Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1204 One hundred and forty-two. The identity of the gardener

   There was suddenly a heavy, low whistling sound like the wind blowing through a culvert in the bedroom.

  When Lu Li realized what it was, the back of the dreamer unfolded, the halo and cat body faded and disappeared.

  There was an abnormal noise from the window, the savage Bat Monster hung upside down outside the window, and the scarlet eyes peeked through the window, and sharp high-frequency sound waves penetrated into the bedroom.

   "My master...is bathing."

  The Lizard Maid replied, with some incomprehensible exchange: "No...you have no right to break in."

  Squeak-

   The bathroom door was pushed open at this time, and Claire, dripping with warm water, stood in front of the door in a bathrobe: "What happened."

The   lizard maid couldn't understand why the outgoing head maid was in the bathroom, so she lowered her head and replied, "Master, the bat guard wants to break into your bedroom."

  The sound of the wind echoed in the bathroom, and Claire's voice was cold: "I need a reason."

   Sharp sound waves drilled through the glass, echoing in the bedroom, and the bat guards and their heavy breathing left the windowsill in the sharp tinnitus and merged into the night sky.

   "What did it say?"

   The silhouette of Lu Li, who was squatting by the door frame, appeared, and Claire next to him disappeared together with the dream.

   "It's just watching over us at the request of the mistress."

  Lu Li didn't hear the explanation of the lizard maid because the terrifying loneliness instantly surrounded him

   The dreamer sheltered Lu Li from bad luck several times, but now, the dreamer who stepped into the critical line has become his nightmare-candlelight illuminates every corner of the bedroom, but an indescribable darkness envelopes his mind and body.

  A layer of thick barrier separates Lu Li from the world, which is like a sense of isolation that the world has abandoned, as if being banished from the planet, drifting away in the lonely and cold dark space.

  Lu Li is no stronger than those who hold the cursed title, especially after losing the Doomsday Apocalypse.

   In the cage constructed of fear and loneliness, Lu Li realized why the legendary legend, who has been famous for a long time, is like lighting a match in the cold winter to keep warm, and why he is so humble in front of hope——

   Lu Li released the dreamer, and the deprived safety and warmth suddenly returned. He told the lizard maid, "Claire told her that I was too low-human when she came back, and asked her to find a dying monster. If I lose consciousness at that time, control me to kill it." Then he restrained his nostalgia for the warm wooden house and took the initiative to step into the house. Cold snowy night.

  …

  Claire, who returned with good news, saw Lu Li curled up at the foot of the bed as if he was sick, not responding to the outside world.

   "The bat guard has come, and the guests have consumed humanity in order to conceal your departure."

   A fierce wind raged in the bedroom, and Claire was going to catch a bat to guard the atonement, but was stopped by the lizard maid: "Master, this will expose you and your guests."

The wind subsided and Claire regained her composure: "You're right... Ask the gardener to provide a batch of living monsters. If it refuses, tell him it's to find the mother. No, don't go, I'll take Lu Li. Cemetery."

  Claire called the Lizard Maid again, they seemed to have a smaller target.

   As for the possibility of the Bat Guard period coming again, she can't control that much.

   picked up Lu Li, who closed his eyes as if asleep, and Claire left the terrace again and flew towards the gardener's territory.

  The necropolis, the raging wind poured into the tomb, Claire destroyed the transplanted body of the gardener to the little gardener, and in the latter's painful tumbling due to the failure of the operation, he said to the gardener: "I need to live weird, a lot."

  The gardener cleans up the failed operation: The struggling little gardener was dismembered by the pale slender arms clutching the dagger, and became a pile of lifeless limbs.

   "It's about the mother."

  Claire's replenishment freed the gardener from what he was holding, and led Claire to the cemetery where the strange things caught were piled up.

"Land from?"

  Claire shook Lu Li gently, but did not wake him up, so according to Lu Li's message, he weakened the weirdness to the point of death, grabbed the cat's paw and printed it on their bodies.

  The weak but constant damage kills the little life left by the monsters. When they die, human nature is like a spring irrigating depleted souls.

  Lu Li woke up from the dream on his own, haggard and weak, and let Claire continue to harvest humanity.

   "When..."

  The gardener opened his mouth dully, but was interrupted by Claire: "That's scary?"

   "Unlike Low Sanity Syndrome, Low Humanity will cost you everything."

   is like a baby out of the womb, like being driven away by a warm home, like being exiled by the world.

   Even so, the short-lived low humanity also has its benefits - making Lu Li more aware of the importance and preciousness of human nature.

   Even putting a tick in this icy universe of despair, it's still rare.

   "Kill... you guys!"

The    roar suddenly sounded from behind, and the winds hovering around Claire squeezed each other, blocking the attack.

   "Are you crazy?"

  Claire coldly confronts the gardener who suddenly went crazy and attacked her.

   "My... mother! Who is it! Tell... me!" The limbs stitched to the deformed torso swayed with the gardener's anger, like a deformed sea urchin driving people crazy.

   "Lu Li needs to rest, wait until he recovers."

   But Claire is not afraid of gardeners.

   "It has recovered and is in good condition." Lu Li stopped their conflict.

   "It's like the comfort of a stomach cramp after the pain goes away?"

"almost."

  Lu Li asked the gardener to wait for a while, released the dreamer, and said to Claire: "Imagine the soul of the farmer you see."

   An illusory, fluorescent outline emerges. It was the crouched soul of a man, fragile and decadent, clear and yet vaguely like a haze.

   "Can you recognize it?"

   "I don't know, but I feel familiar."

  Lu Li rummaged through his memory for that trace of familiarity.

   And the surrounding smudged dreams emerged with scenes and conversations:

"Because Dean Asammons has not returned from going out, this year's dinner party will be hosted by me." Professor Chrissy in the main seat gestured to the outlines beside him: "Then, let's first introduce you to the cuties in the lower grades. Own?"

   "Senior occult professor, you can call me Helmder." The emaciated figure in the old and refined standard musketeer's costume took off his top hat.

   "Professor of divination, undead." The pale, decadent, poet-like sentimental man beside Helmder ripped off his head, revealing centipede-like wounds and stitches.

  The picture freezes at this moment, and the decadence of the undead merges with the curled soul floating beside him.

   Lu Li found out the identity of the farmer.

   This also helps them narrow down.

   The dreamer faded away, Lu Li asked Claire to continue helping him harvest humanity, while he entered the dream and followed the clues.

  There is an honor corridor on the canopy level, where the portraits of the professors of the Giant Tree Academy are hung.

   Lu Li, who appeared in the memory corridor, looked at the first painting: Dean Asammons, who had never appeared in the illusion of late night city.

   He has distinctly long hair and a hooked nose.

   is like the gardener's soul.

   (end of this chapter)