Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 403 Three hundred and eighteen. Their blessing

   Lu Li's pause only lasted for a moment.

   A palm full of silt and filth suddenly stretched out from the quagmire, grabbing Lu Li's wrist, Anna instantly counterattacked, the invisible air cut off the silty palm, but the psychic gun and Fran's bracelet slipped from her hand and slammed into the quagmire.

The    psychic gun spewed blue smoke as if it had fallen into lava, and the bracelet and the bracelet were engulfed by the silt, and Gululu bubbled up.

  More palms stretched out of the mud, grabbed Lu Li's body, and dragged him down.

  chi——

  Invisible smoke emerged from the psychic gun in the holster, and the mud swamp had completely engulfed Lu Li's lower body, extending to his chest.

   Endless, sickening silt arms emerge from the quagmire, entangling Anna so she can't save.

   Hiding back under the dead tree not far away, Qiao Qiao saw that Lu Li's chest had submerged in the mud, and Anna, who was angry and fought back, couldn't get rid of the mud arm, gritted her teeth, buried her head to avoid the mud spilling from the sky, and ran to Lu Li quickly.

   She pounced in front of Lu Li, grabbed Lu Li's raised arm tightly, gritted her teeth and tried to drag him back, but her strength was insignificant, and it was hard to compare with the countless muddy arms under the swamp.

   Just when Jojo, who was covered in mud, was desperate and helpless, she suddenly felt that the surroundings became quiet.

The sound of    tearing the air and the silt slapping the swamp disappeared, only a steady stream of cold malice permeated from Anna's direction.

   Lying outside the quagmire, Qiao Qiao raised her head in a daze, and she couldn't understand what she saw.

  The savage vine-like silt arm stopped in the air, slowly retreating back into the quagmire.

  Jojo turned her head in surprise, the silt that Anna had torn apart and chopped off like a living thing, leaving it back in the quagmire like water droplets.

   More important than these, Lu Li will no longer fall down.

  Jojo tentatively loosened her gripped arms a little, just as she had guessed, Lu Li did not continue to be swallowed by the swamp.

  Why...because the mother of the swamp?

   Silence continued in the clearing, and as the last arm, the last piece of silt fell back into the silt, everything went back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

   Except for Lu Li, who is still deep in the quagmire.

   Silence remained for a few seconds before being broken by the wet mud that swelled in front of Lu Li.

  A pair of palms covered in mud stretched out from under the mud. The left hand was thick and the right hand was slender, like the hands of men and women.

   A clean, old dark green bracelet is held in a sturdy mud hand.

  The slender mud hand stretched out to Lu Li and gently stroked Lu Li's face.

  Everything fell silent with this scene.

   If there is no sadness in the open space.

   Looking at this scene, Anna silently restrained her breath, dropped her body, and listened to the gradually diminishing sound of the Sanity counter.

   She didn't let down her guard completely, and still gathered a part of her strength to hang in the sky above Lu Li—even though what happened before had already shown that this kind of behavior was useless, and would only make Anna let go before Lu Li was torn in half in pain.

  The slender mud hands rubbed Lu Li's face carefully. Except for the cold temperature, the muddy and dirty palms did not leave any stains.

  Only the Lu Li above the chest that was exposed to the mud began to slowly emerge, and the slender mud hands left Lu Li.

   Strangely, after Lu Li rose, there was no mud in the original submerged part, as if he just fell into the fallen leaves, not the dirty and rotten mud swamp.

   was also sent back to the ground with his psychic gun, the silt spit it out, and the sequence 1 blooming a rose was still clean and beautiful like a work of art, lingering with smoke.

   Lu Li stretched out his hand to pick up the psychic gun, and the thick mud hand approached Lu Li at this moment.

  Anna's expression tightened, but the thick clay hand was just close to Lu Li's arm, and put the bracelet back on Lu Li's wrist.

  The back of Luli's feet was covered with silt, and he was sent back to the shore like a baby in the mud. The thick and slender arms did not leave, standing quietly in the mud, like...

  Two old figures were watching.

  Lu Li raised his wrist slightly and looked down.

The    dark green bracelet was awkward and inappropriate on his wrist.

   After all, he's not the real owner of the bracelet, and neither is Fran.

  Lu Li took off the bracelet on his thick mud hand, squatted down, and put the old dark green bracelet on the wrist of his slender palm.

   is appropriate, it belongs to this hand.

  The slender mud hand paused, slowly sinking into the mud with the thick mud hand.

   The silt that engulfed both hands closed together and returned to its original camouflage color.

   In the dark, Lu Li suddenly felt that the surroundings were empty. He tentatively reached out and touched the swamp, where only the ooze that could be seen everywhere in the swamp was left.

  It, or they left.

   "It's over." Anna murmured.

  The breeze fell with the blood raining, and there was a quiet rustling around the clearing.

  Anna and Qiaoqiao fell into silence. In the silence, the two of them continued to move forward and entered the dead tree jungle.

  In the silence with only the sound of walking, negative emotions mixed with sadness, sadness, and melancholy emanated from Anna, lingering around them.

  Ana has long been so powerful that her emotions can affect her surroundings, like an elm forest.

   But before that, she was in control. Until Lu Li was in danger and she lost her mind, and she was saddened by "the drowning quagmire".

   Only Lu Li could hear, and the mother of the swamp, who had disappeared for a long time, whispered: [It...is not a good resident...why would I let you go...]

   "Because of feelings."

   Lu Li's voice made Anna look up.

  【Feeling...what is...】

   "The emotions that drive you to do anything, you can know from the servant's memory." Lu Li raised his hand to cover the wound on his abdomen. The tug of being stuck in the mud opened the wound a bit, but no blood seeped out of the bandage.

  【I know it...but can't understand...】

   "Shadowswamp is your territory. A group of uninvited guests broke into the enemy who called you and wanted to take your territory and kill you. You resisted it. This is called anger."

  The Swamp Mother is like a child with a thirst for knowledge, constantly whispering: [I have no anger...I just banish...kill them...]

   "You're angry, you just don't realize it."

  The Swamp Mother stopped talking, maybe thinking, maybe not agreeing with Lu Li's idea.

   "Blink."

  Lu Li stopped, tilted his head for a few seconds, then looked forward, followed the flickering shadowy people through the dense jungle, and continued: "You think it is the instinct of survival, and the instinct is a part of the emotion, and the emotion is also a part of the instinct."

  The Swamp Mother whispered slowly: [I have to think about it...]

   Sculpture no longer whispers.

   "What did it ask?" Anna's inquiry sounded beside her.

  Lu Li looked at the pair of eye-catching scarlet pupils in the darkness: "It can't understand what happened just now."

  Ana understands: "They think you are Fran..."

"Um."

  Lu Li nodded and looked forward.

  A thick banyan tree appeared in the line of sight, mixed in the forest of dead trees, which was eye-catching and difficult to notice in the dark environment.

   They were already close to the depths of the swamp.

   (end of this chapter)