Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 567 One hundred and forty-four. Maybe tonight or tomorrow morning

   Weary Jonathan went home.

"dad!"

   The little boy jumped into Jonathan's arms cheering, and the puppy he picked up a few months ago also came over with its tail wagging.

   In addition to the familiar smell of tobacco on his clothes, the little boy smelled his father's sweets.

   Kindness melted the tiredness of his face, and Jonathan took out the pastry wrapped in brown paper in his pocket.

"Great!"

  The little boy took the cake and the puppy back to the table to unpack.

   "The factory has decided to continue employing people?" Jonathan's wife saw a hint of joy from the wrinkles between her husband's brows, and walked over to help him take off his coat.

   "I've got a few more wagons of ingredients in. I can still do this job for a few more weeks." Jonathan took off his hat and put it on the coat his wife had taken.

   "People can't afford to eat anymore, and people buy cigarettes?" the wife asked in confusion.

   "That's not for us." Jonathan pointed to the long-empty pipe on the table. "Those rich and aristocratic gentlemen want to hoard more. Only commoners like us would buy it."

  Although life has been extremely difficult, the sales of expensive tobacco that can make people temporarily forget their troubles have not decreased much.

   "Then don't waste your money, one cake is enough to buy several pounds of sawdust bread." The wife complained softly, and returned to the bedroom with her husband's coat and felt hat.

   As usual, the wife patted the dust on the clothes, but when she brushed the felt hat, there was a tingling pain in the palm of her hand, and she exhaled in pain.

"What's wrong?"

   Rolling up his sleeves, the husband, who was about to eat his already hot breakfast, looked into the bedroom.

  The wife turned to her side, letting the dim light from the living room into the bedroom. Spreading out her palm, there seemed to be an illusory object like cotton wool burrowing into her palm in the dim light. She rubbed the sting, but the pain was no longer there.

   "It was stabbed, nothing."

   she said, hanging the felt hat on the hanger, and slapped the coat again, only this time more slowly: "Mrs. Baller came earlier to say that her husband came back from Lin County and might come to visit us."

   "When?" Jonathan answered the voice in the bedroom.

   "Maybe this evening or tomorrow morning."

   "I'm going to work late." Jonathan said helplessly. "You receive them for me."

With that said, Jonathan put today's salary, fifteen shillings, on the table.

   There was no response from the bedroom, and he continued to lower his head to eat indifferently.

   The little boy knelt on the chair, put the pastry on the windowsill and untied the knot.

  The kraft paper was unfolded, revealing a charred lake inside, more like a biscuit pastry.

  The little boy carefully opened a piece and put it in his mouth. The inferior saccharin melted in his mouth, but it was the most delicious dessert that ordinary children of this era could eat.

   "Woo..."

   There was a whimpering sound from beside him, and the greedy puppy grabbed the little boy and kept flicking its tail.

  The little boy glanced back at his father, saw that he didn't pay attention, and broke off a small piece and handed it to Andy - who knew that Andy suddenly jumped off the chair and ran to the bedroom door.

  "Andy?" The little boy called out in a low voice, but the puppy ignored it, staring at the dimness in the bedroom, the tail that was slowly wagging was gradually picking up...

   Weird, indescribable, small noises came from the bedroom. It's like water is poured on the soft soil, and it's like a bud breaking through the soil... In the dimness where it is difficult to see the details, a figure lies motionless on the ground, and a layer of fluffy fluff appears on the surface of the figure, like an animal's. hair...

   "Woo..."

  Andy fled the door with his tail between his tails, and got into the arms of the little master and shivered.

  The wind felt everything.

   The insignificant wind brought by the puppy's running turned into an air current, rolling towards the lying figure. The "hair" on the figure's surface is like grass on the plain, swaying low, and then floating in the wind like a dandelion, like a wooden boat on the sea drifting into the living room.

   "Ooooooooooooooooooooooo"

  The danger perception of animals makes puppies more aware of danger than humans, and scream miserably.

  The little boy looked blank, and Jonathan frowned as he looked at it: "Did you bully Andy?"

   He didn't notice the snow-white dandelions floating behind him and falling on his clothes, on his hair...and on his exposed skin.

   "his-"

Snapped!

   Jonathan reflexively slapped the sudden stabbing back of his neck and scratched his neck strangely.

   Are there any mosquitoes now? From the corner of Jonathan's peripheral vision, he saw many illusory little things flying by, towards the little boy and dog in front of the window.

   Dandelion? When are there so many dandelions in the house?

   he thought strangely.

  …

"Ten children in the king's city run for food; one can't be saved from choking, and only nine of the ten are left. The nine children in the king's city are really sleepy at night; Children, go hunting in the thick fog; leave one there, and there are only seven left of eight..."

   Weird nursery rhymes echoed across the streets with the carefree cries of children.

   Lu Li, who was quietly flipping through the books, averted his eyes and looked out the window.

  The children shouted in unison and ran under the hotel.

   "Seven Wangcheng children, smashed the wall by causing trouble; their heads exploded, and only six were left. Six Wangcheng children played with resentful spirits and angered the spirits; they flew and sucked their lives, and only five of the six were left."

  The people on the street were talking and subconsciously avoiding the children who were reading these horrible nursery rhymes.

   "Are you going to investigate?" Anna pushed Lu Li to the window and frowned.

  Lu Li shook his head slightly, someone had already done it.

   "Two Wangcheng children, sighing under the beams of the house; the slings fell from the sky, and there are only one of the two left. One Wangcheng child, returning home, only one person; hanging beams committed suicide, and there is not one left!"

  The children ran from one end of the long street to the other, chanting the songs that alarmed the adults over and over, and were stopped by a man in a tuxedo with a cane.

   "Who told you about this... ballad."

   The serious look of the man frightened the children. Serious men frighten them more than catchy and incomprehensible songs.

   "Who are you!" a little boy raised his head and shouted with courage.

   "The Exorcist." The man didn't perfunctory because it was a group of children, he took out the investigator badge and displayed it, causing the children to exclaim.

  The courageous little boy said weakly: "We heard it in a log cabin."

  The children told the exorcist the address of the chalet, and hurriedly ran away, leaving only the exorcist thinking in place.

  …

   Four dandelion fields bloom in the hut.

   Beautiful snow-white dandelions fall gently like snowflakes.

  Poof——

   A few dandelions were too close to the oil lamps on the table and melted like snowflakes.

  There were people coming and going on the street outside the window, and some children were chasing and running from the street playfully.

  The dandelions waited quietly in the fields, waiting for a breeze to come.

   Maybe this evening or tomorrow morning.

   (end of this chapter)