Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 47

  The curtain was lifted.

  Anna carefully stuck her head out from behind the curtain.

   She seemed to have forgotten that she had no physicality, and kept her posture, vigilant about her surroundings like a cat that came to an unfamiliar territory.

   But aside from the occasional crackling of the torches, the night was silent.

  The air is a little duller than before, it seems that there will be a rain soon.

"what?"

   Anna, who was looking around, suddenly let out a light whimper and looked towards the corner of the garden.

   A carriage lurks in the darkness, almost blending in with the lush weeds, making it difficult to detect.

   "Is there anyone here?"

  Anna scratched her head in confusion.

  …

The first page

  【I'm not crazy! I am normal! Why do they have to send me in... am I not their daughter! What kind of parent would have the heart to send their own daughter to a mental hospital! I gotta get out...I gotta get out! 】

The second page

  【I don't know what my parents said to them, but obviously the way these medical staff looked at me was very wrong...not that kind of wrong, but I felt that they were watching me and restricting my freedom. Those mentally ill can roam freely in the garden, but I can't. 】

page three

  【This trick doesn't work, I just stole the fork during lunch, and they actually found out that it was me taking it after only an hour and a half...Why are all the medical staff here like prison guards! Is this a hospital or a prison? ? 】

   page 4

  【I feel very wrong...they gave me an injection in the morning, after the injection they sent me to the basement...why? Obviously there are many empty rooms on the ground. I told them I was claustrophobic, but they said weird things like how to treat claustrophobia with claustrophobia. I don't feel right...what did they inject me? Why do my joints feel itchy...is it an allergy? I feel very wrong...]

   page 5

  【It hurts and itches...It's not cold at all, but my fingers seem to be frozen, they can't bend back...I wrote these words for half an hour, or more. Why should I suffer this kind of crime...I'm just mentally asking...No! I'm not sick at all! I want to bask in the sun... who will save me...]

   page 6

  【There is a problem...there must be a problem. They came back to give me that pill again, and every time I got it, it made my joints hard... What are they doing? Human experiment? 】

   page 7

  【I tried to resist, but failed. After the injection they wanted me to put on a restraint garment and lie still in bed. But in the end, under my compulsion to death, they temporarily compromised, temporarily. 】

   page 8

[I can't stand it anymore...I can't stand it anymore...My fingers can't bend anymore, I'm writing these words with a pen in both hands, and I actually started to lose my hair, a lot...I was sent to How many days here? a week? Or ten days? I feel like a year has passed... tomorrow when they come for injections, I'll have to figure out a way to get out... or I'll definitely die here. 】

   page 9

   The handwriting on this page is very different from the previous, more and more scribbled handwriting, like someone else’s, and the entire page is only five words.

  【You can't run away】

   This concludes the content of the notebook.

  Lu Li put down his notes, he needs to organize his thoughts.

   First of all this is reality, not a horror movie or a horror game - although this is another world.

   If this diary appears in the game, the absurd content in the notes may be an important clue for players to analyze the plot, but if it comes to reality, it seems to be... a little contrived.

   Just like the phrase "Oh I'm going to kick your **** hard" exists only in fiction, no one would say it seriously in reality.

   Of course there might be - but it's probably less likely than hitting a ghost.

   In particular, the place where this notebook is placed is quite obvious, as if for fear that people who come in will not be able to see it.

   While thinking quietly, a small and strange sound suddenly came to mind in the room.

  Lulli looked away from the notebook and landed on the ventilation duct at the end of the footprint. The sound of rubbing and moving slowly echoed inside...

   Animals cannot make this heavy crawling sound.

   The fingertips of the fingernails of the right hand that hang down by the legs are slightly moved, and the gun holster behind the waist is lightly lifted.

   rustle rustle——

   The sound of movement in the ventilation duct suddenly accelerated, and the crawling things in it approached quickly, and then came to a standstill the moment they were about to come out!

   The room was eerily silent for a few seconds, and with a bang, the ventilation duct window was knocked open by a giant force and flew out.

  A unkempt and shaggy figure staggered out of the narrow ventilation duct, its rigid body twisted and crawled on the ground, approaching Lu Li.

   "Why don't you come and save me...why don't you come and save me..."

  Lu Li grabbed the handle of the gun, pulled it out of the holster, and put it back the next moment.

   He didn't feel the ghostly breath from the "ghost" on the opposite side. At the same time - he couldn't understand why a "ghost" would carry an oil lamp with him.

Lu Li didn't say a word, the strange figure suddenly stopped crawling, got up quickly, wiped the black hair in front of his forehead with both hands, and pointed his dirty fingers at Lu Li: "Wait, where did this person come from? ?"

   "...?" Lu Li was slightly startled by the sudden contrast, and the next moment he regained his senses and put the psychic gun back into the holster.

"wrong--"

A sudden shout came from the side, the closet door in the corner was pushed open, and a strong man wearing a newsboy cap and carrying an oil lamp jumped out of the closet, waving the dust in front of his eyes, and coughing: "Cough cough... Poof. You have the wrong expression here, and the movement is wrong. I remember when I said that when you see the ghost appear, you have to scream and go back, eh wait..."

   The brawny man finally realized that something was wrong, he looked up and down at Lu Li, his tone suddenly increased a few degrees: "Who are you!?"

   "Detective, commissioned to investigate something here."

   "Is there any place that needs to be investigated in such a broken place?" The strong man sneered and looked up at the ceiling full of cobwebs.

  Lu Li was not interested in explaining, and raised his eyes slightly: "What are you doing?"

  The strong man pointed to the guy who played the ghost: "As you can see, write a novel."

   "What I saw has nothing to do with the novel." Lu Li calmly debunked the other's lies.

"Filming the scene and arranging the plot is one of the necessary qualities of a writer." The strong man talked eloquently, showing a delicate mind and lofty pursuit that did not match his appearance: "Excellent works are often born in reality, even if it is only fiction. reality."

   This is indeed very reasonable. Otherwise there is no explanation: who would come to an abandoned insane asylum in a dangerous late night, and have a companion disguised as a ghost while he hides in a cabinet and watches it all.

   (end of this chapter)