Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 565

   The dim lights of the street shone through the windows.

   There was an oil lamp on the bed table, and a figure beside it quietly flipped through the ancient book on the history of the Old St. Mark's Principality.

  Anna accompanied Lu Li, watching his profile.

   At a certain moment, when Lu Li was reading a record attentively, a silently twisted black shadow extended from Anna's feet, forming a pitch-black projection identical to Anna's.

   It looked like the shadow of the thief of fire left Anna's feet and drilled out of the room along the narrow gap in the window.

  Anna still accompanied Lu Li, as if nothing had happened.

  …

  The shadow of a girl in a long skirt "walks" on the road.

   It is like someone's shadow, but only an illusory shadow and no real part. When encountering passers-by, the shadow will hide in dimly lit locations, or blend into other shadows to hide.

  Shadow did not know where to go, walking through the streets. Roadside buildings are not an obstacle to a shadow, it can easily "walk" up, no matter whether there is light there or not.

   After ten minutes, the shadow came to a lively street. Pedestrians in twos or threes passed by, bringing with them the scent of fine wine.

  Perhaps too far away, the color of the shadow becomes dull and dark gray, like an illusory shadow in the fog.

   It found its target, a scavenger leaning against a street lamp and holding a wine bottle.

  hiccup——

  Tommy burped, and the bad malt smell came out of his mouth.

   He thinks he is lucky tonight, I don't know which rich guy threw half a bottle of beer on the street and cheapened him.

   Leaning against the street lamp, with a warm tattered coat on his legs, admiring the beautiful night view, with a half-full bottle of beer in his hand - this enjoyment intoxicated him.

   With a sigh, Tommy saw a shadow sneak into the dark alley not far behind. Tommy rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and shook his head a few seconds later to withdraw his gaze.

   "I only had one sip...it's another **** fake wine, no wonder it was thrown away."

   Having said that, Tommy still reluctantly throws away this bottle of beer that may be blended with inferior alcohol, inferior flavor and sewage, hoping that he will not feel dizzy and uncomfortable for a while.

  Two passersby passed Tommy, and when they got far enough, the shadow hidden in the alley "walked" out and merged into the shadow of Tommy who knew nothing about what happened.

   Tommy, who was holding the wine bottle, suddenly found that his left hand was raised by himself.

"what?"

  Tommy subconsciously wanted to put down the bottle and press down his left hand, but his right hand also refused to obey.

  Dang 啷——

  The beer fell on the ground without breaking. But all the liquor inside spilled out.

   "My wine—" Tommy's distressed exclamation came to an abrupt end, but he was suddenly sober after being slightly drunk, but he couldn't even shout out the frightened cry—

   He saw with his own eyes the body stood up and took an awkward step forward!

  Tommy staggered down the street like a drunken drunk.

  The oncoming or passing residents turned away with a look of disgust, but if anyone looked closely at the face of the "drunk man", they would find that the dirty face was filled with horror.

   If there are more careful passers-by who observe the drunkard's route, they will find that he bypasses those dim places that cannot be illuminated by street lights. When passing through a dark area, the body will tremble and struggle unnaturally, as if two consciousnesses are competing for control of the body.

   The wobbly drunk walks into a dark, damp alley. There was a pub next door, and the alley smelled of vomit and excrement, and then he slammed into the wall, passed out, and fell in the filth.

  The silhouette of the girl in the long skirt emerges from the shadow of the scavenger, bypasses the filth, "walks" on the wall, and climbs over the wall.

  This is the backyard of the tavern, where some goods and guest carriages are placed.

  Squeak-

  A rat is vigilantly poking his brain under a crack in the wall.

   The shadow on the wall turned his head, as if to look at the mouse, and then walked away.

The   rat was defenseless against the approaching shadow on the wall, and was instantly occupied by its shadow.

   rustle rustle——

  The mouse, which should have been timid, suddenly jumped out of the crack in the wall and ran to the wooden barrels filled with kerosene stacked in the corner.

   The sharp front teeth bit open the barrel lid, and the pungent smell of kerosene wafted out.

   Kerosene is not in a rat's recipe, even a starving rat. But the mouse still stuck its head in, and after a sound of licking water, the mouse with its mouth swollen jumped out of the barrel, ran straight to the carriage parked in the yard, and got into the carriage.

   Soon, the rat got out of the carriage and climbed onto the barrel to ingest kerosene.

   It is so strange that it goes back and forth between barrels and carriages, transporting kerosene.

   After so many times, the mouse who had just climbed out of the carriage suddenly looked up at the door—

   A young man came to the backyard with an oil lamp.

  Shadow "walked" out of the mouse's shadow, approaching the guy from a direction he couldn't see.

  The abandoned rat staggered to the ground, body fluids mixed with kerosene flowing from the corners of his mouth.

   The guy who inspected the backyard as usual was unaware that a shadow "walked" into his shadow.

   Buddy didn't show any abnormal performance, just a random thought suddenly appeared: Who would steal things in the tavern's backyard? There's nothing to check there, why don't you just take a rest for a while...

  Inertia expands rapidly once it is created, and the guy is quickly convinced by "self", thinking that there will be no problem for so long, and there will be no problem today, and slips back to the warm bar.

  Kacha——

  The wooden door was closed, and the shadow of the girl in the long skirt was left in place.

  …

  Meteor Street.

   It's called Meteorite Street. It's not that a meteorite actually fell here. It's just that a royal family suddenly changed its name hundreds of years ago.

   Night Tavern, Foley and Maflin Lord walked out from the main entrance.

   "Don't forget about tomorrow. If you need someone to accompany you, you can call us." Foley said to Rhodes.

"I will."

   After the three said their goodbyes, Foley left in Ma Fulin's carriage.

  The tavern guy came with the carriage, Rhode put the oil lamp beside the carriage, got in the carriage and drove away from the door of the tavern.

   What does it smell like?

   Rhodes turned his head and sniffed, feeling a familiar smell coming from the carriage, and it seemed a little sticky under him...

   Fingers stroked the deck of the car and brought it under his nose. The pungent smell penetrated into the nostrils.

   is kerosene...?

   Just as his thought came to his mind, a scavenger suddenly rushed out of the alley next to the tavern. He slammed his head into the carriage as if drunk.

   The carriage moved slightly sideways, but the oil lamp on the carriage was knocked over and the glass cover shattered. The wick that was supposed to go out quickly touched the car board, and the carriage was like a larger wick, and the fire spread quickly and quickly enveloped the entire carriage.

   The law!

  The burning carriage made the horses startled and galloped forward. And Rhode, who could have jumped off the carriage, was caught off guard and rolled into the burning carriage——

   "Rod died very painfully. I heard that he cried for nearly half a minute before he completely lost his voice."

   Fry said slowly and heavily.

   (end of this chapter)