Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1038 One hundred and five. The death of Lu Li

   The depths of the mist are shrouded in darkness.

   The dim oil lamp gradually lights up, dispelling the darkness, and a figure with an oil lamp emerges.

  Lu Li lowered his eyes, looked at the left hand holding the oil lamp, and raised it suspiciously—then raised his spare right hand.

   stepped forward with his right leg, which was indeed his left leg. He felt that Lu Li, who was upside down, fell uncontrollably. Before he fell to the floor, Lu Li stretched out his hand to support him. The loose oil lamp rolled out and hit the ceiling fan next to him.

   Familiar with the discomfort of upside-down perception, Lu Li slowly moved to the ceiling fan and picked up the oil lamp like a patient who had recovered from a serious illness.

  The dusty metal ceiling fan no longer flickered, and Lu Li held up the creaking oil lamp.

   The dim yellow diffuses outward, revealing more hidden and dark things.

  The living room table and chairs were glued to the ceiling, the messy bowls and spoons were thrown on the dining table, and the door extended along the floor.

   Lu Li, standing on the ceiling, slowly approached the door, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed open the upside-down door.

  The dome-like ground extends forward, and the house hangs upside down from the dome. The darkness under your feet is bottomless, and if you step out of the house, you may fall into the sky.

  Lu Li already knew where he was: the filthy sewer.

   Rotten sewers are an outlier among the three forbidden areas.

  Whether swampland or strange jungle, people set foot in it, establish safe areas, explore and understand. Only the filthy sewers are not included, and little is known about it—

   But Lu Li's status allows him to know the deep truth: the filthy sewers are a forgotten place.

   Before the disaster, the Rotten Sewer was a town of gods at the end of the main line of the old sewer. Following the disaster, the town subsided, forming a giant pit that merged into the old sewers. The local residents of the town, the church and its gods all disappeared in the subsidence event.

   But that's all Lu Li knows. The conditions for understanding the filthy sewers are harsh: only when you want to enter the filthy sewers, you will know all the information about it.

  The March Tournament will place the second stage in the filthy sewer, and let all players enter here... Does it have any deep meaning?

   And two of the three forbidden areas became the first two stages of the competition, so in the distant third stage, is the last monster jungle waiting for them?

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   Closing the door, Lu Li returned to the living room, calling out to Will Ken in his heart. The old exorcist didn't respond. After confirming that the parchment on his chest was still there, Lu Li took out his eyeballs and summoned the businessman Anthony.

   It’s just that the situation of the filthy sewer is more troublesome than imagined: Lu Li and businessman Anthony could not understand each other’s words, and the written content was not only reversed, but even formed strange and unrecognizable characters.

   But the gesture to let it go is still recognizable.

   After the businessman Anthony left, Lu Li walked to the dining table.

   A note covers the dust on the desktop. Reach out and take it off, with the words that Lu Li can recognize on it.

  【Congratulations to the second level】

  【I hope you can still understand the note, otherwise you may miss this tip】

  【What you have to do is very simple, stand in front of the window and see the exit of the filthy sewer in the distance? When you get there you will enter the third level]

  【Remember, there will be no rewards for eliminating other players, this is a cooperative level】

   After looking at the note that was not abnormal, Lu Li took out the pen and tried to copy it. It's just that no matter how correct the mind's cognition is, the written content becomes an upside-down text that messes up the brain.

Snapped--

  Lu Li looked down at his feet, and there was a sound coming from the second floor.

   stopped copying, put the note back in place, and Lu Li walked to the stairs.

  The stairs were turned upside down and turned into decorations. The only way for Lu Li to reach the second floor was to jump down.

   Confirmed that the ceiling would not collapse due to the weight, and fell into the void-like sky, and Lu Li jumped down from the stairwell.

  !

  The dust trembled with the shaking of the ceiling, and the shadows swayed with the swaying of the oil lamp.

  Whoa——

   At the same time, the sound of glass breaking came from the room at the end of the corridor.

   Stepping on the ceiling that made a "squeak" sound, Lu Li walked along the corridor to the end, briefly sensed the space behind the door, and Lu Li pushed open the door.

  This is a guest room, the windows have long been broken, the glass is scattered on the floor above, the breeze blows the curtains like gauze, and two stones lie quietly around the broken glass.

  While Lu Li was observing, another stone got into the window and landed on the floor, rolling a few times.

   Stepping over the threshold-like partition above the door, Lu Li entered the room and walked to the window.

  In another house more than ten meters away, a figure clutching a stone was revealed behind the window.

   He was delighted that his call was answered, but not surprisingly, Lu Li couldn't understand his words, and neither did he.

   At this moment, the shouting figure suddenly made some kind of surprised shout, as if to recognize Lu Li, shouting indistinguishably, trying to express something.

  Then he figured out a way to start waving his hands in circles in front of the window like a madman—

   Lu Li immediately realized what he wanted to express. In the perceptually upside-down filthy sewers, the normal itself represents the abnormal.

   But then the performance of the figure behind the window began to make Lu Li incomprehensible: he pulled out the dagger, motioned to Lu Li, slowly changed his mouth shape, and cut his neck with the dagger.

   The expected blood gushing scene did not happen, and the figure behind the window suddenly disappeared.

   And Lu Li understood the meaning of his expression from the last mouth shape of the figure.

   "Death restores condition," he was saying.

   After approaching the window of the house, he killed himself with a shadow and regained his calm. Lu Li stopped for a while, then left the room awkwardly and returned to the corridor.

  There are also two rooms upstairs, one is the utility room and the other is the bedroom of the owner of the house.

  Standing on the ceiling directly above the bed, Lu Li looked at a book on the bedside table—as here, it was upside down and unrecognizable.

  If this house has clues, it should be in this master's bedroom—

   At this time, his chest was slightly warm, and Lu Li suddenly heard the voice of Will Ken, who had been silent for a long time.

   "Lu Li...integrates...the way...feigned death, in order to...get rid of...trust Will."

  Normal, understandable, old voices sounded as if from afar, forming broken words intermittently. But with what he saw in the guest room on the second floor, Lu Li pieced together the truth: the way to blend in with the surrounding environment is to fake death... Trust Will.

   Coincidentally, Lu Li thought that the "gadgets" given by Vice President Chris included an eternal sleep pill.

   "Take it and your pain will disappear with your life" When he looked through his stomach bag to find the box containing the pills, Lu Li could almost imagine the look on Vice President Chris holding the pills.

  Will Ken's old voice no longer sounded, as if it had been blocked by the power here.

   Before that, Lu Li released the projection of the sapling tree to confirm that it was not an illusion or an illusion, and then took the potion.

  The melted pills took effect quickly, paralyzing the body——

   Lu Li's heart stopped beating.

   The chest no longer rises and falls.

   The drooping black eyes tended to remain still, filled with the grayness of death.

   (end of this chapter)