Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1224 One hundred and sixty-two. Bizarre Syndrome (2)

   The slight fishy sea breeze from the coast stirred up the dull, damp, rotting wood smell in the room.

   Stepping on the swollen floor, Lu Li couldn't find a single object in the room that matched his memory. When returning to the street, the distant church bells rang in the distance.

   Night is not far away.

  Who is the bell ringer?

   I walked through many places, but there was only a dead silence. From the unresponsive Lu Li, I looked to the east where the bell sounded.

   There was a Church of Our Lady there, if memory is accurate.

   Maybe the answer is right there, but Lu Li remembered something, went back to the room through the window, walked into the dark bedroom where the air was turbid and oppressive, covered the door that was obscurely rubbing the floor, and locked himself in the pitch-black cage.

  Darkness comes unexpectedly. In the depths of the stillness where there was only breathing and heartbeat, an uncontrollable evil bred from the darkness, and an irresistible fear engulfed him every second.

   When the darkness panic reached its peak, Lu Li knocked open the door to escape the darkness.

   Calamities still exist in the world.

   They are still on this dark earth like the inner world.

   Lu Li, who was sweating slightly on his forehead, didn't look for the lighthouse where the bell sounded, because he didn't want to be in danger when night fell.

  There is no evidence that dying here will actually die...and there is no evidence that there will be resurrection.

  However, basic fire is stumped by Lu Li—the harbour city and the constant rain make everything damp. Lu Li pushed open all the doors that could be opened in the longhouse. There was no flint, and the flint in the oil lamp could not be used for a long time. There was only a thin layer in the container for storing kerosene that did not float on the stagnant water that had penetrated into it.

   The disturbing night was approaching. Lu Li could only ignite the fires he had picked up, such as fabrics, scraps of wood, and unrecognizable wet photos, and dried them with his body temperature.

   Among them is a candle that is stuck by the wick, broken and missing. But maybe still ignite.

  Before the longhouse was too dark to stay, hurry up and put the firewood you found in the "Detective Agency".

  In the depths of the darkness, invisible terrifying claws condensed quietly, grabbing at the back of Lu Li, who was holding wet charcoal.

   was about to touch, and Lu Li walked into a dimly lit door.

  The claws and the lingering obscure whispers vanished.

  Whoa——

   Throwing the wet charcoal in his arms to the floor, Lu Li looked behind him, the corridor outside the door had become a dark wall.

   The room that was already hard to see could not be lit, Lu Li climbed out of the dark room.

   squatted in the corner of the street and took out the barely drying fire. Unfortunately, no bowstrings or strings were found in the longhouse, so Lu Li could only make fire by rubbing dry sticks with both hands and drilling wood with difficulty.

   There is still some time before it gets dark, so Lu Li was puzzled and thankful that the strange fog did not emerge from the deep sea.

   Tonight there is only the scourge of the night.

Maybe.

   Drilling wood to make fire takes more energy and stamina than imagined. Lu Li is forced to stop every few seconds because of the pain in his arm, but it is best to just let the hollow smoke out. As the accumulation failed, even a short rest could not relieve muscle soreness, and the palms of the skin that had been ripped by the rough and rough epidermis of the wooden stick began to sting.

   In the empty and silent street, a figure knelt in the corner, rubbing his hands tiredly and frantically. The blue smoke rose with the rotation of the wooden stick, and the beads of sweat flowed along his cheeks, converged on the lower jaw, and dripped into a smear mark on the bluestone slab.

  Finally, in the evening after dozens of minutes, the invisible Mars lit up in the dim darkness. Lu Li raised his sore and trembling hands, took the stick with sparks and carefully poured it into the tinder next to him, then held up the tinder, and continued to blow to let the sparks ignite the fire and gradually burn.

Sweat dripped down his face and arms, Lu Li carefully held the fire, walked into the quiet room with no wind, put down the swaying fire, continued to add dry wood, and then placed the fire and firewood aside to dry, the outermost periphery was like a brazier Surround with charcoal and wood blocks.

   In front of the tiny fire, Lu Li spread out his palms. The price of a successful fire is a blistered palm.

   No water, no bandages. Lu Li simply tore off his shirt and wrapped his palms. He took out the candle in his pocket and set it on the fire. When it was soft, he woke it up and re-bonded it into a whole crooked candle.

   After doing this, the window no longer sees a trace of light.

   Darkness hangs over Belfast.

   It was too late to search for food and fortify the hiding place, Lu Li endured the poisonous smoke rising from the wet wood, simply closed the windows again, and moved the fire to the kitchen.

  Most of the smoke leaves the chimney, the room is no longer smoky, but it also makes it easy to spot.

  Lu Li can only wait until the firewood is fully dry before putting it in, and hopes that the night in Belfast will be as quiet and empty as the day.

  The cramped environment is reassuring.

   Lu Li, who was covered in filth, sat by the fireplace, the fire shining on his face. Until now, he didn't have time to think about what happened, but because he was tired, he slowly fell asleep leaning against the cupboard.

   What awakens Lu Li is thirst.

  Dry eyes are hard to turn, and dry tongues cannot moisten dry lips.

   seems to have turned into a furnace, and every dry cell on his body is telling Lu Li: he needs water.

   There is a boundless sea outside the port of Rodster, but Lu Li was having trouble thinking because of the lack of water at this time.

   The stove was still burning, and a piece of wet charcoal that was put into it in advance kept Lu Li from disappearing in this long night. After adding some firewood to make the stove go strong again, Lu Li took out a burning wooden stick, and walked to the corridor through the weak, into the utility room at the end, then bit the stick and moved the kerosene barrel to the room despite the tingling of his palm.

The strange noise caused by    Luli echoed in the corridor.

  The water and kerosene in the oil barrel have been infiltrating and merging with each other for a long time, and because of the shaking and mixing when moving, drinking them rashly is no different from walking into the dark. But on the bright side, as long as they are separated, Lu Li can get kerosene and water at the same time.

  Lu Li found some containers in the kitchen and made a simple set of stills by the stove.

   The subsequent distillation is full of uncertainty. Whether or not the humble still works, or whether it can purify drinking water. The only way to tell success or failure is sight and smell.

   Filled the empty can and placed it on the stove. Lu Li endured his thirst and waited for more than ten minutes. The earth bowl placed at the end of the distiller accumulated nearly half, and Lu Li took out the earth bowl.

  The pungent smell of kerosene still wafts in the bowl, and when raised to the level of the stove, it seems that there is a layer of oil stains floating on the surface of the distilled water.

  Distilled water is still not clean enough. Lu Li scraped off the oil stains on the surface and put it back on the stove for distillation again.

  After waiting for ten minutes, Lu Li took out the double-distilled water, the odor was much lessened...or he got used to the smell of kerosene.

   Maybe drinking a small amount of temporarily quenching thirst is not a problem.

  Lu Li drank this bowl of distilled water that tasted worse than Anna's soup. After dozens of minutes, there was a slight pain in the abdomen. I wanted to induce vomiting, but it was too late. In just a few minutes, my head dizziness and abdominal cramps became more and more intense. The unbearable nausea overwhelmed my will, and the severe abdominal cramps tore my senses. .

   The last restraint drove Lu Li to start by the fire, reluctantly moved to the living room, and stopped at the dividing line between light and darkness.

   Vomiting and stench filled the room with pain.

   (end of this chapter)