Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 653 Two hundred thirty. Letters from the newspaper

   Although this result is sad, it does not make people think it is tragic.

   Because this is not the end of the novel.

  Emotional potion is not a real antidote either. Over time, Jamie has to increase the dose and reduce the interval to keep the emotions from disappearing from his life.

  The last page, time has passed by several decades. Jamie still amazes the world by maintaining his youthful appearance, but he is about to lose his emotions completely when he is resistant to emotional medicine.

   Jamie finally realized when the last potion dissipated in his stomach. The reason why he wants eternal life is because he can clearly perceive all the good things in this world.

   But he abandoned them in pursuit of eternal life.

   This is the end of the story.

  It's hard to imagine Erin reading this kind of novel. Maybe the indifferent butler likes to watch?

   He closed the "Sound of Misery", and Lu Li put it beside him, looking at the burning fire while thinking about the sobbing sea breeze outside the wooden house.

   Compared to the story itself, Lu Li paid attention to the similarities between the hero and Anna.

  Ana also lost the same things, touch, smell, taste, and emotions that are being consumed by the breath of the world.

   Jamie has an emotional potion to linger on, Anna can't, and the only possession requires a price - hurting humans.

  It seems that if you want to solve it, you can only wait for a reply from the Demon Slayer Association or ask the merchant.

   After reading the whole book, there are less than two hours before dawn.

  The surroundings of the elm forest are not always eerie-free. For example, not long after Lu Li thought about it, a distant sound of a ship whistle came from the sea not far from here.

  No ships come to Belfast, especially on nights shrouded in eerie fog.

  The sound of the ship whistle sounded from far to near, paused for a moment somewhere, it seemed to be the port of Rodster, and then continued to go away until it disappeared in the thick fog that gradually brightened.

  The night went away quietly.

  …

   It was another early morning when I didn’t know the day of the week.

  After the bronze bell outside the wooden house complex rang, the underground residents walked out of their houses one after another and went to the open-air dining hall.

   They are almost used to underground life.

   Apart from the lack of sunlight, distribution on demand and depressing underground environment, there is not much difference here and on the ground. Even though there is no sunlight on the ground.

   And it's safer here.

  The recipe changes every two days, but only for lunch and dinner, and there are not many choices for breakfast: bran bread without sawdust, because wood is scarcer than wheat. Mashed potatoes drizzled with chicken broth, milk mixed with half water, or water with milk added, the shelter also raised a herd of cows.

  Lulu pushed the baron to the open-air dining hall.

  Tesla came earlier than them, pouring chicken stock into mashed potatoes.

   "I thought you were going to sleep a little longer." Erin said, breaking up the brown bread and throwing it into the wooden bowl of chicken soup.

  Tesla has to do the work of two people these days, as if tirelessly.

   As to whether he was really building a shelter or numb his heart, only he knew.

  The underground residents gathered around the long table, taking advantage of the rare time to talk, and occasionally there would be laughter from a certain table.

   Halfway through breakfast, the daily morning Refuge Daily was delivered.

  Lulu took Erin's share, and went to take Tesla's share.

   "Don't give it to me," Tesla said, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to see this."

  If Irene knew about Tesla's story, Adam Fuya's importance to him, maybe she would praise it. Too bad she doesn't know. Irene only saw Tesla's cowardice in evasion, which made her spurn: "You are softer than a woman without legs."

   "Whatever you want." Tesla replied indifferently, his expression only blank.

  Irene ignored her and opened the newspaper. After reading a few lines, her eyebrows suddenly rose.

   "I remember your name is Michael Tesla?"

   "Is there anyone else here named Michael." Tesla was still stirring the mashed potatoes in circles with a spoon.

  Lulu Minato replied in Erin's ear: "There is only one Michael among the 685 residents and managers of the shelter."

   "That should be you." Eileen seemed to have found something interesting, and the newspaper pushed it in front of Tesla: "Someone wrote to you, it's a big deal, and it was published in our newspaper."

   "Still smart." Lulu added admiringly.

  Tesla's dull eyes finally fluctuated, his turning wrist stopped, and his eyes fell on the newspaper.

  【Michael, it's me... Are you alright there? 】

  【The mysterious, but compassionate gentleman received your letter and brought me back to his refuge】

  [It's very safe there, maybe not as safe as yours but...very safe]

  【When the weather is good, I can vaguely see our former home. I am glad that the weirdness did not destroy it. If I don’t look there, I will recall every day of our life...I miss you so much]

  [They said we couldn't contact you, but fortunately there was Mr. Mystery to help, he came up with this idea, which paid a price]

  【Michael, I don’t know how long I can hold on, can I wait for your return before my consciousness dissipates, but I will keep waiting]

  【And... see you in a few days. Mr. Mystery said I could keep writing to you]

   The paused wrist turned again, Tesla's voice was hoarse as if he hadn't drank water for a few days, but the numbness disappeared: "Thank you, and I think it's for you later."

   This letter brings back Tesla's soul.

"mine?"

  Irene took the return paper strangely, skipped the "moving part" and looked to the bottom.

   That is an IOU. The short sentences seemed to let Irene explain to herself calmly when she saw him wearing a black trench coat.

The content of    is very simple. He borrowed a batch of books from Irene's library. If she can come back, she can go to that bedroom to find a note with his location written on it.

   Sounds fancy, but Erin knows that "that bedroom" refers to the bedroom Sarah used to live in.

   "Mr. Mystery is talking about Lu Li?" Irene looked up and asked Tesla.

   Obviously, the appearance of the two letters in the newspaper cannot be a coincidence.

  Tesla nodded: "It's Adam Fuya, my wife who wrote to me."

  There was a discussion around the long table, and the underground residents found this strange content that was not news, but more like a letter.

   However, there are not many people who know Tesla's name, and even if there are, they will not think of the person in charge of the investigator.

   Next, Tesla told Irene and Lulu that he sent Lu Li a letter with a code word. And Lu Li didn't let him down, he found the secret words and brought back Adang Fuya.

   "So you're like a zombie these days because you're worried about your lover?" Irene asked.

  Tesla did not deny it.

   Outsiders will not understand how important Adamuya is to him.

   "It seems that today we don't see people who work like cows." Irene was very happy that Tesla was able to regain his fighting spirit, but what made her angry was—

   "That **** really only wrote a few words to me!"

   (end of this chapter)