The lady pondered for a moment, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of her eyes and on her forehead.

"You're right, if only you could help." After a few moments, the lady smiled faintly, and all the wrinkles on her face unfolded.

Lewis followed the two ladies into the hapless room, and before he could enter the room, he felt a cold and bitter feeling.

"Who are you? …… Please don't kill me.

No! Don't come, don't come! ”

Daniel huddled tightly in the corner of the room, holding his head in his hands, curled himself into a ball, his voice sharpened as Lewis entered.

Lewis quietly turned on his vision, only to see that Daniel's aura was dark black and green, which was obviously a manifestation of being entangled by resentful spirits.

Judging from the current situation, the Wraith is not too strong, and it can only be dealt with by relying on the Azk Copper Whistle.

Of course, if the Azk Bronze Whistle can't handle it, he also has Purification Bullets, powerful supernatural items that can easily dispose of Wraiths.

"Ladies, I think I already know what the symptoms are, so please give me some personal space." Lewis winked at Elena and pleaded.

Knowing that Lewis was preparing for the occult ritual, Elena grabbed the lady's wrist and coaxed her out.

After the two ladies left, Lewis made a sealed spiritual wall, and he lifted the spirituality that wrapped the Azk bronze whistle.

In an instant, the coldness here is even more exaggerated, as if the climate has changed from early summer to winter.

In Dennis's body, several wisps of black smoke flew out, and these smoke gradually coalesced into the shape of a human, and they let out a seeping scream.

Lewis approached the spirits with the Azk Bronze Whistle, and in an instant, the spirits let out an even more terrible wail, and they fled in all directions, but they could only linger within the spiritual wall and could not get out.

He took out another purification bullet, and after infusing it with spirituality, the outermost layer of the purification bullet carved with the Sun Realm rune emitted a golden glow.

Under this golden light, those black mist melted away like mist meeting the first sun, screaming and dissolving until there was no trace left.

In the corner of the wall, Daniel's eyes suddenly became stunned, and it took more than ten seconds for him to come to his senses and look around the room.

"What happened? Who are you? Daniel asked, looking at Lewis.

"You can ask Elena about who I am, she's downstairs." Lewis smiled indifferently as he lifted the sealed spiritual wall that surrounded the entire bedroom.

Daniel watched as Lewis walked out of the room, and a few minutes later, Elena and his mom walked in.

"Mom, what's going on? It was like I had a long nightmare, and then I didn't remember anything. Daniel turned his gaze to Elena again and asked, "Who is that man just now?" ”

The nervous look on Mrs.'s face was swept away, and she hugged Daniel excitedly and comforted: "My dear Daniel, the nightmare has passed......"

"He's a detective." With a wistful look in Elena's eyes, she left the room and followed Lewis.

"Mr. Lewis, you are a low-key and brilliant occult expert."

"I'm just an amateur." Lewis was modest, and he pushed open the door of Daniel's house, and saw an old gentleman in a light black coat, a half-height silk top hat, and a black gold-encrusted cane.

The old gentleman had a pair of sharp blue eyes, his sideburns were stained white, and his nasolabial folds were deeply engraved on his face, making his muscles look sagging.

At this time, the old gentleman was about to ring the doorbell.

Lewis's spirituality prompted him that "this is an acquaintance," which made him struggle to recall.

"Sir, I am a private detective, may I need any help?" Lewis asked as he took off his top hat, gave a slight salute.

"How do you know I need a private investigator?" The old gentleman asked in a thick accent on the southern shore of the sea, his voice mixed with astonishment.

Because I've heard of you, of course......

Lewis smiled faintly and said, "As a qualified detective, we can analyze a person's state through a person's subtle body movements and expressions. ”

"I see." The old gentleman nodded slightly, and asked, "What shall I call you, Mr. Detective?" ”

"Lewis. Lewis. Harvey. Lewis laughed.

The old gentleman glanced at Elena and said, "I'm Miller. Carter, there are some things I do want to deal with a private investigator, and if it's convenient, you can go to my house and talk about it. ”

"Of course it's convenient." Lewis bowed slightly, and he sent Elena away to visit Miller. Carter.

The servant brought the steaming black tea, and Lewis took a sip of the white silver-encrusted porcelain cup, and asked, "Can you talk about things now?" ”

Miller. Carter nodded and said,

"I'm from Makai County, and I'm going to settle in Beckland because of business.

I bought this house, and it is said that the original owner of the house was a bankrupt viscount, which was about twenty or thirty years ago, and after several changes of hands, I finally bought it.

I was going to do some modern renovations, but I found a hidden door in the basement that led to a large underground building, and I wanted you to help you check the inside of that underground building. ”

Lewis smiled faintly, sure enough, it was this old gentleman, and the underground building was the remains of the Tudor dynasty, where a powerful wraith remained, the wraith of the Red Angel.

I did come here anyway, and it was fate to guide me...... Lewis silently rubbed the surface of the porcelain cup, which contained something of interest to him, a blasphemous card made by Russell the Great.

The blasphemy card of the hunter's path, the sequence zero is the red sacrifice, that is, the red sacrifice card.

Now that he's here, Lewis plans to talk to the wraith as well, and if he can get something, it's best if he can't.

"I think I can help you with this, but I need some preparation." Lewis volunteered.

"You can get some helpers, but no more than three, and I can pay 50 pounds for that, and I can make some compensation afterwards depending on what happens."

"I'll come back tomorrow." Lewis nodded and agreed.

Generally speaking, 50 pounds is already the income of a detective for two or three months, and it is rare to have such a high-paying commission.

Of course, judging from the danger of that underground building, 50 pounds is by no means a high price, and an angel-level resentful spirit exists there, and most transcendents dare not approach it.

Leaving the old gentleman's house, Lewis took the subway and headed straight to the Beckland Bridge area, where he was going to look for Miss Sharon.