Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1234 One hundred and seventy-two. Bizarre syndrome (twelve)

   As if the story was brought to a dramatic climax, the storm appeared between the dark cave and the eaves. They fell as I jumped into the river, and didn't start wreaking havoc until I climbed up the bank like a water ghost. The swaying ghost fires in the distance are dim and blurry, which provides cover for my next whereabouts - the local residents do not know that I have been taken to their er lair by the river.

   The wind whimpered and blew through the labyrinth of ancient houses. Exhausted, I didn't want to kill any more, so I hid in an empty room, blocked the door with a latch and a table, took off my wet clothes, wrung them dry, and put them on again, lest I be entangled by the wind and cold again.

  I looked out the window at the gust of wind and rain beating against the house, and the sound of the wind and rain and the sloping lines seemed to take me back to the stormy night when the ship fell.

   "Damn, how many times have you **** asked me to tell you! You don't need to come out to help in the storm! Now! Give it to me! Go back to the cabin! Monkey, take this old thing back!"

The memory of the past that I have seen several times reappears. I am like an indifferent audience, watching the performance on the stage change direction due to subtle changes: the old sailor at the foot of the **** smirked and knocked me off the side of the ship, and the broken and fallen mast happened to kill him. .

  The good and the evil have changed again, but I have not been moved by it, and now I just want to go home and be with my family. And if anything wants to stop me...no one can stop a husband and father from coming home.

   crunch—

  Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound like stepping on the deck behind me. I turned around and saw a mycelium standing in front of the bedroom door. I just found a house in a hurry, not paying attention to the residents inside. Its throat was trembling, and it was about to hum. I couldn't let it notify my companions and jump up to fight it. It didn't have much defense, and its strength was amazingly weak. It was easy for me to tear the throat. The black hyphae spewed out disgustingly, and the body became stationary after dozens of seconds.

  Although the mycelium monster has been resolved, I was worried that its death would be known to its companions, so I rushed out of the house in a storm and got into a dormant, rainy, dilapidated unowned house in the rainy night. There should be no residents living here. I took off my clothes again and wringed them dry, fearful of finding out that I wouldn't dare to make a fire, but the goat brains that had sickened me kept me from starving and cold.

  I observed the traces of the mycelium through the pale white lightning flashes from the window. They didn't seem to want to search for me in the storm, and the muddy ground obscured my whereabouts. Confirming that they won't find me for the time being, I moved the movable things in the house to block the door, huddled in a corner that would not be splashed by the leaking rain, and let my tired self rest.

I thought my tired body would soon be able to bring myself to sleep, a brief escape from this hopeless reality - but the waking consciousness that did not want to sleep felt nightmarish tentacles of terror stretched out on my head - because I Some scary guesses come to mind.

If where I am now is my hometown...if those mycelium monsters are people I am familiar with...Thinking of the small silhouette in front of the gallows like me rushing, thinking of the weak silhouette of mycelium in the house that was attacked and struggled by me , I tremble with fear, I can only cast a sympathetic glance at me to the gods who have never cared for me, and will not let utter despair fall on me, a miserable sinner.

"Am I crazy?" I couldn't help but ask myself again, the hoarse voice sounded like a devil crawling out of hell, I curled up in pain, weeping in grief, weeping that fate is unfair, weeping that hope is not miss me. In the midst of this exhausting cry, I finally fell asleep, having a nightmare that I never want to recall.

  Kazgir, which means navel in the local language, because this is the calmest sea area in the Lord's Continent. Like other seaside towns, this town is peaceful and quiet. Her instinct continued to exist quietly until one day, a disheveled lunatic broke into the town.

  The uninvited guest first moved into the unowned house, made a scene at Doctor Lund, and then broke into the Uzi Tavern, took over the attic and injured the owner, the waiter and the guests there. The quiet town that had not been strife for a long time was thrown into chaos because of this. They haven't encountered similar things for too long, and they don't know what to do. At this time, the lunatic left the tavern and came to the only church in the town, where he committed a horrific **** crime.

   By the time the mayor arrived with his guards it was too late, and the venerable priests, nuns and guests of prayer fell at the feet of the brain-stained demon, their heads empty.

   They worked together to subdue the madman who put down his resistance and said words that no one could understand, and put him in the dungeon. And because of the terrible crimes he committed, the town of Kazgir did not need to routinely sentence him to hang.

  The madman was taken to the gallows, and the mayor tried the madman in front of the weeping relatives of the deceased and the angry townspeople, but the next scene shocked all the townspeople: The madman broke free from the gallows and took the mayor hostage. An angry town villager rescued the mayor, and a little girl was among them. "That's my dad!" Her cry was drowned out in the crowd, and she could only struggle to squeeze out of the crowd, running to her father, who responded with a mahogany cane that smashed her head.

   The madman who made the townspeople angry and scared rushed out of the siege, jumped into the river, was washed by the river to the center of the town, and fled into a house in a panic, which happened to be his former home.

   The wife who was waiting for her husband and daughter to return was pleasantly surprised to see the embarrassed husband and wanted to shout, but the man who was similar to her husband broke his neck. The woman fell in a pool of blood in pain and sadness, and her hot beating heart gradually cooled...

   On the fifth day of waking up from amnesia, I confirmed that I was indeed insane. Mycelium roams the cave, I don't show up anymore, I don't come into contact with them, I just steal ghost fires and shovels in the dead of night, pry open floors in the shadows cast, dig tunnels, and make my own way home.

   I don't know how long ago, in the deep hole in the floor of the house, from the distant unimaginable pit, the faint sound of gasping and knocking echoed. I leaned upward and digged, as if I was leaving the cave soon.

   With the last knock, mud splashed and brackish sea water poured down the dug hole.

I dug through the tunnel, and the icy sea water that poured in almost drowned me, but it was not the ground I imagined. I hesitated, and finally expanded the hole I dug, and then held my breath and crawled out along the hole, like an abyss. In the darkness of the invisible, he desperately swung his legs and hands and floated to the sea.

   After a long time, I drifted awake like a corpse on the sea.

   Then I saw the coast in the distance, the seaside town that made me think about it.

   (end of this chapter)