Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1163 One hundred one. The land of light

   Old Belfast is no longer forbidden.

   But there are still weirdness scattered in the ruins of the city that have not been cleaned up. Most of them are weak and weird, and there are many weird tribes or weird leaders. So the decree against leaving the camp at will is still in effect.

   But in any case, it will not be too far from the day when residents walk the streets and look out on the coast.

   Become an ally, Count Dracula's bat monsters join the camp, and the benefits of mastering the air are presented here: When clearing unknown neighborhoods, Twisted Cultists know where the weirdness exists and where to flee.

As a result, the number of monsters transported to the slaughterhouse has greatly increased. Most of the harvested corpses are used as fertilizer by the Swamp Mother, and a few are distributed to the bat monsters. They eat a lot, and they can even be unable to fly for three or four hours after eating - Silent Hill The queue seen before was almost all of them: sixteen adult bat monsters and one cub.

   In the evening, at the banquet held in the courtyard of the Mother of the Swamp, all allies gathered at the round table.

"Your Highness, Princess, time has not erased your beauty." Knowing the identity of the mother of the swamp, Count Dracula in the oil painting saluted him gracefully, and then talked eloquently about how he bewitched Silent Hill: "They are not very smart. I just lied to them that I was the originator of vampires and they believed that they were vampires, and they didn't even think about why they didn't drink blood."

   "Why are you there?" Lu Li asked.

   "You mean what happened after I was sold by you? That's a long story...please wait, I need a glass of wine."

   The maid holding the red wine bottle filled the wine glass and pushed it in front of Count Dracula's painting.

"It's not like this."

  Count Dracula waved his hand, his figure disappeared on the edge of the picture frame, and then there was the sound of "boo" pulling the cork and "gurgling" flowing wine.

   Dracula, holding the swaying wine glass, returned to the frame and spoke slowly.

  It is undoubtedly better at telling stories than Lu Li, and the experience told is magnificent, but it is just an ordinary story of being bought by the investigator to store the base, then the base is stolen, it was stolen, and it fell into the silent hill after being removed.

   "Who would enter the investigator base to steal?" asked the Swamp Mother.

   "I don't know either, I was locked in a box and covered with a veil. But that was the last time of the old days as you say, chaos is normal."

   As for being sold by Lu Li, Dracula doesn't seem to have any resentment.

   But the topic reminded Lu Li, and asked the Twisted Cultists to clear the investigator base and the Night Watch organization tomorrow.

   There should be some useful information items left there.

When the    dinner was coming to an end, they talked about Count Dracula's arrangements. Treat Dracula as an ally by owning a mansion at camp, or returning to Silent Hill. But it didn't want to go back to that cold, damp place at all.

   "See where I faded? The damage to the oil painting is too great!" Dracula complained about the harshness of Silent Hill: "You can hang me on the hall stairs."

   "I don't want Lu Li to misunderstand." The Swamp Mother rejected it.

  Count Dracula wandered between Lu Li and the mother of the swamp in amazement, raising his glass in admiration to gesture to Lu Li.

   In the end, it was arranged in a detached house adjacent to the church, because Count Dracula was just a painting, and even moving needed help from others, two maids were sent to take care of Count Dracula and clean up the house.

  Lu Li left the courtyard and walked towards the Onyx Lake under the stars.

  The brightly lit square in the distance is also having a dinner party. Residents grabbed roast meat and ale and reveled in revelry, with fireworks, scents and laughter drifting from afar.

   "Do you think Dracula is credible?" The voice of the Swamp Mother resounded in her mind.

"I have no idea."

   Count Dracula did not attack the camp, and that accident proved to be a misunderstanding.

   But seeing old acquaintances is always a joy.

   Lu Li would do this, and so would Dracula.

  The first night of the Onyx Lake camp turned into a place of hope was spent in a carnival.

   A mild breeze blew into the hut along the closed windows.

   Lu Li woke up slowly.

  Opened the curtains, and the still-dazzling sunlight slanted into the wooden house and fell on the desk.

  The shadows of the square in the distance shook, and the residents were cleaning up the mess left by last night.

  The crown of thorns, which was warm in the sun, stretched its branches like a lazy waist, and climbed up to the top of Lu Li's head. Before long, the Swamp Mother appeared on the other side of the lake.

  The Mother of the Swamp accompanied Lu Li away from the island in the center of the lake, and first came to Dracula's mansion - the building that sounds like a castle is just a single-family mansion. But Dracula loves it here.

   When they came, Dracula was instructing the maid to hang it on the wall facing the stairs.

   The falling ash photo frame placed next to it indicates that it was hanging there before.

"It's a little crooked, the left side is raised...the right side is raised...well, it's perfect!" Count Dracula paid attention to Lu Li and the mother of the swamp returning to the living room from the angle of the picture frame: "What does it look like now? Sample?"

"very suitable."

  Count Dracula drove the two maids to clean the room and said, "I like it here, although it's a bit shabby. But the space is empty, and I need some residents to talk to me."

  The maid saluted Lu Li and the Swamp Mother, picked up the duster and broom and started cleaning the living room.

"Can."

   Promised Count Dracula, Lu Li left the dusty mansion and went to the lakeside mansion to tell the former knight team about Count Dracula.

   "Do you want us to live there?" Michael asked in a wet voice, "But we don't know how to get along with that Count Dracula."

   They are the residents chosen by Lu Li for Count Dracula. It's weird, it pollutes sanity, and the human inhabitants can't get too close to it.

   "It talks a lot."

  Dracula needs to nagging to kill the loneliness of more than 20 years, and he has done it these two days.

  Michael accepted the arrangement and went to Dracula's mansion with his team.

When    went to the slaughterhouse to harvest humanity, Lu Li encountered a bat monster that was dying and fell from the air. They are not as sharp and mighty as the soaring goshawks: hideous and hideous as gargoyles with their hideous heads.

  The Swamp Mother is rated as inferior to her former servant Night Demon, but also has obvious advantages - size.

  The body of the bat monster is enough to support two human beings to sit on it, maybe one day in the future, there will be a bat rider riding them.

   Leaving the slaughterhouse, Lu Li and the Swamp Mother walked on the newly cultivated farmland.

  Annie stretched out behind the phantom, and the young shoots drilled the soil around.

   "You're leaving right?"

  What the Swamp Mother felt.

   "I have a contract with the Devil's Daughter. I want to find Anna's whereabouts before I go to **** for the appointment." Lu Li said.

   For a long time to come, the Land of Hope will remain the status quo and slowly change: residents gather at the Onyx Lake camp, the port, the industrial area, and Old Belfast gradually becomes a garden until the day when real control comes.

   He is not needed here.

   (end of this chapter)