Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 720 Eleven. Some Questions

  Life passed from the penetrating wound in the chest.

   Lu Li's breath became weaker, and the heavy eyelids became more and more difficult to support.

   The back of his hand suddenly became a burning pain. The pain was not relieved by the fact that Lu Li was about to die, but the pain was like a soul.

   The pentagram mark on the back of the devil's hand lit up the color of magma, and the pungent smell of sulfur penetrated into the nose.

   A fictitious magma portal seems to be forming, but as if a breeze blows, the portal from **** is like a burst of sparks, extinguished in an instant.

The    brand on the back of his hand disappeared, and the pain that had penetrated his soul disappeared.

   The drooping eyes, in the hazy vision, the death **** who harvests the soul is drifting from a distance.

   But more like another figure.

"……Friday?"

   Lu Li's lips squirmed, making a weak mosquito-like sound, or nothing.

   The outline of the black robe was close to the ground, he picked up the lighthouse that had fallen to the side, wriggled to Lu Li, opened his pocket, and took out something.

  The outline of the black robe pressed it against the back of Lu Li's scorched hand, only then did Lu Li distinguish from the outline that it was a shard of redemption.

   Lu Li didn't know what the outline of the black robe did, he couldn't see it clearly, and couldn't feel it.

   Then the black robe outlines the lighthouse and presses the base against the wound on Lu Li's chest.

   Or rather, stuffed into the weirdly pierced chest.

   Lu Li suddenly heard the murmurs of countless believers, chanting the inscription at the bottom of the lighthouse.

   "The brilliance of humanity gathers in the wick..."

   "It should be where it is..."

   A touch of warmth spread across his chest. He took over the heart that had gradually stopped beating and poured into his limbs.

   As the price, Lu Li's humanity was rapidly diminished, and there was also increased fatigue.

  The eyelids are hard to support and close completely.

  Lu Li's consciousness sank into the abyss.

  …

   After an unknown amount of time, Lu Li woke up in a drowsy state.

   The candlesticks on the dining table were dimly lit, and Lu Li was lying in a dimly lit hut, covered with an old and moldy quilt.

  A figure sat casually on the icy ground, and stabbed his leg with a sharp object as thin as a needle like a masochist.

   The sound of Lu Li turning his head startled the figure. He raised his head, revealing a dirty woman's face.

"I thought you were dead, and I wanted to pick up some 'trophies' when the mango ghost was gone. Who knew you were still breathing, I'll bring you here." The woman briefly described what had happened before, and unloaded Lu Li. alert.

   "The wound healed so quickly, are you a slug?"

   "Slug man?"

  Lu Li looked out the window, it was difficult to see in the darkness, and the vague outline was also blocked by candlelight.

   They are still in the shelter.

   "It doesn't appear to be."

  The woman pulled out the sharp object that had penetrated into her calf almost ten centimeters long, and stabbed it into her ankle. It should be the medial malleolus, but the sharp object pierced the bone without hindrance. The woman just frowned in pain and continued, "Then where did your healing ability come from? Bloodline? Church? Infection? Or homologous?"

"I do not understand."

  The quilt gradually swelled, Lu Li raised his arm and lifted the quilt to check the wound.

   The smell of damp and musty penetrated into his nose, and Lu Li saw the smooth skin on his chest without wounds or scars.

   As if everything was an illusion.

   Frankly speaking, if the wound existed, either Lu Li would have died of his injuries, or he would have died of infection.

   Lu Li's words made the woman pause for a moment, and then uttered a language he had never heard, composed of vowels: "ghlwufivo?"

   "I understand the words, but I don't understand what you said." Lu Li replied.

   "That's good, I don't know a few foreign languages." The woman showed obvious ease: "So that's your ability?"

   "I don't have the ability to heal."

   "That means you used a homologue?"

   "That's right." Thinking of the particularity of the lighthouse, Lu Li said.

   The woman looked as expected, pulled out the sharp object on her inner ankle, and stabbed it at the sole of her foot.

   "What are you doing?" Lu Li asked.

   "For the sake of what you told me too. My homologue, it can speed up my running speed at the cost of lifespan."

   "The price is high."

   "Big?" The woman's tone was mocking. "Life is the least valuable thing."

   "Are you an exorcist?" Lu Li asked. The woman's identity is strange, she is chased by strange people, has homologous things, and knows some things that Lu Li doesn't know.

   It seems that a lot of things have happened outside during the time when    fell to the ground...

   "The Exorcist..." The woman's voice gradually became silent with some longing and disappointment, and then shook her head: "No, it's just an ordinary person lingering in weird times."

   Turning his neck and talking made Lu Li a little uncomfortable. He felt that there was no abnormality in his body, except for the two parts of returning to the basics of human nature, Lu Li sat up with the bed plank.

   "Your injury—" The woman's words stopped on Lu Li's unwounded chest, and shrugged: "When I didn't say it."

   "Do ordinary people also have homologues?" Lu Li asked.

   Every time the woman answered, Lu Li had more questions.

   "Sounds like a high-class person from the city?" The woman's words suddenly became aggressive, and she said sarcastically: "Most ordinary people can't afford expensive congeners."

   A new question was born.

   But thinking that continuing the question might break up unhappily, Lu Li was going to ask something else temporarily.

   was about to continue asking, but the woman seemed to have had enough of this question and answer: "If it's still a question, even if you ask me, I won't answer it."

   "Is the time of silence resolved?" Lu Li just said calmly.

  The woman really didn't want to answer Lu Li anymore, but the question really angered her, or made her feel ridiculous, she said sharply and sarcastically: "Of course not, the man with amnesia, it still exists, and now it's called the silent hour."

   "Why." Lu Li frowned.

   Still in silence... Did that shot fail after all...

   "Why? Because it's a scourge, because it's there for half the day."

   "One day, half?" Lu Li whispered.

   Silence angered all mankind for his offense?

   Now it feels strange to change to a woman, she looks at Lu Li strangely: "You have been in the shelter?"

   "Almost half a month."

   "Who would stay in the shelter for so long..." The woman muttered, her eyes suddenly glowing with a real light, like a poor man seeing a mountain of gold. "You're a shelter resident!?"

"no."

   "Really not? You don't seem to know anything." The woman was still suspicious.

  Lu Li was silent, he suddenly remembered something.

   is a casual saying on Friday.

   "When is the time of silence?"

   "Irregularly every day, what do you want to ask—"

  Lu Li stared at the woman: "Tell me when it was born."

   Facing those pure black eyes, the mockery that the woman prepared suddenly became difficult to speak.

   "Okay I'll just say it once."

   She had no choice but to answer this ridiculous question: "Twenty-four years ago."

   (end of this chapter)