Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1233 One hundred and seventy-one. Bizarre syndrome (11)

   Those who have been hurt by me, those who have died tragically, priests and nuns, believers, I deserve to pay the price for my cruelty. No one is victorious in this tragedy, I have committed an unforgivable crime played by delirium, and the raucous residents of the gallows are in pain and want revenge, so I understand them. The only regret is that I still haven't recovered my memory, I don't know my past or even my name.

   The loathsome leader held up the Book of Fungus, and I guess they were nearing the end of my side, ready to start hanging. Because this leader is coming to me, wanting to execute my terrible devil with his own hands. The dim light of the Book of Fungus flickered eerily, and the frantic blood in the veins throbbed again, giving me visions of memories.

   Only this time is a completely different scene. Without the storms, waves, boats, sailors I knew, I stood on the heavy earth, with a calm harbour behind me. The young women were holding the children, and they wore skirts of cheap fabric, but well-cut. A gust of wind blew, and the skirt and smooth long hair flew like doves. I held down my wide-brimmed hat, squatted down and rubbed my cheek against the little girl: "I'm not at home, remember to listen to my mother." Then I stood up and looked at the woman: "Don't weave by the oil lamp late at night."

"You should tell yourself." The gentle woman was helpless and worried, "Do you have to go? The radio said that the hurricane is raging on the route..." I kissed her cheek, "This shipment must be delivered. Don't worry, we'll avoid the hurricane."

   "You can ask for leave or refuse, the crew won't say anything about you..." I stopped my wife's concern, and pretended to be serious and lowered my voice: "I'm the chief mate, even if the captain is missing on the ship, I can't be without me."

   In the end, my wife couldn't be stubborn, she tucked my shirt for me reluctantly, kissed me back on the cheek, and watched me step onto the wooden bridge. I urged the crew carrying the cargo in the port to speed up, boarded my ship and came to the deck, and saw two figures, one big and one small, still standing in the port.

   "Return safely, my dear!"

   "I'll make your favorite pumpkin pie with mom."

   A faint cry came from the sea breeze, I took off my hat and tucked it under my arm, waving goodbye to my wife and children.

   I woke up from my memory, the vast sea turned into a cave of depression, the busy dock workers and sailors turned into gloomy mycelial silhouettes, and the mast beside me turned into a ghostly figure approaching. I suddenly realized that I had committed a horrific killing, and they couldn't have kept me alive. Before that, of course, I was willing to pay the penalty, but now, with more memories, I don't want to do it...

  I want to live...I want to go back.

The    mycelial profile stopped in front of me, I didn't want to hurt him, but had no choice. I struggled to break free from the mycelial rope restraining me, and rushed towards the leader, who was completely unexpected to be attacked, with my arms firmly around his neck, and moved down the gallows, "I just want to go home! Let me go! I won't kill him!" I threatened the approaching hyphae, but they didn't back away, as if their words had turned into a screeching hum, and my words sounded chaotic.

   But as I carried the leader off the gallows and rushed into the crowd, they backed away. I led the leader toward the edge, where there was a wide, thick, unholy flow, like a river leading to the depths of the fissures of the ocean. That's my escape route, as long as I can jump into the river, I can quickly get away from this town with my water. Doing so may leave indelible scars on the town, but I have no choice...

   I almost made it. But just as I held the leader hostage and moved along the channel that led to the filthy river revealed by the retreating crowd, the leader I controlled suddenly collapsed, melted, and looked like a sticky plant with blight, and the filthy dark mycelium turned towards me. twine. As you can imagine, the leader was holding me tightly, preventing me from leaving and allowing the residents to charge. He's a hero, I have to admit it. "Let go of me...I don't want to hurt you! I'll get out of here!" I shouted to the leader and the surroundings, but the originally scattered passage was blocked by mycelium again, symbolizing the disappearance of the escape exit.

   I could feel the mad blood that poured through my whole body with my anger and unwillingness, my heart beating violently, and I gradually became agitated and fell into an abyss-like madness. I grabbed the leader's exposed throat, pulled out the hyphae-coated spine, and wielded the terrifying spine as a weapon, which, in my opinion, was nothing but the leader's cane. The leader who lost his cane fell, and I no longer hold on to the leader and let the poor old man go. And because of the loss of hostages, more and more mycelia, holding on to the rotten light, approached me.

They deserve to take revenge on me, the executioner, but I have a reason why I can't do it without my hand, waving my spine to beat the people who are approaching me, I can imagine when the strong walnut fell, people screaming and covering the injured area and falling down . But a steady stream of people crowded over, and the river bank, which was only a dozen meters away, seemed like a moat to me. The endless entanglement made me gradually impatient, no longer focusing on expelling, but more and more fierce, the spine and palm of my hand smashed towards the disgusting head in sight.

   But there are too many inhabitants. Gradually, under the siege of people, I gradually became unsupported, my skin was torn by mycelium, and my body was red and swollen. The blood of madness flows faster, and again I am confused about the distinction between reality and delirium,

   It wasn't the residents who beat me to the point where I staggered and nearly fainted, it was a vicious, twisted alien. It wasn't a child who jumped on my back to bite, it was a deformed dwarf mycelium monster. It wasn't blood that splattered, it was sticky body pus.

   "You are not human, right?"

  After an unimaginable battle, I finally stepped onto the wet, soft soil on the riverbank, with my wounds all over my body. With the last of my strength, I threw my cane at the people behind, and leaped into the rotting river, swept downstream by the thick, dark river.

   It’s just that my judgment is a little wrong. In the dark cave where the suspicious moss glows with fluorescence, I head towards the depths of the town. The ancient and dilapidated stone houses stand quietly on both sides of the river bank, as if sneering and mocking me for hurting this town—the river of darkness did not take me away, but instead I took it to the center of the town, and it merged into a pool that was like an abyss without the slightest light.

  I forgot the "lake in the center of town" in my mind, paranoid, and I must think that this is the lair of evil monsters, so as to prevent myself from being overwhelmed by the cold and cruel truth. I tried to climb ashore, and the river tugged at me, preventing me from leaving the invigorating viscous filth. I gnawed it, tore it off, out of the dark river that never saw the light of day.

   Nothing can stop me from going home.

   (end of this chapter)