Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 550 One hundred and twenty seven. Best friend

   Not long after Anna and the priest left, a luxurious carriage with the Reeves family emblem was parked outside the church cemetery.

   Viscount Reeves pushed a wheelchair into the church, and the father and daughter were covered in shimmering light.

   "I have completed your instructions, can you answer a few questions for me now?" Mary asked softly, looking at the figures in the confession room.

   made the girl feel lost, and there was no response in the confession room.

   Viscount Reeves went away and asked where the priest in the nun's confession went. The nun answered blankly that there was only one priest in the church, and the confession room had been vacant for a long time.

   After getting the answer, Viscount Reeves silently returned to his daughter, then suddenly walked to the side of the confession room, and suddenly opened the wooden door——

   An empty confession room appeared before him.

   "There's no one inside," he said.

   "Do you have an impression of this handwriting?"

  Mary took out the stack of rough paper and stopped suddenly.

   She found that it was blank, as if nothing had appeared.

   Viscount Reeves took the paper from his daughter's hand. There was no trace on the blank paper, as if it was a blank piece of paper from the beginning.

   This matter is obviously not a simple foolish trick used by church idiots, Viscount Reeves thought.

   "The word disappeared..." Mary murmured and whispered.

   "But you can't appear and disappear for no reason... Maybe one day in the future, will you appear again..."

   At this moment, a figure who suddenly broke into the church woke up their brooding father and daughter.

  The priest in a church robe came to Mary excitedly and handed her a pack of cigarettes.

   A priest acted strangely and inexplicably to a girl in a wheelchair until the priest's words sounded.

   "He asked me to hand it over to you and tell you that smoking does not forget troubles."

  …

   On the street with people coming and going, Anna pushed Lu Li and moved forward slowly.

   "Why don't those gangsters trouble us." Anna said, she could easily control the gangsters and let them escape with their tails between their tails.

   Being a bystander is not all smooth sailing. For example, when the unknown girl who fled to the church hid, and the gangsters who followed later broke into the church to search, Anna, who was wearing a black robe, aroused suspicion and caused insignificant trouble.

  Ana could have easily dealt with them, but Lu Li just took off the holster and put it on the bench beside him.

  Now is different from the past, the exorcist has taken off the veil of mystery, and people have long known what this flintlock-style psychic gun means, so those gangsters dare not approach, they havetily checked the church and left in a hurry.

   "It will be disrupted." Lu Li replied.

   "What if we mess up the story?" Anna is interested in this kind of fatalism.

   "If you use logic to analyze this scene." Lu Li explained this scene with mechanical simplification: "All gears operate normally until one of the gears is broken, and the subsequent gears will lose power due to the damaged gear."

   Obviously the reality is more complicated.

   "Interesting..." Anna murmured to herself, today's experience made her feel like fate is like countless lines. Straight, twisted, tangled, they can be altered at will, and the higher the line, the greater the change.

  If the lines could be manipulated…

   After a long time, Anna returned to her senses and continued: "The story just started when we arrived at Tower Wind City. Could it be a coincidence?"

  Lu Li shook his head: "It's not important."

   No matter what, it’s just a random arrangement of that existence.

   Fortunately, from Lu Li's experience, it is not hostile to Lu Li or even humans. He even deliberately avoided stepping on him and placed a small bug he grabbed in front of Lu Li as a reward.

  Lu Li did not flee in a panic like most ants did, but pursued the smell of food and arrived at the cabin, where he was rewarded by existence.

   While thinking about it, the Tafengcheng Police Station appeared in front of him.

   Entering the police station, Lu Li revealed his identity to the police and made a request to see the sausage hunter.

   Viscount Reeves and his daughter only came here to visit the prisoners not long ago, so of course the police would allow Lu Li to enter the dungeon, and at the same time, they wondered whether the bowel hunters had anything to do with weirdness.

   In the deepest part of the cold and damp underground prison, Lu Li saw Jonah Peters with a heavy chain.

   He turned his back to the iron bars, and his body swayed slightly.

   The nursery rhyme hummed from his mouth was dark and ominous.

   The constable tapped the bar with his baton numb, warning Jonah Peters to shut up.

   Jonah Peters turned his head slowly. Gloomy, indifferent, his face said it, as if he didn't care.

   This is not something that can be changed by a short experience. Maybe he has always been like this, but he doesn't need to hide it now.

  The policeman left temporarily, leaving only Anna Lu and Jonah Peters around the prison.

   "Who are you?" Jonah Peters looked at Lu Li, his eyes fell on the outline of the black robe behind him, his pupils shrank and abruptly avoided.

  Beast-like intuition told him that the existence of the black robe was full of danger like a steel needle in front of the eyeball.

   "The initiator." Lu Li observed Jonah Peters: "Where did you put that ancient book."

   "Let me out and I'll give it to you."

"impossible."

   Jonah Peters is different from ordinary people, he is like a natural cold-blooded predator. No pity, no emotion. Only Mary warmed his blood, but also sent him to the gallows with her own hands.

   "With all due respect, I don't think you're going to appreciate that tattered book." Jonah Peters used "you", a sharper than many exorcists.

   "Just helping a girl recover." Lu Li replied.

   "You mean Mary?" Jonah Peters' tone changed slightly. Anna thought he would hate Mary, but unlike what she thought, Jonah Peters eagerly as if begging Lu Li, crawled up to the bar with the clatter of chains and shouted, "It was hidden under the bed by me. In a wooden box! Promise me to let her recover!"

   "I'll try my best."

   After getting the desired information, Lu Li stopped staying and was pushed out of the dungeon by Anna.

   There was a constant shaking of the subway chain behind him, no longer heavy, full of joy and joy.

   Ten minutes later, the Reeves family's carriage arrived at the dungeon.

   "Did anyone come here just now!" asked Viscount Reeves, who was standing in front of the dungeon and was not angry.

   A breeze blew, and no one cared. Only the wind drifted into the depths of the dungeon with a sound.

  The nervous policeman replied, "Uh... yes your lord, Jonah Peters has been approached by a gentleman who calls himself an exorcist."

"Where did he go?"

   "I don't know, but the gentleman asked for Jonah Peters' address, maybe..."

   Viscount Reeves nodded and pushed Mary to turn and leave the dungeon.

   "Goodbye! My dear Miss Mary!"

   Indistinctly, there was an echoing cry from the depths of the dungeon.

   "Goodbye Jonah..."

   Mary in the wheelchair lowered her eyes and whispered.

   (end of this chapter)