Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1132 Seventy. The beginning of the recapture of the land of light

   There is no envelope, only a signed letter was sent to Lu Li through the merchant.

  Lu Li is obviously not the real recipient. This is a resident named Arentt who entrusted the businessman Anthony to send the letter to the Wiener Underground City.

   "You should stop this letter from being sent, it will spoil the beauty of the Land of Light." The Crown of Thorns whispered.

   "Erasing the good is not a letter, but the facts described in the letter." Lu Li asked Anthony, the businessman who blocked the sunlight in front of the door: "Are there many residents who want to communicate with the Wiener Underground City?"

"This is the first one."

  Lu Li realized that he had asked the wrong person, and asked Anthony, the businessman, to call to write the laws of the Onyx Lake camp and then temporarily transferred to Valendo, where the residents were managed.

   "Hello Mr. Valendo!"

   "Hello Prius."

  Valendo smiled and said hello to Purseus, who was chasing and playing on the lawn in front of the door. He walked into the wooded cabin and was slightly startled when he saw the desk and luggage that he had packed.

   "This is... are you ready to travel far?"

   "I will move away from the island in the heart of the lake, and this will become the temple of the Twisted Shadow." Lu Li handed the letter to Valendo and entered the topic: "Want to take refuge with Wiener... Are there many residents in the dungeon?"

  Valendo took the letter and replied to Lu Li while reading: "The residents do often talk about their friends in Wiener... Well, I guess this is the first person to send the letter?"

"Um."

  The letter writer named Alant even paid the merchant the entire fortune of 53 shillings as a reward.

   "What are you going to do?" Valentor thought that the exorcist should have made up his mind.

   "Allow letters from camps and dungeons."

   "Are you sure? That might reveal some of the status quo of the camp..." Valendo frowned, although the world couldn't find a better gathering place than here, people outside might be disappointed in the land of light because of some truth.

"Um."

  Because it is difficult to expand the Agate Lake camp - it is foreseeable that all allies who can migrate will move in, and the figure will be twisted into a god. The strength of the camp will not be enhanced for a long time in the future, and there is no need to hide.

  If the old sewers are weird and want to invade, it won't make much difference between soon and long.

   "Leave it to me." After thinking about it, it's not difficult to do, as long as a mailbox is set up to inform all residents, Valendo will undertake this task: "Are you going to charge for free or charge?"

   "Temporarily free."

Because the Agate Lake camp is evenly distributed in a planned economy, the residents will not get paid for their labor, and everyone will be treated equally. Although this equal distribution has drawbacks, such as the unequal pay of those who cheat and cheat and those who work hard, but in the light of day The land will not appear - where else can they go without the land of light?

   And the residents feel too relaxed about one day off a week and afternoon study.

"OK."

   Saying goodbye to Lu Li, saying goodbye to Physius, Valendo returned to the residential area, looking for a carpenter to make a letterbox, and prepared to inform all residents at lunch time later.

   "How is the twisted figure prepared?" Lu Li asked the mother of the swamp.

   He and his five hundred followers dived into Onyx Lake yesterday evening, and then no news came out.

   "Ferrolina has picked a suitable location and is ready to build a temple under the lake..." After a brief silence, the Swamp Mother added: "Ferrolina is here, let him tell you."

  Lu Li looked out the window, and the lake surface swept by the gentle breeze had strange waves. The ugly silhouettes that should not have been exposed in the sun stepped out of the lake, and the gods who surrounded them landed on the island in the center of the lake.

  The Twisted Cultists stayed in the shoal, and the twisted figure approached the hut along the path.

   Lying on the lawn, squinting and basking in the sun, Perseus got up and wagged his two tails in greeting: "Good morning, Miss Ferrolina."

"……morning."

  The Twisted Shadow paused for a while, he was not used to greetings, nor was he used to being called by name.

   Entering the hut, he looked at Lu Li and the mother of the swamp: "The temple at the bottom of the lake needs stone materials for the residents to polish."

  Stone is the most indispensable resource in the camp. The excavation of the refuge area brings a large amount of stone, so that many low-quality and general stones are swallowed by worms.

   However, twisting the figure requires a polished and flat stone, which is a little time-consuming, but only slightly.

  More than 580 inhabitants will not be long enough to meet the needs of the temple at the bottom of the lake.

  Unfortunately, Twisted Cultists are not good at this, their tentacles are more suitable for winding rather than grasping, otherwise a thousand Twisted Cultists will make it faster. So are worms. It shatters rocks like dry mud but doesn't turn them into cubes, cuboids.

   There was still some time before noon, and Lu Li was going to call businessman Anthony to let him inform the residents. At this time, Pusius stuck his head into the wooden house: "Mr. Lu Li, let me do it!"

   "Don't tell the residents first, tell the craftsmen to distort the drawings of the church to design the temple."

"Um!"

   Excited that he had something to do, Purseus ran up the wooden bridge and quickly came to the residential area.

   "Mr. Lu Li asked all the craftsmen to distort the church—"

   A little guy with a human face ran and shouted among the shacks, attracting the attention of the residents.

   Of course they knew it, the exorcist's comrade Prius.

  Squeak-

   The door of the room opened, and a little boy was clinging to the door. Seeing Purseus running over, he asked timidly, "Can I touch you?"

   "Of course, but it's faster, I have to go to the construction site!" Purseus took the initiative to run to the boy's feet, turned around and pouted his butt.

  Purse's hair almost covered the scales at the base of his tail, and it seemed strange that there were only two tails, one hairy and the other bald.

  The little boy happily squatted down and touched the back of Purseus. The fluffy and dry hand felt softer and warmer than his father's hair.

   "I'm going to be busy, bye!"

The   comfortable hair disappeared from the palm of his hand, and the little boy reluctantly watched Pusius run away.

   shouted and left the residential area, and Purseus broke into the logging field, the construction site, and where everyone was, and then ran back to the island in the middle of the lake from the bridge reflected on the lake.

   "Hu...hu...Mr. Lu Li...I told them!"

  Puseus stuck his tongue out and gasped.

"thanks."

   "You're welcome!" Pusius turned his head to look for something: "Has Miss Filorina gone back to church?"

"Um."

   "Call me if you need my help!"

  Wagging his tail excitedly, Purse returned to the lawn and rested paralyzed.

   "You really want to leave Onyx Lake to Him?" The Swamp Mother resumed the topic.

   "The luggage has been packed." Lu Li said.

   A half-full suitcase filled with clothes is placed on the single bed.

   "Where are you going?"

   “There are a lot of vacant houses.”

  The island in the heart of the lake is indeed safer than other places in the camp, but the outside is similar, leaving aside the psychological comfort brought by the crowd, living in a shack is no different from living in a single-family house.

   At least for the weirdness that can break through the banyan guards and twisted cultists.

   Even to a certain extent, the shacks that live in hundreds of people are more attractive to it than the single-family houses scattered on the shore of Onyx Lake.

   (end of this chapter)