Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 210 One hundred and twenty-five. Clothes, coma, and fishing nets

   Something crossed his face, it seemed to be a swirling whirlpool, and it seemed to be something in the sea.

  The cold and dark sea water will wrap the figure smashed into the water. Lu Li pursed his lips tightly, narrowed his eyes, kicked and paddled under his feet, and swam towards the water above.

   The light raincoat slipped off his shoulders and detached from Lu Li's body. Suddenly, Lu Li felt that his left foot was bound by something, pulling it downward. He lowered his head and could only see the boundless darkness.

   In the deep sea without light, the direction cannot be distinguished, and even the boundaries between the upper and the lower are blurred.

   His black eyes narrowed, Lu Li stretched his hand into his arms, took out the flashlight and turned it on.

  The dark beam illuminates a limited area, dispelling the looming malice in the dark. Lu Li's left ankle was wrapped in a fluttering black.

   is the raincoat that slipped off Lu Li.

  Lu Li took out the psychic gun, and the barrel of the carved rose petal pointed to his feet. After a short delay, Lu Li changed to smashing it.

  The water flowed open, and the psychic gun smashed into the black raincoat at the ankle at an unpleasant speed. The scene of annihilation appeared, like the black raincoat that came alive at the moment when the psychic gun touched it, as if the darkness pierced by the sun, melted in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

   Lu Li, who briefly solved the black raincoat, had no time to put away his psychic gun and swam to the water.

   He sensed that more auras of the same kind were emerging from the bottom of the sea, and the group of clothes came.

Lu Li didn't know how far he was from the sea, but he seemed to hear the noise on the sea. At the next moment when it was hard to tell if it was an auditory hallucination or the real thing, an old sweater caught up to Lu Li first and wrapped around his feet. wrist, drag it down.

   Lu Li repeated his old tricks and waved his psychic gun again. The sweater was like a weathered building, and it disappeared into ashes with a light touch.

   But in the sweater shreds, two more groups maliciously rushed around, wrapping around Lu Li's legs, and his figure floating to the sea stagnated again.

   Luli scattered them, but more clothes were entangled from the bottom of the sea, and the more they died.

  Grumble—

   Lu Li spit out a large piece of bubbles.

   His breath was almost exhausted before rushing into the water.

   Lu Li still pursed his lips tightly, and swung the psychic gun as a blunt weapon. With each wave, a piece of clothing dissipated, but more came up.

   Gollum—

   Another bubble came out of Lu Li's mouth, and to make matters worse, he choked.

   Lu Li, who didn't hold his breath, inhaled part of the seawater in his lungs.

   The lungs and the trachea have a severe rejection reaction, which will make people want to cough up water, and coughing must inhale air—

   A vicious cycle of terror emerges. Lu Li, who remained calm and calm from the beginning to the end, began to cough violently. With each cough, more seawater poured into the airway and alveoli.

  Cracked air bubbles rushed out from Lu Li's mouth and nose, Lu Li's defense line collapsed instantly, he hunched up, and could no longer ignore the clothes that were pulling on his body. With the last of his strength, he holstered the psychic gun.

   Gradually, no more bubbles came out of Lu Li's mouth, and the clothes wrapped around Lu Li's body layer by layer, dragging him into the bottomless abyss.

   At the end of his consciousness, Lu Li stuffed the flashlight into his mouth, blocking it in his jaw.

   Hair fluttered, arms fluttered weakly, and those eyes that were the same as the abyss became dim.

  …

"Aha…"

  Anna yawned and leaned on the desk with her head tilted.

   She sat in Lu Li's seat most often, staring at the hour hand on the alarm clock.

   It was just eight o'clock in the evening, eight hours before dawn.

   "The night is so long."

  Anna muttered vaguely.

  …

  Crash-Crash-

   Chains, rancidity, heavy steps.

   These three words make up a disturbing picture.

   They appeared in Lu Li's hazy consciousness, accompanied by coldness and weakness.

For a long time after   , these three senses occupied all of Lu Li. And over time, pain and crowding came to those words.

   This is good news, it means that Lu Li is regaining consciousness.

  Crash-Crash-

   I don't know how many times the voice sounded, Lu Li opened his eyes weakly.

   The flashlight he held at the last moment of drowning disappeared without a trace, and the unconscious body could not feel whether the psychic gun was still on him.

   The rotten-smelling corpse took over the entire line of sight, and the scene looked like a horrific scene from hell.

   It took Lu Li a lot of effort to identify these corpses as fish corpses. He mixed with these fish corpses and couldn't tell them apart.

  These fish of different sizes have been dead for a long time, and their body surfaces are invariably covered with a layer of viscous black substance, and Lu Li guesses that he is similar.

   looked past the piles of fish carcasses and looked into the distance. The outside world was mottled and covered with messy black threads—a layer of fishing nets the size of a fist.

Snapped.

   A fish tail slapped Lu Li's face.

  Lu Li shook his only movable head, and knocked off the big fish that was almost arm-length.

  Crash-Crash-

   The sour iron chain friction sounded again. The iron chain came from the top of the head and hung in the fishing net where the landing was located. The sea breeze blew through the gaps between the corpses with a rancid stench.

   So I was caught by a fishing net...

   The body is still unable to move, but gradually regains consciousness. He turned his head and looked around.

   This fishing net was hanging above a certain boat, and Lu Li could hear the heavy footsteps blown by the sea breeze. He had heard this hollow sound of stepping on the deck many times during the day.

   Occasionally, the fishing net would sway due to the ups and downs of the boat. At this time, Lu Li could peek outside through the fishing net and the corpse.

   It was pitch black everywhere, fish carcasses, decks, the sea surface, and even the blowing sea breeze, but these pitch blacks were distinct. Light black, light black, dark black, rich black.

  Lu Li lowered his head and found that he was also black.

   Things are already obvious. Either there's something wrong with his own psyche, or the ship is weird.

   The Nikolai counter on the wrist maintained a constant clack, the former can be ruled out.

  Crash-Crash-

   observed quietly for a while, and the sound of the iron chain above his head suddenly became urgent. The fishing net vibrated, and the fish corpses that had been rotting for a long time seemed to be alive. Lu Li, who was originally on the top layer of the fishing net, was gradually pressed under the fish corpses.

  The fish corpse looks like the clothes wrapped around Lu Li before, making him unable to observe the outside world.

   This vibration lasted for a few minutes, and suddenly, at a certain moment, Lu Li fell into a free fall, along with all the fish carcasses in the fishing net.

boom-

   Before Lu Li could think of what was below, he had already fallen into a group of smooth fish corpses. There was a tingling pain in the chest, maybe the fins had scratched the skin.

   He immediately raised his head and looked around.

   The fish corpses in the fishing net landed on a conveyor belt more than ten meters long. The conveyor belt was moving, and at the end of them, a few dark and huge monsters held machetes and quickly chopped the conveyor belt in front of them—

   (end of this chapter)