Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 37 Thirty-seven. Escape from the basement

   Stepped over the broken charcoal, and Lu Li walked over a dozen steps to the bottom of the basement.

  The raised oil lamps dispelled the darkness around him. The basement was also full of traces of the fire, but it was much better than the situation on the ground. Some things remain in their original shape, like the charred deer heads and blackened axes that hang from the masonry walls.

  The things stacked under the steps and in the corners are only twisted black matter, and the original appearance cannot be distinguished.

  This may have originally existed as a library storage room.

   There is also a door on the innermost wall of the basement. Most of the door was burnt down, and the rest, like nibbled leaves, stood alone on the door frame. The space behind the door seemed to be a lounge, with a black-burned single bed frame and a wardrobe in the corner.

   This is the only slightly well-preserved item in the basement.

   The charring of the lounge is not serious, and there may be books that have not been damaged.

   Approaching the lounge, Lu thought in a heartbeat. If the poor guy on the steps stayed in the lounge, there might be a possibility of living...

   Maybe not.

  The oil lamp penetrated into the lounge, revealing three blackened walls, and the light shone on it, disappearing as if absorbed.

   There are no vents in the basement unless the person is not breathing.

  Lu Li's footsteps paused slightly as he approached the lounge, then put down his worries and walked into the lounge. .

   His luck is not so bad that there is no ghost wherever he goes. In other words, Belfast is not yet so chaotic that ghosts are everywhere.

   And it's daytime.

Da da da--

   At this moment, the heavy steps with echoes and oppression came from the darkness beyond the oil lamp.

  The sound came from above the steps, and something entered the basement.

   "Tsk."

   Lu Li tutted lightly.

   He pulled out the psychic gun without hesitation, but did not aim, but relied on the characteristics of the psychic gun to feel the space of evil spirits.

  Remorse, resentment, sadness, hatred, depression... One after another, the emotions turned into disgusting dark colors, wrapped around Lu Li's body, trying to assimilate him and get this hateful color.

   Like the previous few times, the feeling of being peeped resurfaced in the bottom of my heart, and a layer of fine hair rose uncontrollably on my skin. Surprisingly, Lu Li didn't feel the malicious gaze from here.

   Holding the handle of the gun a few times before, Lu Li felt the surrounding space was filled with malicious whispers and malicious gazes, but now, they all disappeared.

   Does this indicate that…

  Lu Li raised his eyes and looked at the thick darkness in the distance.

   He couldn't see anything, but in his perception, a dark, indescribable, darker-than-black silhouette of a human figure stood on the stairs, moving down.

   came a ghost.

   And Lu Li remembered that the door didn't seem to be closed when he entered the basement.

   The second he held the handle of the gun, Lu Li sensed the black silhouette, and immediately let go of his hand at this moment, letting the flintlock gun fall back to the holster.

   He turned off the oil lamp at the same time, and with the fast dim peripheral vision, his eyes quickly swept across the bedroom, and paused on the closet.

   Grabbing the handle of the wardrobe, Lu Li left a conspicuous mark on the handle. But when Lu Li was about to get into it, he suddenly held his breath and looked back.

  The boundless darkness is enveloped, and the oil lamp no longer emits the slightest light.

  It doesn't matter, what caused Lu Li's change was that the sound of footsteps disappeared.

The last sound of    seems to be at the door.

The    humanoid silhouette disappeared, and Lu Li could not confirm where it was at the moment. It could be standing still on the stairs, or it could be... just behind.

  Lu Li can no longer touch the psychic gun. As a medium, the psychic gun pursues an equivalence system. It can make people hurt ghosts, and it can make people feel ghosts. But at the same time, ghosts can also feel and hurt you.

   In the oppressive darkness, Lu Li gradually resumed his movements, hiding in hiding as he had thought before.

  In the narrow and closed space, breathing and heartbeat are infinitely enlarged, Lu Li gradually slowed down his breathing and calmed his heartbeat.

  The dead silence lasted for more than ten seconds, and was broken by a rough friction sound.

   is by your side.

   The nearly burned door of the rest room was opened.

  Kacha——

Da da--

   Wrapped in a cold breath, he walked to the door of the rest room with the sound of footsteps.

   In the darkness, in a trance, there seemed to be a silhouette of a human standing beside the door. The icy, evil aura scattered freely.

Da da da--

The sound of   's steps resumed, and he walked around the narrow rest room.

   It failed to find Lu Li who was hiding, the footsteps walked out of the rest room, gradually moved away, and disappeared.

  Did you hide...

   Lu Li's tense body relaxed a little, and let out a slow and long breath.

   This inevitably made a little movement.

   But at this moment, the footsteps that should have disappeared and left resounded in the rest room!

   The dark silhouette that has not left the rest room is close at hand, standing quietly in front of the wardrobe.

   An invisible sense of oppression rushed towards him.

  Lu Li didn't have time to react. The next moment, the dark silhouette raised his arm and reached into the closet.

   The inky silhouette moves slowly, but nothing stops it. The outstretched arm was unobstructed, the carbonized wardrobe door was easily broken open, and debris fell.

  The whole arm is completely submerged in the wardrobe.

   The next moment, the dark silhouette slowly pulled out the arm from the closet, it looked down, and the palm was empty.

   The jet-black figure tilted his head strangely, and a hoarse and low murmur came out of his throat. Things here no longer seem to attract its attention, slowly leaving the bedroom.

The    footsteps gradually faded away, and finally turned into reverberating footsteps until they disappeared.

  Five seconds, fifteen seconds, thirty seconds…

   This time, Lu Li waited for a long time until it was confirmed that it was no longer possible to come out.

  A figure slowly climbed out of the charred bed.

  The wardrobe has always been the most conspicuous hiding place, of course Lu Li would not make such a stupid mistake. But the only hiding places in the rest room were the wardrobe and the bed, so Lu Li could only use one hiding spot as a bait, and then hide in another hiding spot.

   Seems to be useful to do so.

   The black ash stained on his body made Lu Li a little embarrassed. He looked out the door of the rest room, and a hint of caution flashed in his eyes.

   He wasn't sure if the ghost was guarding the outside storage room, and rushing back the same way was not a good option.

   But he had no choice.

   bent over to get out of the oil lamp under the bed, took a deep breath, and then held his breath and walked out of the rest room.

   In the dark, invisible object, Lu Li could only confirm the position with the meager light on the steps.

   In the dark, Lu Li, who had walked a few steps, inevitably stepped on the debris, making a small but clear enough noise.

  da——

   seemed to be a response, and heavy footsteps sounded in the corner.

   At this moment, Lu Li no longer hesitated, wiping the match he had prepared, and rushing to the stairs with the faint light of the flash, like an arrow from a string, it went straight to the light at the top!

The moment    rushed out, Lu Li grabbed the iron door with his palm and slammed it shut.

  !

The    vibration rustled the dust and debris from the dilapidated corridor.

  The iron door leading to the basement was tightly closed.

   (end of this chapter)