Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 118 Professional Psychiatrist

After two o'clock in the afternoon, Lewis welcomed a gentleman and a lady in the detective agency. He made black tea, entertained the two acquaintances, and asked the lady:

"Miss Elena, do you have any commission for me?"

Elena nodded slightly. She glanced at Daniel at the side, with a nervous look on her brows, and said:
"yes.

My dad has been having nightmares lately, and his physical condition is starting to get worse.

At first, we thought it was a common thing and went to see a psychiatrist, but things didn't go well.

The nightmares are still going on, and Dad's nightmares are similar every night. I suspect that there is a mysterious force at work.

As I have seen before, death is not the end, there is a wider world beyond our cognition. "

Elena was talking nervously, and Lewis could hear a hint of excitement from her nervousness.

The girl who fanatically worships the resurrection of the dead is really scary, and her father has an accident, and she actually feels a sense of excitement.

Lewis slandered Elena, he took a sip of black tea, and asked lightly: "You want me to help, think I can cure Mr. Wilbur?"

"Yes, I know that you are a real expert in occultism. Since you can appease the wrath of God of Death, then this little matter must be fine." Elena looked at Lewis with full expectation, her eyes showed her interest in occultism. fanaticism.

"I don't guarantee that I will be able to handle this matter. In addition, the fee to hire me is very expensive, and 20 pounds is the reserve price I can accept!" Lewis emphasized, sitting in front of him were two rich boys, asking for a slightly higher price , will make you appear more reliable.

"Then let's go quickly, Mr. Lewis." Elena paid Lewis 20 pounds and demanded impatiently.

"Okay." Lewis straightened up. He took off his coat and top hat from the coat rack behind the door, took his cane again, and took a carriage to the suburban location of Hilton District, the real estate agent Wilbur's house.

He rang the doorbell, and about a dozen seconds later, a waiter in a vest opened the door. He saw Elena who was with Lewis, stepped aside, and bent down to wait.

Entering the room, Lewis saw Wilbur in the living room at a glance. The real estate agent seemed a little haggard. After only a while, he lost a lot of weight, as if he had experienced hardships.

"Detective Lewis? Why are you here?" Wilbur, who was sitting by the fireplace, saw Lewis coming in, his eyes were full of vigilance.

He suspects that he didn't pay enough hush money last time, which caused Lewis to come.

Lewis smiled, "I heard that your mental state is not very good recently. I am entrusted by Miss Elena to take a look. After all, while I am a detective, I am also a senior psychologist."

"I didn't expect you to be a senior psychiatrist." Wilbur looked at Lewis in surprise and exclaimed.

Lewis blinked his right eyelid three times in a row, and secretly activated his spiritual vision. In his sight, Mr. Wilbur's spiritual brilliance was entwined with a faint blackness.

He was almost certain that Mr. Wilbur was haunted by something like a wraith, but it wasn't very obvious.

"I heard that you always have some nightmares. Can you tell me the details of the nightmares?" Lewis took off his top hat, sat beside Wilbur, and asked like a patient.

"It's like this. I always dream of a small village. In that small village, there is a tall man who chases me with a knight's lance.

In the beginning, I always appeared in a dark room, and the footsteps came from upstairs.

I was very scared and tried to run outside, but when I ran out of the decayed room, the footsteps would appear behind me again.

If I try to keep running, the footsteps won't stop, and he won't appear until I'm exhausted and exhausted.

The knight followed me like this until I couldn't run at all, and he would appear and impale me with a black spear in his hand. "

As he spoke, Wilbur's face became even uglier. The scene in his nightmare seemed to overlap with reality, which made him break out in a cold sweat unconsciously.

Lewis seemed to be familiar with this scene. It was because Wilbur interacted with the evil spirit, or left behind some medium, which caused the evil spirit to appear in his dreams every night.

"Have you been anywhere recently? For example, a place similar to the scene in the nightmare." Lewis asked.

"A place similar to the scene in the nightmare?" Wilbur tried hard to think, and said: "I have indeed been to that place, but it was already ten years ago, and I have been busy with business recently, so I have only been to the West End a few times. "

Lewis frowned. It was impossible for the events of ten years ago to have erupted recently, unless the evil spirits appeared only recently.

What caused the appearance of the evil spirit, because a superhuman died there?
Some extraordinary people, their souls are stronger in themselves, and the probability of becoming evil spirits after death is higher than that of ordinary people.

However, according to Mr. Wilbur's description, the evil spirit wandering there is a knight.

Today, with the strong rise of guns, knights have long since become history. It is hard to imagine that a knight-like transcendent died somewhere, and the remaining resentment still lingered in that village.

However, Lewis already has a solution, and if he can solve this matter smoothly, he will deal with it himself.

If the evil spirit is too powerful, he will report the matter to the church and let the official transcendent solve it.

"Mr. Wilbur, there is a saying in psychology that the scenes you have seen in reality will reappear in your dreams. Perhaps, you once encountered terrible things in that village, which led to those terrible dreams. Something." Lewis said flickeringly.

Wilbur nodded solemnly. He felt that what Lewis said made sense, so he asked, "Mr. Detective, what should I do?"

"Reduce sleep time in the last two days, try to do more things that can relax yourself, and I will give you a more professional treatment plan in two days.

After all, mental illness requires special treatment options. "

Seeing Lewis speak so professionally, Wilbur couldn't help but praise: "Detective Lewis, you are really a professional psychiatrist, much better than that idiot who told me to go to church to pray this morning."

Lewis twitched the corners of his mouth. The idiot who asked Wilbur to go to church to pray might be an extraordinary person. He saw Wilbur's abnormality.

Of course, it might just be a coincidence that that idiot simply couldn't figure out Wilbur's problem.

"Of course." Lewis smiled and left the room without staying too long. He needed to assess the danger of the evil spirit.

(End of this chapter)