As the guests arrived, Miss Windsor's house became lively.

Peg found Miss Windsor, he brought two glasses of red wine, handed one of them to the other party, and praised: "Miss Windsor, you are the most dazzling pearl of this dinner." ”

"Mr. Peg, you are still such an elegant and funny gentleman." Windsor chuckled as she gently took the glass with her tulle-gloved palm.

The wine was set off by a goblet for the banquet, and she brought it to her lips and drank it slowly.

Lewis accompanies Mrs. Gahra to play "Fight the Evil", and as a transcendent of the Path of Destiny, this card game is naturally what he is good at.

It's just that, as a guest who came to enjoy the dinner, Lewis didn't bother with winning, he was always releasing water to keep himself in a state of not losing or winning.

From time to time, Lewis would keep an eye out for Miss Windsor, a beautiful young lady who seemed to be very good at interpersonal contact, and who always managed to move between several male suitors, keeping a short distance from each other.

"Miss Windsor is also very popular on Oort Street, and of course, this is certainly inseparable from her seductive temperament." Lewis also admired Miss Windsor's beauty, but he didn't dare to get too close.

A woman whose spiritual vision is unobservable and who is prone to arouse desires often means danger.

The source of this danger may be Miss Windsor herself, or external forces.

In short, Miss Windsor is by no means as harmless as it seems.

"A pair of six." As soon as the cards were played, Lewis felt the hairs on his back stand up, and a cold and terrifying feeling invaded his whole body.

"Something evil touched my inspiration, how could it be such a coincidence?" Lewis looked at Miss Windsor, who smiled gently and politely, as if in response to his gaze.

"Sorry, I suddenly want to go outside and get some fresh air."

Making an excuse, Lewis put down his cards and left the room, following the inspiration all the way to the back of the house.

At the back of the house there was only an empty well, and next to the well lay the carcass of a wild dog, whose entrails had completely disappeared when you looked closer.

Lewis felt the temperature of the corpse with the palm of his hand, and there was a slight feeling of warmth, which indicated that he had just died.

"Mr. Lewis, what's going on?"

Suddenly, Miss Windsor's voice came from behind, Lewis's pupils shrank slightly, and his muscles couldn't help but tense, and he subconsciously wanted to touch the gun bag.

He's obviously a Sequence Seven with excellent inspiration, but he doesn't notice anyone standing behind him, which is completely abnormal.

"A stray dog died, I think it may have been done by some wrongdoers who abuse animals, maybe we should call the police." Turning back, Lewis smiled and looked at Windsor, when nothing had happened.

The animal's death reminded him of the scum of the Blood Cult, which often meant danger when it came to supernatural powers, and he didn't want to be involved in these dangerous things at all.

"Call the police?" Miss Windsor stepped forward, and when she saw the miserable condition of the stray dog, she suddenly crouched down and threw up.

"Hey, hey, hey? Do you want to pretend to be so exaggerated? Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth, and though he was suspicious, he held Miss Windsor like a gentleman.

"I always feel uncomfortable when I see this kind of sight for the first time, so leave this matter to me, and Miss Windsor will go back and rest."

"Thank you, Mr. Lewis, that you are a true gentleman." Windsor took the handkerchief from Lewis and carefully wiped the remaining vomit from the corners of her mouth.

Lewis helped Windsor to the second floor to rest, Windsor sat on the sofa and thanked Lewis:

"Mr. Lewis, it's safe to be with you, as if you have a charm in you that women can't resist."

Lewis smiled faintly, he felt that there were only two things about his irresistible charm, and that was to be powerful and long-lasting.

In these two points, he is capable of the promotion ceremony of the Pain Witch without taking any stimulant drugs.

"Mr. Lewis, what happened to Miss Windsor?" Downstairs, Pegue, who was earning £4 and 10 sules a week, approached Lewis and asked.

"There was a stray dog out there who died, and the death was very disgusting, and Miss Windsor happened to see it." Lewis explained.

"Just a stray dog can make Miss Windsor care so much, she is such a beautiful and kind young lady, and she will definitely be a good wife in the future." Peg looked wistfully at the room on the second floor, where Miss Windsor was, and his eyes showed undisguised appreciation.

"Of course!" Lewis smiled, suspecting that Windsor might be a member of the Blood Cult, but there was no evidence.

However, he himself did not want to be involved in such extraordinary events, and silently plotting Seal 0-08 was what he needed to do.

"I think I'm going to take care of this, please allow me to leave first." Lewis said hello to the guests and fled.

Finding a nearby police station, Lewis threw a note into it explaining the incident he had encountered.

Of course, Lewis knew that the police often didn't deal with the deaths of such animals, and that Beckland's police presence was limited and they couldn't handle all the things about people, let alone animals.

"Maybe I should inform the official transcendentals, but the official transcendents won't necessarily take over this matter, and I'll be at risk of being exposed."

Returning to the detective office early, Lewis turned on the gas lamp, and in the shadowy light, he took the pendant in his hand.

"The death of the wild dog has something to do with Miss Windsor."

Lewis's spirituality grew ethereal, and he saw the pendant turn disorderly, mixing clockwise and counterclockwise.

"Is my divination disturbed by a wild dog, or is it Miss Windsor?" Lewis was not surprised, and he silently put away the pendant, warning himself not to have anything to do with it.

I hope that the matter of the Blood Worship Sect has passed, and the high-level powerhouse who hid behind the scenes and destroyed the spirit body of the "Serial Killer" did not have his eyes on him.

Barely suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Lewis calculated the time, and now Klein has been promoted to Joker, which means that Dunn. The date of Smith's death is approaching.

Dunn. The day Smith dies will also be Ince. Zangwill gets the ashes of the Sage and sets about the time to be promoted to a demigod.

After that, Ince. Zangwill also come to Beckland to seek protection.

"If I want to find Ince in advance. Zangwill, you have to pray for help from a higher level of power, but on the goddess's side, it seems that there is no need to hope. ”

Thinking of this, Lewis thought of Mr. Azic, and in Beckland, he seemed to be the only one who could help.