" he had mastered before, he has mastered the low sequence of the abyssal pathway.

Faced with the illusory figure, Lewis organized his language and asked:

"Why are you stalking me?"

The dazed figure made a numb voice, "I see traces of killing my companion on you, killing you is both to create a false illusion of revenge and to promote me faster." ”

Lewis was shocked:

"He knows how to act! The reason why he frequently commits crimes is because he is playing the role of a serial killer! ”

Generally speaking, wild transcendents rarely know how to play, and even within the government, the play method is kept secret in the low sequence.

In addition, the serial killer also mentioned the word "companion", the Cult of Blood has always been a loose alliance, how can a demon have a companion?

"Joan. Did you kill Miss Arrin, the lady you had been looking for pleasure with the other day? Lewis asked again, he could guess that there might be an even more powerful transcendent behind this Sequence Seven.

"It's not." The illusory, transparent figure replied.

"And how did she die? Does her death have anything to do with you? ”

"I seduced her, she ......" In the middle of the sentence, the illusory figure suddenly showed a feeling of pain and fear, and its figure appeared one after another, and then fell silent.

"Is this the case again? Whenever I have a critical problem, the spirit is destroyed. ”

Lewis frowned, he suspected that a higher level of power was watching the serial killer, and his two consecutive psychic spirits had been discovered by the higher level being.

For the sake of his own safety, Lewis immediately did not dare to continue to explore the truth.

"A good place to dump a corpse."

Writing the divination statement, Lewis fell asleep.

Through the pure whiteness in front of him, he saw an abandoned Gothic house on the outskirts of Beckland, illuminated by a blood moon.

"The place where the body was dumped is actually in this building?" When he woke up, the hairs on Lewis's back stood on end, and the results of the divination would not be a problem, and his own interpretation should not be too problematic.

If this is a good place to throw corpses, then there is something unusual here, and he suspects that there are evil spirits in the building, but inspiration does not give feedback.

After obtaining the transcendent properties of the "Serial Killer", Lewis immediately used the power of his cane to melt into the darkness, and then escaped at night and returned to the detective agency.

"Ahh Turning on the gas lamp, Lewis sneezes again, which makes him realize that maybe he should go buy some herbs, because he may have a bad cold because of the curse.

……

The blood moon shone through the shattered windows into the Gothic building, and where Lewis had stood, a blurred figure emerged, with blond hair, a beautiful face, and a long, patterned dress.

"Beyond the power of this sequence, the favor of fate, and the indescribable charm." The beautiful young lady whispered to herself, the corners of her mouth curled.

The beautiful lady then glanced at the corpse of the "serial killer" on display, which gradually shrank and slowly turned into a tattered doll with a strange smile on its face.

……

Back at the detective agency, Lewis rubbed his temples, poured a cup of hot water and drank it, and then climbed up to the second floor tiredly.

He consumed too much spirit today, and he experienced the curse of the "serial killer", which made him in an extremely poor state.

"Hopefully tomorrow I can adjust, otherwise I might not be able to perform well at my first dinner party and make a good impression on a beautiful young lady."

Yawned, Lewis fell into a groggy sleep, always feeling that the desire for tonight was a little strong, think about it, I haven't been to the Eros Center for a few days, and I should find time to fill the vacancy.

"I heard that Miss Tifana used to be a nobleman, and I don't know what happened to make her a top dancer in the center of Eros, and she also has skillful movements." Lewis silently thought of Miss Tifana's beauty, and his heart rippled slightly.

In the morning, when Lewis woke up to face the early morning sun, he felt a lot more comfortable.

"It seems that the curse of the transcendent is also time-limited, not to mention, the transcendent who cursed me died last night."

After waking up, he prayed to the goddess as soon as possible, and used the power of the ritual to remove the demonic aura from his body, and then began to get busy.

After washing up and putting on neat clothes, Lewis picked up today's copy of the Daily Bakerland from his mailbox and flipped through it.

There was no mention in the newspapers of deaths in the suburbs, suggesting that the body of the "serial killer" had not been found.

In the second section, Lewis sees the news of the death of Mrs. Joan, a lady who is officially defined as a perverted homicide, and of course, the extreme cunning of the murderer has always been the official language.