Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 211 One hundred and twenty six. Crematorium

   At the end of the conveyor belt, the red-hot stove exudes scalding heat. Red is rich, rich is unknown.

  Lu Li was sent to the kitchen as fish.

   And it won't be long before he becomes the minced meat on the other end of the conveyor belt, the food for someone who doesn't know.

  The conveyor belt rolled, and the piled fish carcasses that fell first were scattered, covering the entire conveyor belt.

  Lu Li is one of them.

   The plan to wait for recovery before taking action became meaningless, Lu Li brewed up his strength, used his only movable head and neck to drive his body, and moved to the edge little by little.

The sound of   chopping meat clearly entered his ears. Lu Li didn't look at the dark shadows. He could guess only by the frequency of the machetes falling, and the fish corpses in front of them had turned into muddy flesh.

   There are still more than ten meters away from the sound of chopping meat. Lu Li finally moved to the edge. He put his shoulders on the iron sheet outside the conveyor belt. The shoulders became the origin, and Lu Li's body slid across the semicircle on the conveyor belt, completely sticking to the edge of the conveyor belt.

  Whoa——

   A large fish carcass was swept off the conveyor belt.

  Plop—

   Lu Li followed and fell down, and some black substances stained on his body splashed off. Lu Li noticed that at this moment, his body seemed to have regained some of his mobility.

  When he associated immobility with the black matter, the cluttered sound of chopping meat from not far away disappeared. After a short while, the chopping sound came back, but it was less.

   A dark figure with a machete walked towards this side.

   Lu Li, who was barely able to move his shoulders, squirmed under the conveyor belt with his shoulders and chin, and the heavy steps behind him got closer and closer——

   If it finds it, throwing it back on the conveyor belt will be the best result.

   In the end, Lu Li pushed hard and pushed over the fish corpse, tumbling into the shadow of the conveyor belt.

  The huge monster walked out of the conveyor belt at the same time, revealing a pair of stout, deformed calves that were not human-like.

  Lu Li held his breath and quietly observed the outside.

  The huge monster made a strange and vague muttering, grabbed the fish corpse that fell on the ground with its big hands, and threw it on the conveyor belt.

   That hand is very strange, the ghost is deformed, huge, and not human-like, but its palm is like a human, with clear palms and five fingers. No sharp claws, no thick horns, except unusually large.

   This makes the giant phantom look weird, like it's made of different body parts stitched together.

Hiding under the conveyor belt, Lu Li quietly watched the pair of human palms that could easily hold the head to clean up all the fish corpses that fell around, but the owner of the palm was still fumbling around on the ground, swiping across Lu Li's legs a few times. You can even feel the cool airflow brought by the palm of your hand.

  grunt-

   There was a vague murmur from above the invisible conveyor belt, the palm shrank back, and then the heavy footsteps walked away.

   Lu Li temporarily escaped the fate of turning into minced meat.

   "Call..."

   His chest rose and fell again, and Lu Li resumed his breathing. After a few quick breaths, the sound of his breathing softened and disappeared in the humming vibration of the conveyor belt and the sound of meat chopping.

   After waiting for a few minutes, the body showed no signs of easing. Lu Li temporarily judged that his inability to move was related to the black matter covering his body.

  The woolen coat, life jacket and shoes were missing, and they contained a flashlight and some bullets. But the two psychic guns seem to be still on him.

   This gives Lu Li a certain ability to protect himself.

   If action resumes.

  If the psychic gun still works.

   Taking advantage of the short-term safety, Lu Li began to remove the black substance wrapped around his body, but soon he discovered that it was not only himself, but also everything around him that was contaminated with the black substance.

   Black matter is everywhere.

   The only difference is that the black substance on Lu Li's body is more and more viscous.

The    fingertips trembled, swaying and lifting, awkwardly unbuttoning the shirt covered with a layer of black substance.

  pop————

  The shirt fell to the ground, making a sticky sound, revealing the body that was still covered with black matter.

  Lu Li exerted a little force, and his palms slowly clenched into fists. The strength was negligible, but it was enough.

   Moving his body, Lu Li leaned against the mainstay of the conveyor belt. The bone-chilling cold made his consciousness clearer. Lu Li scraped off the black substance on his body with his movable palm, and then threw it out of the conveyor belt.

  Lu Li can't completely remove the black matter from his body, but he can reduce them as little as possible.

   Wipe off the sticky black substance on the left arm, the left hand that has regained strength and then wipe the right hand, then the legs and torso. The two psychic guns were also covered with black matter. Lu Li untied the holsters one by one and wiped them briefly.

   The black substance like the gangrene of the bones was scraped away little by little, and the strength in Lu Li's body gradually emerged, but it was still weak.

   Part of it comes from weakness after a coma.

   After solving the problem on his body, Lu Li picked up the shirt that had turned black and threw it aside, twisting the shirt like wringing out the water stains on the wet clothes.

  tick-tick-tick-

  The viscous black liquid gathered on the surface of the twist-like clothes and dripped, making a viscous dripping sound.

  Wet clothes can be hard to wear, but the temperature here is so low that it’s better than nothing.

  Somewhat unexpectedly, Lu Li, who put on a half-dry shirt, found that his body was not restricted—only the black matter that stained his body would move slowly.

   This discovery made Lu Li take off his pants and twist them to half dry.

   Putting on his clothes, Lu Li, who was hiding in the shadow under the conveyor belt, began to observe the "kitchen".

   The kitchen is long and narrow, with rolling conveyor belts taking up most of the space. Eight huge monsters stood beside the conveyor belt a few meters away from the stove.

  A light black door appeared on the dark black wall.

   There is the exit of the kitchen, but if he wants to go there, Lu Li has to pass the other four monsters under the watchful eyes of the four monsters to reach the door that leads to there.

   But there seems to be no better option now.

  Lu Li still didn't want to gamble, he slowly climbed out of the shadow under the conveyor belt and crouched close to where he fell.

  Those clumsy and slow "chefs" did not pay attention to the movement of the ingredients on the other side at all. They chopped the fish carcasses sliding in front of them without stopping, and clumps of meat puree were sent into the stove, where their whereabouts were unknown.

The place where    once fell was accumulated with a thick and thick black substance, and the smooth touch was like stepping on the rotting mud, especially the slippery fish carcasses under the mud occasionally.

  These black substances made Lu Li move like he was in a swamp.

   He leaned against the wall, as far away as possible from the center and the conveyor belt, in case a fish carcass suddenly fell from the net. Maybe it won't kill Lu Li, but it will definitely smash him into the black substance, and then send him to the cook with difficulty.

  Lu Li raised his head and looked at it. The height of his own passageway is about four meters. The metal walls are smooth and difficult to relay. There is no possibility of climbing up with bare hands.

  The door behind the chefs was the only way for Lu Li to leave.

   (end of this chapter)