Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1235 One hundred and seventy-three. Bizarre Syndrome (End)

  I have finally come back after being far away from my hometown. At this time, I am not a drowning person who is still drifting in the vast deep sea, but a returnee who has traveled. I forgot my exhaustion and swam to the coast. Distant ships dot this tranquil bay, calming my heart, and the surging sea washes away all the haze that had preceded it.

   I listened, and I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks, the joy of the town, the whistle of the ships. The latter was not a hallucination, because a shadow enveloped me, and the sailboat that was also returning home came from behind. I stopped and moved, shouting and waving at the looming silhouette on the deck, but they were completely unaware of my presence and continued to go. The drifting wake of the sailboat cast off the float.

  I saw the sailboats pass by in front of me, were smashed into the sea by the wake of the surf, and resurfaced. They swam towards the floats they had thrown, and took a short rest with the floats. Next, I grabbed the float to save my energy and swim, and at the same time, I made myself visible to be discovered by people on the shore as soon as possible, and if I encountered a rip current, I would not indulge in despair at the door of my house.

  In my memory, the bay of my hometown is very safe, the hurricane cannot approach, the storm never touches, except for the rip current of any coast. If I can restore some more memory, I will know where there are troublesome rip currents, instead of holding the float like a drowning person, swimming blankly to the shore 3 or 4 miles away.

  The ocean without the sun is deep and cold, thankfully it is the rainy season, and even without the sun, it is more comfortable than spring or winter. About two hours later, I got halfway to the town, and I was able to see the busy figures on the pier and the pedestrians on the coastal streets. They should also be able to see me.

  I was about to lie on the float to make myself more conspicuous, but at this moment, a trace of shade fell from the dark clouds and smashed into the surging ocean. The rain was not heavy, and it would not prevent me from returning to my hometown, but I saw pedestrians on the shore hurried past, and the workers and crew on the dock also took shelter, and the misty rain fell between me and the town like a mist.

  I held the float silently and weary and continued to swim. When I was exhausted, I stuck to the float and drifted with the unpredictable ocean current. Maybe the goddess of fate has never favored me, because when I stopped swinging my legs, I felt that the shore was getting farther and farther away from me. push me into the deep sea.

The disappearance of hope in front of my eyes made me almost faint, I lost the float, and inspired my remaining strength to swim to the shore, but the icy ocean current grabbed me and dragged me into the abyss of despair... Suddenly, with a "bang", the back of my head slammed. On something, it sinks to the bottom of the sea like a star. I choked on a large gulp of water. Thankfully, exhaustion kept me from choking. I struggled to surface and saw the real murderer who almost knocked me unconscious—a small boat floating on the vast sea.

  Faith inspired my soul, I struggled to swim towards the wooden boat, crawled on the edge of the boat for breath, and then pulled my heavy body out of the sea little by little and turned into the wooden boat.

  The boat swayed gently, and the ocean current pushed and swirled slowly in place. I didn't have time to pay attention to it for a while, slumped in the cabin of the drizzle, and even a layer of goose bumps on my pale skin from the cold sea breeze couldn't make me get up.

   I don't know how long it has been before I climbed out of the bilge, the hazy coastal town in the rain was as far away as I had just woken up, and the previous hours of effort had been in vain. The only good news is that I now have a boat with oars.

   I took off my clothes, stretched my hand out of the boat and twisted the sea water to prevent them from greedily absorbing my body temperature, put on my crumpled clothes, and picked up the paddle and rowed towards the shore again.

  The wooden boat did not leak, the sea did not swirl, and the rain did not turn into a storm. As the evening approached, the broken dark clouds on the sea cracked open, and the town of Kazgir appeared more and more clearly in front of him. The old weather vanes, the spires, the roof beams, the chimneys, the piers, the bridges, the churches were all in sight.

   And I am happiest that the local residents were not panicked by my landing, when I was as ordinary and normal as they were. All the previous experience seems to be just the hallucination of the drowning person, otherwise why is there no blood or mud on my clothes?

   In the continuous cloudy rain, I stepped onto the street and walked in a familiar direction. The shop window on the street reflects my embarrassment at the moment. I looked at my reflection and the clothes behind the window. I hesitated and walked into the store. They wouldn't like me going back in such a scruffy way, and I didn't want to go home in such an embarrassed way. I grabbed a clean set from the window and hanger, a gray trench coat and wide-brimmed hat, and tossed the crumpled, worn clothes into the corner trash can.

   Walking out of the clothing store, I stepped on the stagnant stone road and walked along the street, my emotions accumulated and stirred in my heart. Finally, the house that had not appeared in my memory but made me dream about it appeared in front of me. There was light in the window, and I listened to the sound of the house, as if I heard the sound of the loom and the recitation of children.

  I stopped in front of the door, and the rain dripped down the brim of my hat and the hem of my gray trench coat. At this time, I was actually a little nervous, lest I see the cruel truth behind the door, but in the end, I still raised my skinny palm.

   knock knock knock —

   lightly knocked on the door of the old house, I waited for a while, but I heard no sound from the house, so I knocked on the door again.

   knock knock knock —

  In the dead silence, my anxiety is growing, only the sound of rain falling down I knocked on the door again.

   knock knock knock —

   Then, unable to bear the wait any longer, I stepped into the house.

  I saw the dim light of the oil lamp in the dim room, illuminating the pumpkin pie next to it.

  I saw the mother and daughter lying on the bed side by side, sleeping peacefully.

  The port is the port of the ship, and the home is my port.

  My heart finally calmed down. After finishing my way home, I took off my hat, dripping with water, walked to the mother and daughter who were sleeping peacefully, squatted beside the bed, and pressed my forehead to them tiredly and peacefully.

   The exhausted and lost person finally returns home and rests in peace before the bloodline returns.

   The little girl in her mother's arms rubbed her eyes and raised her head, as if she heard the slow footsteps of her father returning.

"dad…?"

   The daughter's cry woke up the sleeping mother, she looked at the steady flames, the old pumpkin pie, and hugged her daughter silently.

  …

  The rain beat against the window lattice.

  Old, dirty room, a badly decomposed corpse has been dead for a long time, lying quietly beside the cold fireplace.

   "Nightmare" · Seven · Bizarre Syndrome End

   (end of this chapter)