Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 709 Two hundred and eighty-six. This shot is called good night

  The campfire dimly illuminates the surroundings.

   Something is surging in the mist, and it seems to be brewing.

  Lu Li filled in the dry wood and splashed sparks.

   The wind on the wilderness blew through the edges of the rocks and crackled with the crackling of the campfire.

  The strange fog is full of danger.

  The people of the earth keep this in mind.

  The sound from the fog could not be concealed even when it was silent.

  From a distance, the melodious sound of the ship whistle echoed. Unrecognizable, two voices whispering to each other. The top of the head crossed, and the strange sound was similar to the low roar of a jackal.

   The subtle footsteps came from far to near in the fog. Lu Li thought it would just pass like other noises in the weird fog, but it was getting closer.

   A pair of dirty feet appeared on the bright edge of the campfire.

   Lu Li watched quietly.

The owner of the   foot didn't come closer, and it sat down on the edge, revealing a pair of thin arms again.

  More torso is shrouded in darkness and fog, making it difficult to see.

   Perhaps Darkness has no other torso, because its outlines are misty and illusory.

  Whoa——

  The slender palm shaped like a withered claw swiped across the ground, picked up a pile of gravel and sand, and sent it into the darkness that seemed to be the position of the head.

   Eerie chewing sounds came from the fog.

   A few seconds later, the withered claw slid across the ground again and sent it into his mouth.

   Gulu Gulu——

   A can of canned campfires rolled past and into a ravine carved out by Dry Claws.

   Interaction with the mist is strictly prohibited in the Exorcist Manual. Fog represents the unknown, and the unknown represents danger.

   Withered claws emerged from the darkness, and two knuckles pinched the can and sent it into the darkness.

   The sour metal deformation sound came out of the fog, and lasted for a while, the withered claw emerged, spread out in front of the ravine, waiting for something.

   Gulu Gulu——

   Lu Li sent another can of canned food.

   After more than ten seconds, the withered claws spread out.

  Lu Li sent the cans one after another until the last one rolled in front of him in the fog.

  It picked it up, but didn't eat it any more. The other withered claw held something in the gully, got up and retreated into the fog.

  The surging mist fills the eerie void, and calm is restored before the campfire.

  Lu Li picked up the branch next to him that he used to start the campfire, and moved the things left in the fog to him.

   It was a matte stone that was not bright even under the firelight. It was a circle larger than a fingernail and had irregular polygons. Both delicate and rough, like a coin.

  Lu Li pocketed it to add firewood to the campfire.

  The night was getting darker.

   ding bell ding bell-

The    wind bell rang at a certain moment, which originated from the evil spirit broadcast in Lu Li's arms.

   In the crisp and sweet bell, a shadow of a strange claw stretched out of the darkness, grabbing along the ground to the campfire.

  Lu Li picked up a stone and hit the shadow of the thief fire. As if frightened, it retreated into the darkness and never reappeared.

   Prepared to rest, Lu Li lit the spare light source oil lamp, and added wet wood for the campfire to burn for a long time. He leaned against the warm rock and closed his eyes to rest.

  …

  In the early morning, Lu Li was awakened by the sound of the bell broadcast by the evil spirit.

  The strange fog faded, and the fire that was about to be extinguished rose.

   Lu Li did not disappear into the long night.

   Stepping on the campfire and turning off the oil lamp, Lu Li put on his cloak and continued on his way in the cold morning.

   The interval of silence is shortening at a rate visible to the naked eye.

  In the evening, Lu Li rested in an abandoned village 70 miles away from the oasis and spent the night.

   Every few hours, a moment of silence enveloped him.

   Because of the straw doll, Lu Li was not affected.

  50 miles, 30 miles, 10 miles.

   The bells in the Wraith Broadcast become frequent and dense at this distance.

  Beside the river, the cloaked Lu Li stood on the mound, looking at the wilderness full of pitch-black holes in the distance, and could vaguely see the outline of the oasis at the end.

  The moment of silence is there.

  Lu Li raised a campfire by the river and ate his last food.

   After covering the campfire with the broken planks he picked up from the shore, he left the river and headed towards the oasis.

  The sound of the river gradually faded away, and dullness became the main theme of this land.

   Lead-grey dark clouds covered the sky, and even the wind dared not whisper, silence and depression pervaded the devastated land.

   Lu Li could only hear his own footsteps, as if he had been deprived of this world.

   These presented images create a bizarre "epic feel".

   is like the last verse in a novel: the ending.

  A huge pitch-black hole stretches across the front, and an abyss-like aura oozes out from the bottomless darkness.

   The oasis in the distance can no longer be seen without looking carefully.

  Lu Li bypassed the abyss, but when he reached the other side, a silhouette blocked his way.

   "This is the end place I picked for you."

   Hoarseness, transposition, sounds unrelated to beauty sounded. The girl's corpse, which had already cooled down, raised its stiff head, resembling Anna, and her eyes melted terribly into turbidity.

  Anna blocked Lu Li after all.

   "Do you like it?" Anna asked.

   This body did not melt again, as if it was possessed by a corpse.

"Not at all."

  Lu Li pulled out his psychic gun, lowered his arms, and stared at the corpse not far away. Calm eyes seem to carry sadness, and it seems to be just an illusion.

   "Why?" Anna tilted her head slightly and asked in confusion.

  The words and actions presented on the corpse become terrifyingly eerie.

   "Can the conversation wait until I solve the Third Calamity."

   Lu Li, who had his back against the abyss, looked past Anna and fell behind her. At the time of silence, the oasis where the body was located was a few miles away.

   He even seemed to see the silhouette hanging under the tree, motionless in the silence.

   "All your thoughts are not yours, this is the ritual of the séance rope manipulating your consciousness!"

  Lu Li was noncommittal: "Just like you."

   "I know what I'm doing..." Anna shook her head gently, and the cyan neck was piled with disgusting folds like pigskin. "Lu Li...Humans are as fragile as sand sculptures, even the sea breeze can destroy their world..."

   "So...I'll help you become a ghost, and then..."

  Anna stretched out her palm and held something in the air. Those disgusting pupils that were covered with turbid flocs seemed to be staring at Lu Li affectionately.

   "We will always be together."

The    breeze was rising around her, the dust clinging to it, revealing the outline of the invisible spear.

   Lu Li's response was to step back and raise his psychic gun.

  The three roses on the silver-plated gun were still flower buds, but there seemed to be a voice in Lu Li's ear, whispering softly: This gun can kill Anna.

  The only thing that can fight against weirdness is weirdness. Of course, the rope of seance can hurt Maiden's Shadow.

   Time to end this...

   Lu Li thought.

   His eyes became gentle, not changed by Anna's ugly appearance, and he said softly like a dream:

"Good night."

  !

  The smoke of gunpowder rose, and the deafening gunshots echoed in the wilderness.

  Lu Li pulled the trigger, and Anna threw the spear.

The    spear pierced Lu Li's chest, the bullet kissed Anna's cheek and flew to the oasis.

  Looking back, Lu Li fell into the abyss.

   (end of this chapter)