Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 400 Three hundred and fifteen

   Oliver could tell.

   The soles of the feet stepped into the mud, squeezing the thick sound of the mud.

  Something roams outside the abandoned village.

  Is it for me?

   Hiding under the dining table behind the wooden house wall, Oliver held his breath.

  Puff——Puggie——

   Funny walking sounds slowly resounded between the abandoned wooden houses in the Underswamp. Oliver couldn't laugh at all. He hoped that the owner of the footsteps would leave as soon as possible and not find himself.

The owner of   's footsteps did not leave, it slowly circled the abandoned village, from left to right, exploring little by little.

   was very close to the house where Oliver was hiding, maybe only a dozen meters.

  Oliver pulled as close as possible to the darker part of the house, so as not to be spotted by the outside existence.

   But he ignored that the swampy villages had been abandoned for decades, and the decayed places could hardly support the weight of a person.

  Kacha——

  Oliver sank abruptly, and then a cool feeling came from his buttocks.

   The floor below him cracked.

   Oliver wanted to cry without tears, he could imagine the situation at the moment: the floor of the abandoned wooden house broke open, and a piece of **** emerged.

   Oliver, who was holding the floor with his palms, wanted to pull out his **** that was stuck under the plank, but he didn't dare to make any more noise. With a fluke, he tried to bet that the existence wandering outside couldn't hear the sound.

   This is just Oliver's extravagant hope, because he heard it clearly, and the footsteps disappeared.

  The surroundings returned to dead silence, and the uncontrollable thumping of heartbeats.

   "Anyone?" A questioning voice suddenly came from outside.

   After being stunned for a while, Oliver felt ecstasy in his heart. He almost couldn't wait to scream, and then he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth, pressing back the syllable that he almost blurted out.

   I can't speak yet, I don't know how many people there are outside, if it is two, if there is a ghost without a face...

  Oliver didn't speak, but he began to pull out his cold ass, which had sunk into the floor.

   There was an inevitable noise, and the inquiries from outside continued to sound: "Who is it?"

  Wait for me...don't go away...

   Oliver said anxiously, but the edge of his trousers seemed to be caught by a wooden board, and the exhausted Oliver could not escape.

   Fortunately, the people outside did not leave. Hearing a noise, he approached the wooden house with mud dripping: "Who is there?"

   bang bang bang——

  Oliver hurriedly knocked on the wooden board, indicating that there was someone here. To his dismay, the sound of footsteps and inquiries disappeared in an instant.

   Will the people outside think there are monsters inside and flee...

Unable to speak, Oliver thought of the horrific possibility that he wanted to shout desperately and find a reasonable excuse for it: he didn't hear the second footstep, there was only one person outside, there was no "third" people".

   But the excuses that appeared were accompanied by unease, and Oliver couldn't help but think, who would wander alone in the shadow swamp full of weird and ominous, and will actively seek others? This...it's not normal.

  Although Oliver was used to seeing all kinds of unreasonable things last night, a person should be a person unless he is a lunatic.

  Oliver doesn't think madmen can live to this day.

   The strong unease drove Oliver to keep silent again and continue to listen to the movement outside.

  If it is a human, then ask for help.

"Is anyone here?"

The    inquiry sounded again, this time in front of the wooden house.

   Maybe it was a psychological effect. Oliver, who suspected the existence of the outside world, felt that his voice was treacherous and cold.

  When they threw down the shabby little fishing net, the playmate crouched by the lake and muttered the same greedy tone that the fish hurry in and heard at the moment.

   Uneasy turned to fear, Oliver covered his mouth as he did a few minutes ago. As for the half-cold **** exposed outside... He couldn't save it, he could only hope that the other party wouldn't see it.

  Oliver's action was obviously too late. The next sound was no longer an inquiry, but the wooden house that suddenly trembled. Oliver, who was "integrated" with the wooden house, could clearly feel the continuous shaking of the wooden house.

   The presence outside climbed the drawbridge.

"is there anybody?"

   The strange questioning continued, followed by the sound of approaching gentle footsteps.

The    wooden house became darker than before, and Oliver realized that the owner of the footsteps had already reached the door.

   Or just his own illusion, there is just a survivor like himself outside.

  Oliver looked up at the door with a fluke, or hope.

  A figure walked into the wooden house with the rancid smell of silt.

  Oliver recognized the silhouette of the figure. "He" didn't notice the table next to the door, and walked slowly towards the wooden table facing the door.

   Oliver didn't call out "him", the figure who came in... made him feel something was wrong.

   In the dark blood color, the figure walking slowly is awkward, like wearing loose clothes that don't fit well.

  How can the skin not fit?

  Oliver almost instantly thought of what happened in the church basement. A "person" attacked him, and then "he" shed his skin, revealing his little **** flesh, and pounced on himself.

  The continuous pain of the shoulder wound tells all this.

  Oliver was thankful that his **** had saved him, and prayed in his heart that it would not find him.

"I gotta go."

   The monster in human skin spoke again, but got no response, so he planned to search the house carefully.

  Oliver mentioned in his heart, he could hardly contain his fear and wanted to escape——

   At this time, the monster suddenly noticed something and turned to face the outside.

  Oliver closed his eyes tightly.

   A disturbing and frightening rustling sound rang out and fell to the ground, and then the footsteps left the house, fell into the mud and quickly left.

   As if something was pulling it away.

   Oliver suddenly opened his eyes and gasped uncontrollably.

   Through the dark blood of the sky, he saw what was left in the wooden house by the monster: a human skin.

   This will make Oliver terrified, but it's better than facing monsters.

  Oliver, who was temporarily safe, began to save his ass, which took him several minutes. Quietly peering out, Oliver retracted his head, climbed out of the table and stood up.

  Why is it so painful...Is it an infection?

  Oliver touched the wound around the wound, spat several saliva into his hand, and endured the pain to wipe away the mud around the wound.

   In case the monster didn't go far, Oliver didn't leave the house for a while, and pushed the human skin that made his scalp numb under the table. Oliver tried to find something useful in the wooden house.

   and really found it.

  Oil lamps...?

   Oliver looked at the oil lamp on the dining table above him in disbelief.

   But this place has been abandoned for decades, how can there be oil lamps...?

  Incomprehensible, incredible, especially when Oliver tried to disassemble the oil lamp and found that there was still half of kerosene in it.

   Someone was here, not too long ago.

  Anyway, it's cheap Oliver, even though he doesn't dare to light the oil lamp here.

   estimated the time, the monster was almost gone, Oliver took the oil lamp, quietly climbed down from the wooden house, and moved towards the swamp road.

   "Wait for me to come back, Jojo..."

   (end of this chapter)