Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 270 One hundred and eighty-five. Count Dracula

  The hour hand on the alarm clock approached the number 4, and the carriage arrived in Belfast.

  As a commercial city built on the mountain, Belfast looks more lively and more prosperous.

   Standing on the top of the mountain, you can see the entire city at a glance.

   A few minutes before four o'clock in the afternoon, the carriage returned to the longhouse of the detective agency.

   It took at least two hours to get to the elm forest on the outskirts of the city, and it was too late today.

   put the things back in the detective agency, and Lu Li and Anna returned the carriage to the rental house and took out the deposit.

   On the way back, he passed the market. Like the previous two times, Lu Li bought two kinds of ingredients, one for dinner and the other for Anna to try.

   Anna, who returned to the detective agency, recovered a little, and turned into the girly character she used to be, floating into the kitchen with food in hand.

   Lu Li lit the oil lamp on the dining table and covered it with a glass cover.

   Gently flicked the firewood, a cloud of blue smoke rose and dissipated, and Lu Li's eyes fell on the sculpture beside the door.

The    sculpture is still the same as when they left yesterday, never moved.

   Next time the merchant comes, you can ask him if he knows the identity of the sculpture.

   went back to the desk and sat down. Lu Li put the 5000 shillings given by Aunt Mary and the 500 shillings in the pages into the deepest drawer. After the [cries for help in the alley] had been verified, Lu Li could almost buy the second deep-sea stone.

   After finishing this, Anna suddenly walked out of the kitchen, pursed her lips and walked to the desk, staring at Lu Li.

   The kitchen hasn't had a fire yet.

   "I remember we have one more thing to do," Anna said.

"What's up."

   "A thing that can get you a sum of money."

  …

   Twenty minutes later.

  Lu Li and the hidden figure Anna stood in front of the art gallery of Mrs. An Lei.

   But now there should be a word "Yuan": the original Mrs. Anlei Art Gallery.

The signboard of the    Mrs. An Lei Art Gallery has been demolished, and the new owner who rented the shop is directing workers to sweep the messy floor of the gallery.

"Eh--"

   Lu Li's ears rang out, which Anna didn't expect.

  Lu Li was already prepared. After all, Benjamin had already revealed that the gallery was not operating well and had no customers. This guy thought that after solving the ghost problem, there would be more customers, but who would have thought that there would be no customers.

   The breath beside him stopped, and Anna said angrily, "Go and ask where that guy moved to."

   "Forget it." Almost thinking of Anna's plan to do it, Lu Li shook his head and said, "He probably doesn't have much money either."

   "Okay..." Anna was a little discouraged, and suddenly let out a soft whimper as if she had found something: "Lu Lili, I sense the breath of ghosts nearby..."

   "Don't worry about it." Lu Li was about to leave when it was getting dark.

   "That aura is very weak."

  Lu Li's steps stopped: "Where?"

  …

  The alley behind the former Madame Anlei Art Gallery.

  In a deserted alley, beside the piled up garbage cans, a white cloth covered something.

  Lu Li stopped in front of the trash can. With a thought from Anna, the white mist was lifted, revealing a seemingly expensive oil painting.

  The profile figure in the oil painting wearing gorgeous clothes suddenly turned to Lu Li, and the face with makeup applied like a woman grinned grimly: "Young body... I haven't entered for a long time—"

   "It's Dracula."

   A voice came from the space beside Lu Li, Anna recognized the name of the oil painting, and told Lu Li that the ghost's breath was on it.

   Like Anna, this Count Dracula is also a ghost living in the painting.

   "Who's there!?"

   Dracula suddenly shouted, and he looked around Lu Li vigilantly in the painting. But there was no one around except this guy with the umbrella in front of him.

   "I'm here." Anna took the initiative to emerge and float beside Lu Li—the ground was full of silt, and she didn't want to step on it even if she didn't actually touch it.

   "Anna..." Dracula's eyes flickered, feeling that the name was somewhat familiar. Its gaze fell on Lu Li, and suddenly solidified: "Wait, I recognize you, you are the guy who killed the ghost of the pregnant woman!"

   "Correction is liberation."

  Lu Li didn't want to sound like an asshole.

   Dracula snorted coldly, looking at Lu Li and Anna with vigilant and suspicious eyes: "What's the matter with you guys here?"

   "We should ask you this kind of question, haven't you found out where this place is?" Anna couldn't help saying.

  Dracula was startled, looked around again, his face suddenly turned ugly, pinched his nose and cursed loudly: "Damn! What's going on...why am I by the trash can!"

   "It seems that Benjamin didn't bring it with him." Ana analyzed, thought about it, and added, "I still threw it out secretly."

   Her muttering spread through the empty alley, and it came to Dracula's ears without any accident.

  Dracula's eyes were cold, and an uncomfortable breath emanated from the oil painting. It whispered: "Two weak reptiles, the great Count Dracula—"

  Ana also leaked a hint of breath, her tone turned cold: "Who are you talking to?"

  Dracula shivered in the chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and stopped talking.

   "Apologize to Lu Li." Anna didn't plan to let it go.

   "Yes... I'm sorry, Your Excellency Lu Li..." Dracula admitted his mistake very sincerely.

  The coldness on Anna's face dissipated, she put away her breath and asked Lu Li softly, "What shall we do next? Sacrifice it to the psychic gun?"

  Dracula didn't understand what a psychic gun was, but it didn't prevent him from understanding the word "sacrifice". It shivered a bit and hurriedly shouted: "Please wait a moment! Dear Your Excellency, you can't treat me like this!"

   "Why?" Lu Li asked back.

  Dracula opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

   He has never communicated with humans and doesn't know how to communicate.

   "Change the question." Anna raised her jaw and snorted softly, "What's the use of you?"

   The ghost with the image of a dignified middle-aged man hesitated: "It's useful... It doesn't seem to be."

   "Have you ever hurt anyone?" Lu Li suddenly asked.

  Dracula heard the words, his face turned hideous again, and he whispered with a smile: "Of course, I am the great Count Dracula, no one can... Except for the two Your Excellencies, no one can—"

  Lu Li didn't intend to finish listening to it, so he tilted his head and said to Anna, "Then take him back."

  He knew what to do with the ghost in this painting.

"Um!"

  Anna covered the painting with a white cloth again, and Dracula's panicked shout came through the thin cloth: "What are you doing? Where are you taking me?!"

   Lu Li, who was walking out of the alley, didn't look back.

   "Shut it up."

"Um!"

   (end of this chapter)