Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1149 Eighty-seven. High Tower

  The Howling Storm that ravaged the Maelstrom was blocked.

   There are also whirlpool crowds. They stopped at the edge of the square and dared not set foot in the range of the tower.

   Those who got a moment of respite soon discovered that the interior of the tower was not without wind, and countless tiny cyclones lingered like ghosts in the dark tower without light, curling and blown dry skin.

   Potter took out the matches and lantern from his stomach bag and stroked

  嚓——嚓——

   A flame emerged, and black smoke was drawn into a surging tiny eddy current. Potter lit the lantern and threw the firewood over the lampshade.

  The smudged twilight dispelled the surrounding darkness, revealing a wooden staircase extending upwards from the depths of the lighthouse.

  The attention of everyone else is outside - the gust of wind that slanted past, the shadowy vortex man stopped outside the square, not close to the tower.

  The vortex people will not step in, but there is no way to know if the guards can enter. They each took out fluorite lamps or oil lamps, and let the light spread out.

  Langel stuck to the outer wall of the tower, and was frightened, he took out the medicine from his stomach bag and threw it at the wall.

Snapped--

  The shattered glass splattered in the crisp sound, and the unknown deep potion sprayed the wall.

"what happened?"

   The exorcists who were frightened by him looked at them, and Langer, who had stepped back, took out a new potion and pointed to the wall: "It's full of vortex people!"

   His transitional response stemmed from the conditioned reflex of his dream experience.

   "What I threw out was a corrosive potion, there was no reaction, it should not be a vortex man." He added.

   Elena rolled up a lantern and approached the wooden wall, the unknown darkness faded, and a terrifying scene was revealed before their eyes: a dense vortex of people crowded the wall, forming a terrifying picture of hell.

   Even if you look closely, these amber-like swirls are realistic enough. The only thing that makes them distorted is the freezing of life-like freezing under the ice.

  It is not surprising that Langer sees the wall as a whirlpool man. Even though they realize it's just a wall, they still put most of their attention on it.

   "Leave three people to respond." Lu Li said.

Whether the    wooden steps can support the trampling of too many people is still unknown, and the whirlpool people may break into the tower at any time, and they must leave people so that they will not be blocked on it.

   "I'll stay," Tris said.

   He, Ellen, Lanna stayed at the entrance, and half of Lu Lifen's potion.

  Lu Li, Elena, and the rest stepped onto the unexpectedly firm steps, winding up along the spiral steps with the silhouettes of whirlpools everywhere. Walking up the stairs surrounded by treacherous walls is unsettling, and the oil lamp can't dispel the depression in my heart.

The    tower has no windows, and the darkness outside the light is like an unknown depth of the ground, as if it is going down instead of up. They had to take the manifesting potion, lest the indistinguishable Vortex would suddenly leap out of the darkness and attack them.

   About one hundred and fifty steps up, they noticed that the "material" of the walls had changed. The outlines belonging to the whirlpool people gradually blurred. Elena says they are showing guard features.

   Going up dozens of steps, Elena's statement was confirmed, and the exorcists also recognized that these vortex people were turning into guards. But as long as they don't come alive and climb out of the wall, they just need to be treated as murals.

   "Mr. Lu Li... We can't go any further."

   At this time, Potter stopped walking, raised his slightly bent fingers that could not be straightened, and said with an ugly face: "My hand can't be straightened... There is pollution here..."

  People raised their lanterns to look at each other, and soon saw that Yodel’s hair was getting curly and Langer’s nails were curling up.

   Vortex pollution is more or less present in them.

   They looked at Lu Li worriedly. Fortunately, the black hair of the exorcist was not curled, nor was his palm bent.

  Potter guesses that the higher the level, the more serious the pollution is, like a transformation ritual, and they will become that group of monsters further up.

  Everyone took the protective potion, and Elena also got a bottle, and continued to rise under the pollution of the tower.

   They came to the middle of the tower, and the twisted mural transitioned from a vortex man to a guard. When it changed from a guard to a pure curly line, the team had to stop again because of the twisted pollution.

   The protective potion has an effect, but they looked at Lu Li's curly hair and difficult to straighten palms, and realized that there would be no second possibility except that everyone would become a whirlpool person.

   Someone has to climb the tower alone.

   "I'll go up." Langer took the initiative to stand up and say.

   "I'm the oldest—" Potter wanted to say something, but Langer interrupted.

   He raised his palm, curled into a bird's paw: "I am the most polluted."

  People were silent because of this.

  In the end, Elena and Langer will continue to move up. If there is an accident, either one will have time to bring the other back.

  The silhouettes of Elena and Langer disappeared around the corner, then the long and narrow shadows they pulled away gradually, the faint light on the edge of the oil lamp disappeared, and finally, the footsteps stopped sounding.

   Lu Li and the rest of the people began to return the same way.

   As they returned to the third position from the middle of the tower, the steps below their feet suddenly shuddered uncomfortably—not related to the difficulty of the wooden steps to support the weight. The trembling comes from the tower, from the earth where the tower stands, from the depths of the earth.

   The eddy breeze around him disappeared at this moment, and an indescribable whimper gushed out from the bottom of the lighthouse, drowning the people who would not be able to react in the future.

The attacker had no form - it was a gust of wind gushing out of the narrow lighthouse space, and Naveen, who was walking in front, bore the brunt of it. Deep in the tower, and Yordle tumbled a few times, grabbing the steps and not being blown away like Wenger.

   Compared with the lucky Naveen and the unlucky Wenger, the boundaries between Lu Li, Potter and Yodel are much blurred. They tumbled and collided under the breathless wind. In the chaos that the darkness was about to cover, Lu Li, who was lying on the steps, grabbed the arm of Yodel who was rolling over him.

  Yordle didn't have time to reverse his grip, Lu Li's hand slipped from his arm to his wrist, and then only the first half of his palm was left, and he was about to break free.

   Lu Li quickly put his left hand into his stomach bag and grabbed two bottles of potions, smashing them in front of Yodel. The bright fluorescent liquid rescued several people who were about to be swallowed by the darkness, and most of them landed on Yodel and his open mouth.

   When Lu Li took Yodel's hand and completely released it, his figure sneaked into the inner world.

   After a short period of torment, the raging airflow gradually disappeared, leaving behind three figures who remained in place for the rest of their lives.

  Lu Li climbed up from the steps and took out the fluorite lamp. The dim light revealed the silhouettes of Naveen and Potter still lying on their stomachs.

   They got up one after another, Potter tremblingly took out the oil lamp and lit it, and found that they were the only ones around, and he smashed his head. He put his other hand on his forehead and let out a painful gasp.

   "His... Wenger and Yodel were blown up."

   (end of this chapter)