Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1213 One hundred and fifty one. Smooth

   Lu Li, who was lying on his side on the soft bed, woke up.

   The black gem cat pupils gradually focused, reflecting the familiar and unfamiliar tower room.

   Margaret, who was waiting beside the bed, looked at him quietly: "Are you Lu Li? Or undead?"

   "How long have I been in a coma." The sound of the tremor in his throat made him feel unfamiliar.

   "The Batguard just left the castle," said Margaret.

   He looked out the window at night, and the long shadow disappeared into the dark depths.

   While staring blankly, Margaret suddenly asked, "Are you Lu Li or undead."

"I'm……"

  Lu Li opened his mouth slightly, and the long-standing memory reappeared.

  From Earth, Investigator, Land of Light, Night City Fantasy...

   The confusion that pervaded the depths gradually faded away, and reason and calm once again occupied the black eyes: "I am Lu Li."

   "You are a cat."

  Margaret is not good at jokes, but saying that does make the atmosphere relax——

   "You are a stunner who can drive a man mad when his head is covered." Until Lu Li said the product of thinking that did not belong to him.

  Margaret tried to wake him up with the name that had the most influence on Lu Li: "Remember Anna?"

   "I'm fine..." Lu Li waved his hand, and the shaking cat's claws appeared in his eyes: "It's just that the memory of the undead is affecting me."

   "Will you become him?"

   "No. Use the crown of knowledge to forget these memories."

   But you must persist until you meet the farmer.

   Lu Li, who completely accepts the memory of the undead, is like being parasitized to a certain extent - it is as if the body no longer belongs to the infant when the soul is attached to the baby, and another person is reborn on Lu Li's body.

   It's just that Lu Li's will made him erase his self, doubt himself, and just treat it as the deep impression left by reading a huge book - these are the stories of others.

  People with weak self-awareness will lose themselves in other people's stories, which is why boys always think they are heroes and girls think they are princesses.

   And from a philosophical point of view, if Lu Li instills the memories of the undead into a baby or a weak-willed weirdo, the undead can be resurrected without the need for a soul, and still be himself - only the real he doesn't think so.

   Then Lu Li thought of Prada.

   Then I wondered if this kind of philosophical thinking was also the influence of the undead.

   "The bat guard left, right." He stopped himself and returned to his original path.

"Um."

   Now it's Lu Li's turn.

   Lu Li jumped from the bed to the floor, swayed drunkenly and took a few steps before regaining his balance with his tail.

  Margarita lifted the sheet, folded it, pressed out the space for Lu Li, wrapped him, and carried the sheet back to the tower and put it into the cart.

Da da--

The sound of    high heels stepping on the floor echoed in the corridor.

  Lu Li hid in the cart, peeping through the gap.

   When passing the corner with a female oil painting hanging on it, a feeling that does not belong to Lu Li suddenly surfaced - "This woman is so ugly that she looks like a product of a close relative".

   Then when I passed by placing the bat guard statue, I thought of "God **** the ugly bat and wild boar hybrid monster".

  The undead Wenger's personality is like a hedgehog with thorns, merciless to everything he encounters along the way.

  Lu Li had to endure the influence of the undead Wenger's memory.

   Amidst the foul language of "self", Margaret walked along the outside of the castle to the guest room area.

  While most Batguards go to search the territory, there are still many Batguards guarding the castle, especially around the rooms of the four lords.

   But the Lizard Maid is a member of the castle, and no one will stop them.

  Margaret came out of the farmer's room quite smoothly pushing the cart with the stacking sheets. Even because there were no servants to follow at this dinner party, he went straight into the room.

   The door of the room was open, and Margaret's graceful figure turned her back to the corridor. She unfolded the sheets that were not stained with cat hair to replace the bed's sheets, while Lu Li slipped quietly to the bottom of the bed.

   After quietly changing the sheets, Margaret exited the bedroom, and then the door closed, leaving only Lu Li hiding under the bed.

   "Like a heartless lover hiding under the bed."

   The memory of the undead reminded Lu Li.

   Memories disappear with the crown of knowledge, but not these derived thoughts. To avoid being affected by the memory of the undead, Lu Li curled up and fell into a self-slumber.

   What awakened Lu Li was the footsteps of "over 300 pounds of oily fat pigs" coming from outside the corridor.

  Click.

   The door opened, and dull footsteps sounded in the room.

  Lu Li waited, waited for the door to close, waited for the footsteps to approach, waited for the bed to make an overwhelmed creaking sound, and left the bottom of the bed.

This is the first time Lu Li has seen the real face of the farmer: it looks like a hybrid of fungi and lichen, and the strangling vine is wrapped around a rotting humanoid, like a carrion abandoned in the woods .

  The farmer was aware of Lu Li's existence, but he was a step too late.

  This is a dreamland, Lu Li's territory.

   "Do as he says."

  When the cloaked Viscount appeared behind Lu Li and issued a gloomy order, the farmer stopped releasing spores and lowered his head: "What do you need me to do...?"

   "Hold on."

  Lu Li exited its dream, and before it woke up, sacrificed the memory of the undead to the crown of knowledge and pressed it on the farmer's body.

  …

   Wenger opened his eyes.

   He felt the body from the neck down again.

   "Is this hell?"

   "No. Disappointed, you are still alive." In front of the operating bed, a tall and beautiful woman stared at him with golden vertical pupils: "There is good news and bad news."

   "The good news is that you may never die again."

  The woman turned around and opened the curtains that blocked the room. The wilderness outside the window was filled with ominousness and chaos.

   Wenger reached out and rubbed the rough seam on his neck.

   "The bad news is you can use this as hell."

   A few days later, people were surprised to find that Wenger, the undead, no longer had a bad temper——

   Later, the inhabitants of the shelter, led by the woman, returned to the surface and gathered with more survivors. They build Midnight Town, expand Midnight Town, and the undead Wenger, who has always fought for the home called Midnight, gradually has a new identity - Professor.

  Long time later, when he was buried with Midnight City, the spirits of the dead sent him an invitation—

The   quail-like juniors came to the platform in the new year.

"Because Dean Asammons has not returned from going out, this year's dinner party will be hosted by me." Professor Chrissy in the main seat gestured to the outlines beside him: "Then, let's first introduce you to the cuties in the lower grades. Own?"

   "Senior occult professor, you can call me Helmder." The emaciated figure in the old and refined standard musketeer's costume took off his top hat.

   "Professor of divination, undead." The pale, decadent, poet-like sentimental man beside Helmder ripped off his head, revealing centipede-like wounds and stitches.

   Wenger has never been so refined.

  …

   Wenger opened his eyes again.

   Standing next to him this time are those calm black eyes.

   (end of this chapter)