Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 84

  The commission is over.

   There is no remuneration and no benefit. Even the client was buried in the sea of ​​fire. Although she left with her family before the flames engulfed everything.

  The wheels rolled over the uneven bluestone road, breaking the silence in the thick night, and the windows on both sides of the road gradually increased, as if floating in the quiet and clear waters from the eternal dark deep sea.

  The uncomfortable feeling of darkness gradually recedes, the feeling is invisible and elusive, but when it becomes brighter around the carriage, the two people in the carriage do become more relaxed.

   Hades, who was sitting beside him, kept sighing, largely because he ran for nothing.

  Lu Li sat beside him, thoughtful.

   Hades, who was a little lamented, didn't pay attention, but Lu Li did.

  If the family of three had died last night, who was the woman who cried and asked Marcus for help on the phone?

   The undead of the hostess? Or something else?

  Lu Li turned his head, the carriage turned away from Oak Street, and gradually drove away. However, the rising fire there is still clearly visible across the two long streets, like a huge torch in the dark night.

   It seems that the fire is enough to cover up the traces left.

   "What is that black dead branch?"

   looked away, Lu Li asked Hades beside him.

   Hades temporarily broke away from the loss, looking a little tired: "It's just as you think. Homologous, weaker than the psychic gun, but the relative side effects are also small."

   "You guy, you have a lot of questions, right?" Before Lu Li could speak, Hades' eyes suddenly became sharp.

  Lu Li saves his mouth and nodded.

   "I knew it wouldn't come." Hades sighed loudly on purpose. "When a client dies, he has to pay for several problems, free of charge."

  Lu Li pretended not to see Hades' sarcasm and asked, "What is the homologue."

"I remember telling you last time... Well, it's easy to explain anyway. Homologous objects are objects that are infected with the breath of the inner world and become no longer ordinary. Of course, this infection can be artificially created, such as our psychics. gun."

   "Are there many homologues?"

"It's not too much, and it's not too little. Guys like you and me who often deal with ghosts always have so many opportunities. Your stone mask is also a homologous, did I tell you? You can try it. develop it."

  Lu Li also thought so.

The enhanced power of the    psychic gun is obvious to all, and Lu Li has not yet discovered the characteristics brought by the first rose. But the side effects are also very obvious: the cost of money, and the irreversible approach to the inner world.

  The former is 50 shillings, and each time Lu Li shoots, he shoots out 75 pounds of brown bread, or what a family of three needs for four days. The latter, Lu Li, has recently begun to have lower temperatures on his hands and feet when he sleeps, while Lu Li has been paying attention to nutritional supplements, which is obviously related to lack of nutrition and acclimatization.

   "Is there a risk?"

   "Of course there will be, congeners are like weird beans, you never know what the next one will taste like."

Hades' oil lamp flickered, he picked it up and shook it, and found that the air valve was loose, tightened it a little, made sure the flame was stable, and continued: "You can judge whether it is dangerous by feeling its breath. Dangerous, but that's not accurate. Most congeners are pretty good at hiding themselves."

   "They have consciousness?" Lu Li noticed the word "hidden".

"Pfft of course not, but maybe there is but I haven't encountered it." Hades waved his hand and sneered: "Don't worry, I'm just describing it like that. There is a solution, you can find someone else to wear it and try it. "Don't say it was me."

   "How do I use them."

"If you want to know how a homolog is used correctly, you can tell by the way it looks. Like a psychic gun, just pull the trigger. Like the mask you got the other day, it's obviously on your face ."

   "Maybe not."

   Lu Li said suddenly.

Hades was stunned for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "You are right, it is not necessarily accurate to judge based on appearance. A mask should not necessarily be worn on the face, who knows if your mask homologue was originally there. On some guy who wants to put a mask on his ass."

   Ignoring Hades' disgusting metaphor, Lu Li continued to ask, "What's the power of your black dead branch."

   "It allows me to temporarily have the breath of the inner world, but it shouldn't be used in this way, I think."

   Haders took out the black dead branches and showed them to Lu Li, the rows of gnawing marks on them were startling.

   "I tried planting it in the soil, growing it with water, and throwing it into the fire. By the way, this branch was not originally black."

  Lu Li nodded thoughtfully: "I'm thinking about one thing."

  Haders' face was full of rejection: "Just don't ask me, I hate the word free."

  Lu Li asked directly, "Will the ghost also become stronger?"

  Hads, who said no, still chose to answer, he shrugged: "Why not? A lot of Wraiths are promoted by killing other ghosts or living people. Do you want to train your little ghost?"

   Lu Li was noncommittal. Then he noticed that Hades opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason didn't say it.

   He had looked at the carriage that was obscured by the curtain.

   "I will visit your detective agency when I have time." Lu Li said, seeming to understand what Hades meant.

"Um."

   Hades suddenly stopped talking, and the atmosphere became silent.

   After ten minutes of silence, the carriage arrived at Haders' detective agency, who waved his hand and got off the lane to say goodbye.

   After driving the carriage again, Lu Li returned to his detective agency.

   "In addition to looking a little strange, this guy looks very friendly." Anna, who had been quiet for a long time, stuck her head out and said.

   She doesn't like to show her face in front of outsiders, and she's a little afraid of exorcists.

   "Yes." Lu Li felt the same way.

  …

   Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the longhouse on Sailor Street.

   Lu Li jumped out of the carriage, and the umbrella over his head was tilted, as if preparing for Anna who got off the carriage later.

   But Anna didn't pay attention to this, she went straight through the carriage and the walls of the longhouse and slipped back to the detective agency.

  Without a substance you can do whatever you want.

   Lu Li tied the carriage, lifted the oil lamp and returned to the door.

   When he was about to enter the door, Lu Li lowered his head and found that a newspaper cut out fell into the gap of the bluestone slab in front of the door, which was about to be smashed by the rain.

   Lu Li hurriedly glanced, looked away, and walked into the corridor.

  The door slowly closed behind him, the newspaper was still lying on the ground, and the face with a few lines written on it gradually became cloudy.

  【This passage may appear anywhere you see it. If you read this passage, everything you are going through right now is unreal. Your mental and physical state is very bad, please wake up quickly. 】

  【Don't be deceived by all your fictions, please wake up quickly! 】

   (end of this chapter)