Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 36 Thirty Six. The Ruins of the Belfast Library

  【Dear Mr. Lu Li:

   From the moment we met, I knew I had found my partner for the rest of my life. My love for you is as hot as fire, there seems to be nothing more painful than being away from you, stop exuding your charming breath, I have fallen into the abyss where I can't leave you, even the Lord Can't stop me. When the dark night composes the dark night movement that belongs to me to you, do you hear my thoughts of you?

  —the admirer who can't get rid of your nowhere to hide charm]

   After reading the letter, Lu Li fell into silence for a long time.

   "What was written? Let me see..." Anna stood on tiptoe and looked around, but was blocked by Lu Li's shoulders. After a while, she finally remembered that she was a ghost, and floated straight up.

  Whoa.

  Lu Li then closed the letter and put it back in the envelope.

"nothing."

   he said.

  Anna squinted slightly, feeling something strange.

  Oliver walked in a hurry-of course he had to leave in a hurry, so that Lu Li didn't have time to ask him if he had a new commission recently.

   But that doesn't mean Lu Li has nothing to do now. He still has several commissions to choose from, sorted by priority.

   The number one is [Simp Park Haunted House Incident], but Lu Li is more concerned about the other two requests: [Belfast Library Ruin Incident] and [Abandoned Lunatic Asylum on the outskirts of Port Rodster].

  The former Lu Li can try his luck and find the books he needs, while the latter... Athena's husband, Bill Eddie, last appeared near the abandoned madhouse.

   But every commission has hidden hidden dangers in it. The former is associated with the night watchman. After learning from Anna that part of the inside story, Lu Li became more and more suspicious of the burning of the library, and even Lu Li guessed that the person who issued the commission for this incident was not the curator at all, but the night watchman.

   As for the latter, if the group of cultists who lured Bill Eddie into madness were there, Lu Li, who had been inquiring in the past, would undoubtedly meet them, and might even break into their lair.

  Lu Li is going, of course, but not now, when he is still young.

   Then the answer became obvious.

  …

  Belfast, Tulip Street.

  The smell of charred charcoal lingers on the nose, which everyone near the ruins of the library can smell.

   Pedestrians around will slow down and sigh when they pass by. Most of them didn't understand the value of books, but that didn't stop them from feeling sorry for the fire that engulfed the entire library.

  Fortunately, the incident did not cause civilian casualties, and the fire was also controlled by the police who came to rescue the library. The adjacent residence was just blackened.

   At least that’s how it looks on the surface.

   According to Oliver's investigation, a lady who worked in the library was burned to death because a fire broke out and she couldn't escape in time.

  That is, in theory, there may be a ghost here.

   Most of the ruins of the library had collapsed, and only a small part was barely supported and did not fall down. Among them, the rest area and the basement are the most well-preserved, where Lu Li is about to go.

   crunch—

   Walking into the ruins, the charcoal crisscrossed under his feet cracked and burst.

   Some passersby looked sideways, looking at the young man who boldly approached the ruins of the library, whispering and talking.

   Lu Li frowned, and the burnt smell that penetrated his nose became obvious.

   The burnt smell is not pungent, it is like embers, but it is much richer than the outside, making the throat a little uncomfortable.

  Lu Li walked over the ruins, quickly passed through the main collection area of ​​the library, and came to the rest area—near the entrance to the basement.

   The fire suffered here is relatively small, although the room has been burned and the original appearance is completely invisible, but the structure is still there.

   Walking into the lounge area through a collapsed door, the surrounding light is blocked by the ceiling. The blackened walls all around seemed to devour the light source, making the corridor invisible, and the light behind him seemed to be shining down into the deep well.

   The burnt smell here has risen to a new level. Lu Li coughed a few times to relieve the itch in his throat, and took out the oil lamp he had prepared to light it.

The moment the    oil lamp came on, the boundless darkness around him suddenly turned into a pitch-black withered claw, attacking from the depths of the corridor!

   Lu Li's pupils shrank in an instant, then returned to normal. He silently raised his head and stared at the wall under the oil lamp.

  Scorched black burn marks extended from the door at the end of the corridor, leaving lick marks on the corridor walls. It looked abruptly, like a twisted claws protruding from the door.

   Lu Li was standing in front of the strange claw.

   It is unlikely that there are books that Lu Li needs on the ground, but he still looks for it here.

   He is by no means the first. Before that, many people came to rummage, and the debris was removed, revealing a part of the floor and wall that had not been destroyed by the fire. They kept their original color and looked out of place in a piece of coke.

   Confirming that there is nothing needed here, Lu Li returned to the corridor, took a step, stepped into the palm of the strange claw, and walked to the door at the end of the passage.

  The door of the basement is a tin door, and it is because of this that the basement does not become the same as the library. The number plate on the door was blackened, and the words could not be read clearly. Lu Li raised his hand and wiped it, and the ashes were scratched out, revealing a line of text.

basement

  Squeak-

When the    palm swiped, the half-closed door suddenly opened a gap, and Lu Li's hand froze in the air, unexpectedly.

   A burnt smell that was stronger than the surrounding area oozes from the gap.

The    oozes out together, along with a hint of coolness, this feeling is very familiar to Lu Li recently. To describe it, it can be called the breath of ghosts.

  Lu Li couldn't be sure if this was just the shade unique to the basement, or if there was a ghost inside.

  The palm of his hand subconsciously pressed the holster around his waist and gently lifted it away.

   He pressed his palm on the door with some strength, and the rough rubbing sound of the door being pushed open echoed in the empty corridor.

   A dark staircase extending downwards appeared in front of me.

  Lu Li raised the oil lamp high and walked down the steps.

  Click—

   Lu Li, who had just taken a step, stepped on the charcoal with a crisp sound, and when he lifted his foot, it was broken into countless pieces.

  The oil lamp shone, and a few steps behind the door were strangely scattered with pieces of broken charcoal.

   Lu Li subconsciously imagined a scene.

  The fire spreads, mercilessly engulfing everything around it. Smoke billows from the basement, and the temperature rises rapidly. A figure stood desperately behind the door, coughing almost drowns out the burning crackle, but instead made more smoke enter its nose. The only strength left in the body could not shake the door at all. Finally, something with a low ignition point in the basement ignited first, and the flames rushed from behind with the heat wave, the hair withered and curled, the clothes ignited, the most heat-resistant eyeballs burst, and the figure turned into a black ball in pain. carbon.

   (end of this chapter)