Lewis sipped the early morning Dixi coffee and felt the early morning temperature.

"Maybe I should also make the fireplace work, although the transcendent is not afraid of the cold, but in order to be able to communicate better with those gentlemen and ladies, the room needs some temperature in late autumn."

Knock, knock!

There was a very irregular sound at the door, and Lewis had a vivid picture of the man standing outside the door.

It was a young lady with pale blonde hair and a dress, probably just in her twenties, followed by a butler in a tuxedo suit.

It was Miss Elena, and her butler.

"Please come in."

Lewis picked up the newspaper again, and put on a bitter and vengeful expression of concern for what was going on in Bakeland.

"It's good to see you recover, Miss Elena." Lewis put down the newspaper and smiled politely.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Lewis, for saving me last night...... Send it home. Elena lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and saluted Lewis.

Her smile was elegant and sweet, and it was very different from the deep and emotional look she showed when she first met Lewis yesterday.

"Shhhh Keep this a secret between us. Lewis raised his index finger in embarrassment, he had not saved Elena last night, but was the culprit for Elena's gaffe.

I believe that if Elena knows the truth, she will definitely show that unforgettable face again.

Because the picky butler was there, Lewis didn't make black tea for Miss Elena, he just brewed two cups of coffee and handed them to Elena and the butler.

"What's the matter?" Lewis sat down and asked.

In fact, things like brewing coffee should generally be done by a waiter or maid, and it is always out of character for a detective to do these things himself.

"Hmmm! I have a friend who ...... in the previous ceremony" In the middle of speaking, Elena suddenly glanced at the housekeeper beside her, her voice stopped abruptly, and she hurriedly took a big sip of coffee, and said again: "He had something unusual in his previous school activities, and he was always shouting that someone was trying to kill him, and he hadn't been to class for nearly a week since that event." ”

Lewis frowned, in fact, during last night's ritual, he had found that someone had been infected with resentful spirits, ghosts, and the like.

Now it seems that Elena and the others hold activities far more frequently than they thought, and there have even been several victims.

"Miss Elena's friend involves supernatural powers."

Lewis silently recited the divination phrase as he watched the coin land in his palm.

Heads up, the answer is yes!

"You may think it's incredible, but I'm a lover of the occult, and that friend of yours, I should be able to help." Lewis glanced at the butler who was quietly watching him, and shrugged his shoulders against his will.

"Mr. Lewis, I knew you were a true occult ......," Elena said in surprise, silently swallowing the word "expert" back into her stomach.

"Now, let's talk about the price, this commission is not so easy......" Lewis thought about it, it is indeed not what he is good at getting rid of evil spirits, although there is an Azk copper whistle, but in the face of some more powerful resentful spirits, he can only do nothing.

Of course, if he really encounters a powerful evil spirit, he will run away as soon as possible, and suggest that the other party go to the church to talk to the bishop about the situation.

After a bit of thought, Lewis decided to ask for a price of £6, which would normally not be too high for an order like this.

After all, a detective who goes into the occult doesn't always feel very professional.

"Mr. Lewis, I only have £50 a month for my pocket money, please be cheaper." Elena bowed her head and pleaded.

What? £50 per month? She is really worthy of being the daughter of a real estate merchant.

Lewis, who thought it would only cost 6 pounds, frowned and said, "It's not what I'm good at, 30 pounds, it's the lowest price I can accept!" ”

He has a sense of guilt for cheating a simple girl, of course, this guilt will only be a momentary thing, and he can easily forget it without even using the "machine" characteristic.

"Okay." Miss Elena took out her fine purse, took out three 10-pound notes from it, and handed them to Lewis.

Lewis happily accepted the money, put on his poker face, put on his top hat, and followed Miss Elena into the carriage to the house of the unlucky man haunted by the spirit.

The carriage drove slowly through the streets and finally stopped at the junction of West End and Queens, a livable location in the heart of Beckland.

Owning a home here is the dream of every Beckland middle class.

Of course, reality often does not allow those middle class in Beckland to realize their dreams, and the houses here are not affordable for the middle class, and even the average status of the rich can hardly afford the price.

The butler waited in the private carriage, and Elena led Lewis to the crimson door and rang the doorbell.

After about ten seconds, a maid opened the door, and she saw Elena and Lewis, and said with a straight face:

"Welcome, Miss Elena."

Lewis took off his top hat and followed Elena into the interior of the house, which was not as big as Elena's house, but not much less luxuriously decorated.

The temperature of early summer can be felt in the room, and the metal pipes throughout the room allow the heat to be evenly distributed to every corner, which makes the room temperature very livable.

"Elena, are you here to see Daniel?" A well-dressed lady came down from the second floor, her face had light wrinkles, and despite her age, she was well maintained.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in a row, and in his spiritual state, he saw that the lady's aura was slightly dull, and she was obviously in a bad mental state.

"Yes, ma'am! I heard that Daniel hadn't been to school for a long time and we were all very worried about him. Elena lifted the hem of her skirt and saluted.

"I'm sure he'll be happy." The lady responded politely to Elena, who looked at Lewis and asked, "Who is this gentleman?" ”

"He's ...... A psychiatrist may be able to treat Daniel's condition. Elena explained.

"I'm a detective, but I just happen to know a little bit about how to see patients." Lewis smiled and reversed Elena's words.

"A detective who knows how to see a doctor?" Mrs. looked at Lewis, kept smiling, and said, "Actually, several doctors have come this week, and they are all helpless about Daniel's condition. ”

Madame, you are doubting my housekeeping skills!

Lewis muttered silently in his heart, he spread his hands, and said, "Maybe I will have a way, why not let me try?" ”