Mystery: From Meeting Amon

Chapter 159

In the afternoon, when there were few people on the street, Lewis combined his figure and shadow into one, and left the detective agency. He didn't want to cause trouble for the detective.

If everything goes well, in a few days, he will complete the promotion ceremony of the "Priest of Misfortune" and send Miss Stephanie away, and then he will leave this port city.

"Perhaps, I should find a hotel to rest temporarily and pray to the Evernight Goddess.

If the goddess is willing to give me the mermaid's fresh saliva, it's best, if not, I need to contact Paul and secretly contact the mermaid.

If there is really no chance, I will simply turn to other gods. Whoever is willing to help me get promoted, I will be the most devout believer. "

The promotion was imminent, and Lewis waved his cane a few times in a good mood. In his hand, the cane danced in a complete circle.

There are many gang members on the street, and Lewis can occasionally feel the eyes looking towards him, but he avoids them skillfully.

As he walked, he looked at the surrounding hotels, hoping to find a suitable place for him to complete the prayer ceremony.

Leaving the street area, the eyes are suddenly bright. This is the outskirts of Enmat Port, and there are usually no people coming and going.

Lewis paused suddenly, and then ran away without the slightest hesitation.

Behind Lewis, a chubby middle-aged man frowned. His clothes didn't fit well, his body was bulging, and his eyes were almost completely squinted.

At this time, the middle-aged man was reading a newspaper, looking very absent-minded.

"What kind of extraordinary is he, his intuition seems to be sharper than mine..."

The middle-aged man snapped his fingers, and a fallen leaf about 30 meters ahead suddenly burst into flames. His figure suddenly shifted to the flames, and he successfully pulled into the distance with Lewis.

Immediately afterwards, his mouth puffed up, and the sound of gunfire came out of his mouth.

Pong!
Almost at the same time as the sound sounded, he saw Lewis turned his body slightly, and suddenly, an air bullet hit the stone on the ground, and the stone shattered, as if shot through by a powerful rifle. generally.

"Sensitive movements, strong inspiration, his supernatural ability and I partially overlap, but it is by no means a 'faceless man'."

The short and fat man ran to chase Lewis. Under his fat body, his physical fitness was exceptionally good, even as fast as Lewis.

Although Lewis has been running, the opponent's every move is directly presented in his mind, whether it is a flame jump or a simulated firearm attack, he has seen it all.

He can even see through the opponent's next move in advance so that he can dodge it in advance.

The only problem is that he can't run fast enough. The opponent can use "flame jump" and catch up quickly.

"I can't outrun him at all, if I keep running, I will be easily chased.

The port of Enmat is not very big. Within 10 to [-] minutes at most, many gangsters would attack me from all over the place. "

Lewis couldn't help but be speechless. After all, this is someone else's home field, which is not good for him.

Suddenly, Lewis forcibly changed direction, and he ran towards a residential area.

There are a few sparse houses in that residential area, the walls of which are painted with gray and blue paint, and there are empty gardens in the yard.

In the sunlight, it looks calm and peaceful here.

Approaching the second house, Lewis whispered "Fate" and cast a lucky charm.

He took another ring off his finger, turned around and threw it at a bare honey locust tree behind him.

"destiny!"

As Lewis activated the spell that was thrown, on the branch of the acacia tree, a dry leaf that had not fallen yet burned.

The chubby middle-aged man appeared on the acacia tree as if he jumped out of the flames, just as Lewis had predicted.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, he saw a silver ring appear in front of his eyes, and before he even had time to dodge it, it smashed into his face.

"What kind of supernatural being is he? It's as if he has predicted all my actions."

The middle-aged man found out that Lewis was tricky. He didn't dare to be careless, and jumped onto another tree by borrowing the elasticity of the branch.

"Shit!"

Suddenly, he roared in dissatisfaction, the branch he was holding was covered with bird droppings, and even two birds flew out of the tree hole, trying to peck his head.

He snapped his fingers again, and on the side of the road ahead, a withered grass burst into flames.

Continuously using "flame jump" like this consumes spiritual power, but in order to catch Lewis, he doesn't care so much.

However, as soon as he stepped on the ground, he felt that his feet were empty, and the ground under the ground suddenly sank, and half of his body was sunk in it.

In front of his line of sight, Lewis kicked open a blood-red iron door, and then turned around to look at him with a malicious smile that reminded him of the snow in Backlund.

Then, a mass of pitch-black liquid poured out from the blood-red iron door. The liquid was filled with densely packed eyeballs, which were human eyeballs.

The liquid seemed to be alive. All its eyes rolled around, ignoring Lewis, and finally looked at the chubby middle-aged man, locking on the latter.

The middle-aged man couldn't be sure what the mass of liquid was, but he could roughly guess that it was the product of a supernatural being out of control.

Generally speaking, extraordinary people are not necessarily scary, but none of the products of extraordinary people out of control are easy to mess with, and those things don't necessarily carry any curses on them.

The middle-aged man was horrified. Facing the pool of black liquid, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

Pong!
He simulated the sound of a gunshot, and a bullet passed through the liquid, blasting one of the eyeballs, and the eyeball fragments were scattered throughout the liquid.

The puddle of liquid seemed to be angry, it let out a strange scream that made the scalp tingle, and rushed towards the middle-aged man quickly.

In desperation, the middle-aged man took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket and threw it aside, snapped his fingers, and lit the handkerchief.

In the next moment, his figure flashed to the place where the flame was lit, and with the help of this flame jump, he escaped from the sunken pothole.

When he went to look for Lewis again, the figure of the other party had already disappeared without a trace.

It was too late for the chubby middle-aged man to go after Lewis because he was in bigger trouble.

The strange scream of this out-of-control monster seemed to have a strange power, causing his brain to go blank for a while, causing flesh and blood to grow in the center of his right hand, and the flesh and blood eventually formed a white and tender palm...

"How could I be so unlucky?

No, why was he so lucky that even the monsters didn't follow him! "

The middle-aged man roared unwillingly, but his body did not slacken at all. He pulled out a piece of paper, which suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and slashed at the weird monster.

(End of this chapter)