Mystery: Starting from Meeting Amon

Chapter 90 Mr. Red Dragon
The yellow sunlight shone on Lewis through the glass window, and as the color of the sunlight faded, shadows swallowed up the detective agency.

In the past few days, not only did Lewis not use his extraordinary powers, he even didn't dare to pick up the fallen gold pounds, for fear that those who might be looking at him would notice that something was wrong with him.

“The official superhumans should focus their attention on the demon dog. Even if they find out that I’m a superhuman, they won’t do anything to me. After all, I appear harmless.

What's more, the only people who can observe me without me noticing are High-Sequence Transcendents. Can those High-Sequence Transcendents with bad tempers endure observing me for several days without getting angry?

At least, if I were a high-sequence transcendent, I wouldn’t be able to stand this kind of rubbish mission.”

Feeling safe, Lewis locked the door of the detective agency and turned off the gas.

Coming to the attic on the second floor, he made a sealed spiritual wall and began to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

Chanting the name of "The Fool", Lewis recalled the pattern needed for the sacrificial ceremony from his memory, the symbol composed of the "Eye without Pupil" and the "Twisted Line".

Then he took out two candles, placed one on the pattern and one in the middle of the room, representing himself.

After doing this, he lit the two candles with his spiritual power, then stepped back into the shadows with his cane, making his figure extremely inconspicuous.

“A fool who is not of this age;
You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;
You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck;
Your faithful servant asks for your attention;

I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;
......"

As the prayer ended, the ancient spell echoed within the spiritual wall. The power vibrated in front of the candle symbolizing the "fool", and finally tore out an illusory door.

From inside the door, a black bell with mysterious patterns slid out and fell to the floor without making any sound.

Lewis picked up the black bell and ended his prayer.

After removing the sealed spiritual wall, Lewis sat in front of the window and wrote down the divination statement with a silver fountain pen with intricate patterns:

"How to use this bell."

Lewis silently recited the divination sentence seven times and closed his eyes.

Passing through the pure white in front of him, he saw an extremely blurry figure, so blurry that he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, or a human or an animal.

The figure infused spirituality into the bell, causing it to emit a quiet, eerie sound.

When the bell rang only once, a bat half the size of a palm came out from the wall. It was a messenger, which took the letter and then went back into the wall.

When the bell rang twice, with an interval of about three seconds between the two sounds, a three-legged mouse crawled out from the floor and also took the letter.

When the bell rang three times at intervals, it was another different messenger.

……

Waking up from his sleep, Lewis had fully understood the usage of the black bell. This bell was a token to summon the messenger. The four different ways of shaking it corresponded to different messengers.

"This is a magical item that I have never seen before. I don't know who its previous owner was."

Lewis made his comments, and he picked up the silver pen again and wrote down the divination statement:
"The previous user of the black bell."

Lewis wrote down the divination sentence again, recited it silently seven times, and then fell asleep.

The pure white in front of him did not dissipate for a long time, and he suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

Lewis hurriedly opened his eyes, not daring to continue divination. "My spirituality is reminding me that I can't do this divination. I can't bear the result of the divination. It means that the other party's status is far higher than mine, at least at the demigod level."

Thinking of this, Lewis decided to give up looking for the previous owner of the bell. After all, he didn't have a source castle to isolate himself from the dangers encountered during divination.

Once divination is forced, it is likely to cause irreversible damage or pollution.

Thinking of this, Lewis breathed a sigh of relief. At least he knew the purpose and usage of the bell, which was to summon the messenger by shaking it in different ways, just like switching channels on a TV.

"Although the messengers summoned by the bell are very weak, it can summon four. This is more in number than the Azik Copper Whistle, but worse in quality.

However, this matter is somewhat unusual, a demigod-level being can actually lose an item, it's as if he gave it to me on purpose."

As he was wary of the previous owner of the bell, Lewis was inspired.

Turning on his spiritual vision, he saw a bat half the size of his palm flying out from the ceiling, with blue flames lingering on its wings and a letter tightly grasped in its claws.

Lewis took the letter, and the bat flapped its wings and flew to the ceiling, then sank into the ceiling and disappeared.

"Who could have sent the letter to the original owner of the bell? What's the purpose?"

With trepidation, Lewis flicked the coin and divined, and finally the head of George III came up, which meant he could open the letter.

When you open the letter, you can smell a faint scent of lavender, which means that the person who sent the letter often comes into contact with such items and is most likely a woman.

Of course, it could also be a ritual item, after all, some rituals require lavender essential oil.

“Dear Mr. Red Dragon, please allow your humble servant to bring you the most sincere greetings.

I am in the process of finding the sacrifice as you instructed, but the sacrifice that meets your description is too rare for me to find.

I am very sorry, I will continue to follow your instructions and look for the sacrifices you require.

If it is possible, please let me lick the dirt off your shoes again."

Looking at the letter, Lewis's face changed slightly. He licked the dirt on the soles of his shoes. What a perverted way of playing!

If the sender is a woman, are there occasional activities like candles and whips?

This is so fucking exciting.

After a little distraction, Lewis immediately regained his sanity and thought about his next move.

“Thinking about it carefully, this bell seems to be a gift from some mysterious being. It is abnormal for a being of demigod or higher status to lose an item.

In addition, this bell must have nothing to do with the demon dog. After all, the demon dog's master is only a Sequence Five, and his status is far inferior to that of 'Mr. Red Dragon'."

Thinking of this, Lewis felt that he needed to ask what levels the several extraordinary people that Lingling could contact were at. If the level was high enough, it would be beneficial to him.

As for writing letters, he only needed to print them out using a printer. This would not expose his existence and could also prevent anyone from trying to tell fortunes about him.

If the sender asks himself why he changed the way of writing letters to printing, it seems that this is not a question that those humble servants should ask.

(End of this chapter)