Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 80 Eighty. Take over the commission

   "Mike...Mike..."

  Darkness in the bedroom, Doreen propped herself up, shook her husband beside her and asked softly, "Did you hear anything?"

   McPherson narrowed his eyes in his sleep, and said vaguely, "The voice... is it Jack calling?"

"Seems to be…"

   "Why is it telling you to call me..." McPherson sighed helplessly, lowered his eyelids, turned his back to his wife, and continued to sleep.

   But Doreen felt something was wrong, she propped herself up and listened intently.

"Hee hee hee…"

   The sound of children's laughter was faintly heard from the ceiling above.

   "No, it's my daughter's voice!"

  Doreen hurriedly shook her husband, and McPherson, who had not fallen asleep, opened his eyes, and most of his sleepiness disappeared.

   He heard it too.

   da da da da-

   On the ceiling above, bursts of running sounds came, but no dust fell.

   "My daughter won't sneak upstairs to play, will she?"

   "No way... My daughter is already sensible, how can she run around at night."

   "Maybe it's because of moving to a new home?"

   "...you go to her room and see."

  Doreen's voice became quieter: "You accompany me, I dare not go outside alone..."

   "I really can't help you..."

   McPherson shook his head slightly, sat up, put on his slippers, and lifted the oil lamp on the bedside table.

The   light was twisted brighter, and Doreen took her husband's arm and snuggled out of the house.

  The corridor is quiet, and the oil lamp can only illuminate a small area in front of and behind him.

"ah-!"

  Suddenly, Doreen screamed and jumped into her husband's arms, screaming in horror at what she saw.

   "Dog hair! And blood!"

   McPherson followed his wife's direction, and saw a large patch of golden dog hair and blood on the wooden floor, and an extinguished kerosene lamp lying not far away.

   "Daughter, our daughter..." Doreen almost cried anxiously.

   McPherson, unable to comfort his wife, rushed into his daughter's bedroom.

   The door was open, the room was empty, the quilt was lifted, and there was a trace of warmth and pressing.

  Doreen followed to the door. Seeing that the room was empty, she leaned against the door in despair and cried, "Beth and Jack are gone! Mike, did a thief come in!"

"Shh..." Macpherson was startled, and quickly covered his wife's mouth. After his wife calmed down, he put the oil lamp in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, you take the oil lamp and call the police, I'll go upstairs to see it. Look."

   Preferably a thief or robber.

   McPherson thought to himself.

   He preferred to believe that some thieves and robbers saw that they were raw faces, so they broke in and stolen things, at least that way Beth might still be safe.

  If she fell into darkness... McPherson couldn't even think about it, and his heart throbbed.

   "Give me the oil lamp? Then what do you do?" Doreen had tears on her face, and then she saw her husband pick up the oil lamp on the floor of the corridor that should have been by Beth's bed and light it with a match.

   "...you be careful."

  Doreen left a worried word, and ran back to the bedroom without looking back.

   She threw herself to the bedside, picked up the telephone receiver, and moved the dial with another trembling hand.

   Gragra Gragra —

   The sound of the turntable covered Doreen's rapid breathing from her pale lips. Seeing that she was about to finish entering the police station's password, Doreen suddenly froze, looking behind the phone with despair in her eyes.

   The phone cord is weak hanging over the edge of the closet.

   She just remembered that this is a new home, and the telephone line has not yet been connected. .

  Whoa—

There was a sudden noise behind   , and Doreen turned her head in shock, only to see that only a piece of wallpaper had fallen off, revealing the dark brown wooden walls.

   Doreen felt slightly relieved, put down the microphone, and was about to run out to help the neighbors.

   But the moment he turned his head, in the corner of the eye, something suddenly appeared on the wall where the wallpaper fell off.

  Doreen subconsciously stopped and looked at the yellowed wall again.

  Behind the snow-white wallpaper, it seemed that something hidden inside was moving out. A pitch-black silhouette poked its head out a little bit, and the hole-like eye sockets peeped towards Doreen.

  …

   persuaded his wife to leave, McPherson looked around, picked up the racket in the unorganized box by the door to defend himself, turned around the corner, and stepped up the stairs.

   Quietly came to the second floor, McPherson followed the faint running sound, and finally walked to a door in the deepest part of the corridor.

   "Dad, I'm here~"

   Hearing the laughter of his daughter behind the door, McPherson breathed a sigh of relief, but smiled helplessly and pushed the door in: "It's so late, you and Jack—"

   The sound stopped abruptly.

  …

  Marcus didn't tell Lu Li who the other exorcist was, only that he might meet him there.

   "The client was crying when I got the call, she told us uh... let you guys hurry up."

   "In Belfast."

   "Well, Belfast's… Oak Street, uh, south of Belfast, very close to Oak Grove."

   Oak Forest is on the outskirts of Belfast, and Oak Street is very close to it, which means that it is a very remote street.

   Lu Li asked, "What is the content of the entrustment?"

   "A ghost appeared in the client's house, her family was attacked yesterday and disappeared."

   "When did she contact you?" Lu Li asked each piece of information in detail.

   "Uh... just now."

   "I went missing yesterday and only remembered to solve it today."

   A rustling voice came from the microphone: "Maybe it was the client who called the police first, thinking that the police couldn't solve it before contacting the detective agency? By the way, the client looks very anxious, and you have a competitor."

  Lu Li didn't ask Marcus where the competitor came from: "That means I have to get there early, like tonight?"

   "Uh...that's better. But if your competitors are a little lazy, you can leave tomorrow morning."

   "Do you act now..." Lu Li murmured, looking sideways at the dim sky outside the window.

   It was just four o'clock in the afternoon, and there was still some time before dark. However, because of the gloomy weather, it has become difficult to see things less than five o'clock in the brightness in recent days.

  Although staying in a light place at night can keep you safe, it can bring great limitations. vision, and action.

   To be blunt, Lu Li's behavior in the dark night will become constrained, and it is not easy to detect the danger hidden in the dark.

   "The commission fee is a lot..."

   seems to feel Lu Li's hesitation, and Marcus's temptation sounded.

   "I'll rush over later and ask the client to wait for me." Lu Li no longer hesitated, and said delicately into the microphone.

   "I know the first sentence, the second sentence uh... I can't do it. After contacting the other exorcists, I will contact the client, but I can't get in touch. Oops, I said it!"

"Understood."

  Lu Li didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

   He looked at Anna, who had just tidied up the room, just straightened up and wiped the sweat on her forehead: "Are you tired?"

   "No~"

   "Get ready to go out, we have work to do."

   (end of this chapter)