Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 51

   Richard didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer: "Nice to meet you then, and uh...bye."

  Richard blinked and closed the iron door.

His face emerged through the fence above the iron gate: "My good brother will come to you later. He is not very conscious now, no no no can't say clearly... Anyway, if I stay inside, he may Will use me as a container too, so just in case... well, I've said enough."

   He locked the iron gate from the outside, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

  The operating room fell silent.

  Lu Li tilted his head, looked at the cup of burning brain, then lowered his head and tried to shake his hands, but found that the restraint belt on his right wrist was severely damaged, and he pulled it off together with the restraint belt.

   Maybe because of the iron gate, Richard didn't care about the firmness of the bed at all.

   In no hurry to undo the straps on his wrists, Lu Li untied the restraints on his waist and legs one after another.

   The last restraint was untied, Lu Li turned to undo the restraint on his left hand, and footsteps suddenly reverberated in the corridor outside the iron gate.

  Lu Li lay down again and put the restraint belt on his body at will.

   After more than ten seconds, Richard, who had left and returned, appeared behind the door. He peeked in through the fence, his eyes were suspicious, and he shouted viciously, "You just got up?!"

   "No." Lu Li raised his arm and showed him the restraint on his wrist: "It's still tied to my hand."

"very good……"

  Richard nodded in satisfaction, then froze his smile.

"and many more……"

   Lu Li, who sat up, landed on his feet, sat on the side of the hospital bed, and moved his wrists and said, "Your hospital bed should be changed, it's very weak."

   "Damn...it's okay, it's not important, you can't open this door." The haze passed away, and the man in the mask sneered,

   "Of course I can't open it." Lu Li nodded seriously, the shirt under the windbreaker suddenly tightened.

  Lu Li took a deep breath and shouted the next moment, "Help!!!"

   Shouting resounded through the operating room, drifting to the corridor outside the door and echoing.

  Richard was stunned. He couldn't think of anyone who would shout the word help so righteously and righteously. This kind of momentum should be paired with powerful words such as "you have nowhere to run" or "kill him".

   In short, when Richard came back to his senses and wanted to ridicule Lu Li that it was useless. A continuous voice of inquiry came from far and near.

   "What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up—"

  Ana fell from the gap in the broken ceiling above her head.

   "How can there be a ghost here!"

   The masked man exclaimed. He was as decisive as Stephen, and when he saw the moment when the situation was not good, he ran away without looking back.

   "What's the matter? Who is that guy? Did you call for help or did he call for help?" Anna still hadn't figured out the situation.

  Lu Li took off the restraint belt on his right wrist, stood up and said, "Go grab him and open the door by the way."

   "Eh... okay, leave it to me."

  Anna thought it was very interesting, nodded in agreement, turned around and chased Richard through the iron gate.

   At the same time, the door lock fell to the ground. The iron door, which could not be closed tightly, was halfway open.

   An Ana can unlock a block.

  Lu Li was still sitting on the hospital bed, unhurriedly untied the restraint belt on his wrist, and reached out his hand to the back of his head.

   The back of his head was swollen, and his fingertips were sticky to the touch, and he didn't even need to look to know it was blood.

   He smeared on his shirt at will, leaving a few smears of blood, walked to the table cabinet, and put away everything on the table.

   Under the lantern, Lu Li's shadow was drawn long and narrow. He picked up the psychic gun, opened the chamber to check it, and closed it again with a click.

   Suddenly, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the corner beside the operating table.

At the moment of   's brief contact with the psychic gun, Lu Li felt that a mass of breath was spreading out.

   Almost instantly, Lu Li linked the appearance of the brain lamp and the breath.

   "So Richard is referring to this... Summon a ghost, and let the ghost deal with me..." Putting the psychic gun back in the holster, Lu Li held up the lantern.

  The darkness has nothing to hide, and a hole is revealed in the originally dark corner.

  The excavation marks are left on the edge, and the opening of the hole does not know where it extends. And the breath is seeping from the hole.

The door    has opened, but Lu Li has no intention of leaving here for the time being.

   The reason is very simple, the breath intensity is limited, Lu Li doesn't want to miss this "nutrient".

   Something seemed to be wriggling in the depths of the hole, and a few seconds later, a fat head appeared on the edge of the hole.

   It seems to be a human figure, with snow-white skin and no hair, layers of fat, and even the facial features are hidden in the fat.

   It stands to reason that it is so difficult to squeeze out the head, and there is absolutely no possibility for the body to climb out. But this mass of fat was squirming, as if there were no bones. It was poured into the operating room from the hole, piled up in a corner, and gradually formed.

Most of the    ghosts maintain the state of the moment before death, but this one seems to be different...

  The wavy flesh flower gradually condensed into a human shape. It has not yet fully emerged, but the still spacious operating room seems to be narrowed.

   Lu Li lowered his head subconsciously and looked at the psychic gun.

   Trying to tell him that the psychic gun doesn't seem to be able to deal effective damage to such a bulky being.

  bo~

   In an inexplicably comfortable voice, a bloodshot eye was squeezed out of the fleshy waves, staring at Lu Li.

   A rough, vague voice came from that body.

   "Is this...my...body...I...like it very much." The meatball tumbled to show its inner joy. "Thank you...for bringing it...to me..."

   "You're welcome, but let's have a pre-dinner dessert before enjoying it." Lu Li replied, he didn't plan to watch it any longer.

   Not only because the meatball has not yet fully climbed out, but also because he may not be able to eat meat for a short time if he looks at it further.

   Looking around, Lu Li walked to the corner behind the door where the clutter was stacked.

  Broom...too light. Scalpel...too small. Hose...too short.

   He removed the seemingly usable weapon, and Lu Li's eyes suddenly fell on the radiator placed against the wall.

   The water pipes connecting the two sides of the radiator have been broken, and the radiator itself is linked to a half-meter-long iron pipe like an extra-large kitchen knife-with a weight of dozens of kilograms.

   What's a more handy weapon than this?

   As the meat waves rolled around behind him, Lu Li grabbed the iron pipe with both hands and dragged it. The dim yellow rust sewage seeped out from the low end, leaving a line of meandering wet marks.

  The harsh friction followed behind Lu Li. He walked to the tumbling waves of flesh in the corner, who were still trying to free his body from the narrow hole. But until fully out, it's just a stuck and immobile target.

   Lu Li's hands holding the iron pipe suddenly tightened, his arms under his shirt bulged out muscle lines, and he suddenly exerted force to lift dozens of kilograms of radiators, like a giant hammer, falling down!

   (end of this chapter)