Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 386 Three hundred one. We are sacrifices

  The oil lamps that broke into the cellar disturbed the pervasive darkness, and they fled in all directions, hiding on the edge of the light, forming a darkness like an abyss.

  Oil lamps can only illuminate a small area.

  Unable to make a sound, Lu Li seemed to have no choice but to go down in person.

   Lu Li retracted his arms, and the darkness swarmed in, re-occupying the cellar. But then, Lu Li hung the oil lamp handle on his wrist, turned around, looked at Qiao Qiao briefly, and stepped into the cellar ladder.

  Jojo was hesitant to speak, covering her mouth when she remembered that she couldn't speak.

  Lu Li stepped into the darkness one by one, the faint light of the oil lamp could only protect his upper body, and the chaos below his waist could not be seen.

  Kacha——

  Suddenly, a sound of wood breaking echoed, and Lu Li's steady downward figure slumped abruptly, and his arms hung on the wooden ladder and did not fall.

  Qiaoqiao almost screamed, and anxiously gestured towards Lu Libee below.

   This scene looks tense and thrilling, but it's just a look.

  With Anna's secret protection, even if Lu Li let go of his hands, he would slowly float down and land safely.

   Stabilizing his body, Lu Li made a fine gesture to Qiaoqiao above, stepped over the broken wooden ladder, and continued to climb down.

   After more than ten seconds, Lu Li stepped on the bottom of the cellar.

  The cellar space is roughly four meters high, and the floor is covered with a layer of dry hay.

   He turned his head to explore the cellar, and found that Jojo had also climbed down.

  Lu Li could only gently kick the broken wood under the wooden ladder, raised his arms, and kept Jojo in the light so that he would not be swallowed by the darkness.

   The raised oil lamp followed Jojo, and when there were only two quarters left, she simply jumped down and landed lightly.

   "You shouldn't be the second one to come down." Lu Li's whisper sounded in Jojo's ears, who had not stood up yet.

  Jojo looked blankly at the well-defined man under the oil lamp: "What do you mean?"

   Lu Li didn't answer, narrowed his black eyes slightly, raised his head and looked at the entrance of the cellar where the blood rained.

   For some reason, the man still stayed on the ground with his head down, and the facial features in the shadows silently watched the two of them.

  Jojo, who didn't feel right, waved at it, and the man responded: he took something out of his trousers pocket.

   "What is he going to do..." Jojo had never seen that thing, but when she saw the man holding it reverently in her palm, she suddenly had an ominous premonition.

   Lu Li, who was given special inspiration as his Sanity value decreased, his feeling was clearer and deeper.

   Somewhere, a strange and mysterious consciousness is descending here.

  The man is calling for some kind of existence.

   At this moment, Lu Li suddenly said to the man on the ground: "Are you the mother of the swamp or the believer of that unknown evil god?"

   Lu Li no longer deliberately lowered his voice, and his voice was completely heard by Qiaoqiao and the man.

   "Pagans are not allowed to call my lord by name—" The man on the ground suddenly cursed and stopped abruptly. The face in the shadow was full of astonishment: "Why do you dare—"

   He couldn't finish his second sentence, and a cold aura wrapped around him from behind.

   In the sight of the two in the cellar, the faceless figure solidified behind the man, and the moment the man turned his head in panic, he hollowed out his face.

  Seeing this scene, Qiaoqiao hurriedly sorted out the slightly crooked wings.

   There was no scream, the man didn't have time to do anything, and the last sound he made was the thud of the body falling.

The consciousness that was trying to descend was forcibly interrupted by the man's death, the mysterious atmosphere dissipated, and the things in his hand rolled to the edge of the cellar and fell, knocked on the wooden ladder, bounced, fell on the wooden ladder and rolled around for a few times, not standing still. verb: move.

   It was a fist-sized wooden sculpture that looked like the image of a certain creature. Or to be more specific, the image of the mother of the swamp or the unknown evil god.

   The lower body of the wood carving is like a beetle, but the head is the upper body of a human female, similar to the centaur in myths and legends, but the lower body has changed from a horse to a beetle.

   cluck cluck-

The sanity counter at   's wrist suddenly beeped.

  Lu Li stepped back, and brought Jojo, who was watching the wooden sculpture still.

When    was more than three meters away from the wood carving of the evil god, the counter returned to calm again.

"He wants to sacrifice us?" Qiaoqiao regained consciousness, gasping for breath, and said in shock: "I just saw the wood carving as if the soul was sucked in... Is this the evil god? It's scary, it's obviously just a sculpture... …”

   "We are too fragile." Lu Li replied and said to Anna, "Take the body down and close the cellar door."

   Anna did as she did, carrying the man's body into the cellar, and at the same time closing the cellar's wooden door.

  The weird movement on the ground was blocked.

  The corpse was placed on the place where Lu Li and the others stood before. Lu Li and Qiaoqiao found two oil lamps on the supporting wooden frame in the cellar, lit them one after another and returned to the place where the corpse fell.

  The front of the corpse is hard to see, the flesh and blood are blurred in the holes in the face, and the only remaining tongue is still trembling slightly due to the vibration.

  Jojo couldn't look straight and turned around to explore the cellar with her oil lamp.

  Lu Li doesn't mind the blood, but watching too much will cause psychological problems, so let Anna turn over the corpse with its back facing up.

   The khaki uniform turned damp brown-gray due to the rain of blood. Lu Li rubbed in his pocket, but there was nothing but some candy papers.

   Looking down, the shoes the man was wearing were also straw sandals that did not match his clothes, and his pants were rolled up to his ankles because they had grown a lot.

  This man is not a police officer at all, he is probably a resident who took refuge or a believer who searches for survivors, hid in the police station, and changed into a police officer's clothes.

   stood up, Lu Li looked around.

  The cellar was dimly lit everywhere. Jojo lit the oil lamps and candles in the cellar during the time he was looking for clues. There were no corners to illuminate every corner of the cellar, and the darkness could only shrink into the shadows.

   She stood in front of a row of shelves, looking for what they could use.

  Lu Li walked towards Qiao Qiao with the oil lamp and told her the information he had found.

   Compared with the truth, Jojo is more concerned about another thing: "You already know?"

  Although Lu Li has an indifferent personality and can only see calm on his face, Qiao Qiao is keenly aware that Lu Li has long been aware of this, rather than remaining silent.

   "Just guessing." Lu Li replied, acquiescing to Qiaoqiao's guess.

  Qiaoqiao was a little helpless: "Then you dare to follow him and take the initiative..."

   "I said before that we have no choice." Lu Li replied.

   The only way to find Oliver is to find the survivors and ask them if they know Oliver.

   Looking for a missing person in a town full of dependents? Cooperation with the evil **** is more reliable than this.

   "Of course, I know..." Jojo sighed, remembering Lu Li's help in her heart, and raised the oil lamp to illuminate the food on the shelf.

   "At least we didn't come for nothing. There's so much food here, and it's far from the ground, so it's a good place to hide here."

  Standing in front of the shelf, no one noticed, in the shadow of the man's corpse, the blood dripping and pooling seemed to be guided by something, extending to the woodcarving of the evil **** under the wooden ladder.

   (end of this chapter)