Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 1418 Sixty. Liberation

  Lu Li, or human beings, has a long history with the time of silence.

  In order to wipe out the future of mankind, it was still the time of silence, and the three organizations that were at the end of their strength launched an expedition to the time of silence—and then almost completely disappeared there.

  The few remaining exorcists took over the responsibility and came one after another, and finally Lu Li hurt Silent Time.

  Although it thus "transformed" into a moment of silence, it also gave humans a chance to breathe.

  Lu Li paid a heavy price for this.

   Lost for twenty-four years, lost love.

   "Was it all worth it?"

   There seems to be a voice asking Lu Li: There is hope in the world, but you have lost everything.

  The whimpering cold wind in the field blows across the scarred land, and the silhouette hanging under the dead tree seems to be swaying with the wind.

  Lu Li didn't approach the silence like he approached the Shadow of Fire. Its body has been exposed for a long time, but there is a reason why it is still hanging in place.

  Open the silver box stained with the breath of hell, and the viscous and flowing soul will turn into pure humanity with the touch of the left hand.

  As the body is filled with humanity, the weird and crazy atmosphere that brings the living beings closer gradually spreads.

  The first monstrous, filthy and rotten monster crawled out of the abyss due to firewood, and lay low in the deep soil close to the festering skin, quietly approaching the silhouette standing on the plain—and then passed by.

  The illusory dream leads Weird to the distant village. When it was a few hundred meters away from the dwarf tree with the dead body hanging, a cluster of soil under its feet was lifted, and the weirdness disappeared in an instant as if it never existed.

   The second weirdo, attracted by humanity, crawls out. Lu Li captured it directly in front of him, and the slingshot that appeared on the rack shot towards the silent hour again.

  The weird waving of limbs across the arc, turned into a gust of wind tens of meters away in silence, blowing the treetops, and the corpse under the hemp rope swayed slightly.

  Lu Li raised his eyes, a shadow emerged from the depths of the clouds, and a meteorite covering the entire village fell from the sky.

  The terrifying meteorite posed a threat in the quiet time. Before it landed, it had completely melted away, leaving only the bitter wind to lift the soil on the surface, forming sand and dust that obscured the view.

   At this moment, Lu Li held his breath, no heart was beating in his chest, he took off his fluttering cloak, and disappeared in place.

  Run-down villages scattered around.

  Lu Li appeared on the other side of the dead tree, and the dilapidated house stood between him and the silent hour.

   After a moment of silence, Lu Li disappeared again and appeared under the dead tree without any cover.

  The mummy with a pitchfork nailed to its chest swayed gently in front of it. In the silence, Lu Li raised his left hand to touch the silence.

  An avalanche of terrifying oppression suddenly submerged Lu Li, but a childish pig snort suddenly shattered the surrounding confinement. At the same time, half of Lu Li's nearly annihilated palm touched the body.

  …

   "Hush..."

  The dark hut was crowded with villagers, and the middle-aged man who blew out the oil lamp raised his finger, looked around Lu Li and the others to silence.

  Outside the cloudy and dusty window, a foul ghoul crawled slowly.

  The hidden residents were not discovered by it, and it gradually moved away, and when it almost left the village, a dirty piglet crawled out of the sewage ditch, whining.

   "Pig-Pig!"

  A thin boy shouted in surprise, but his mouth was covered by the villagers next to him.

   The ghoul didn't hear the movement in the house, and chased the screaming piglet out of the village.

  The villagers were relieved, and the little boy who was let go rushed out of the cabin, chasing the opposite direction where the ghoul and his piggies left.

   Soon, the boy came back with his body covered in mud, holding a piglet with clear eyes. The villagers are out of the nightmare, the boy finds the piglet, and everything is fine.

   Until the ghouls make a comeback.

  The boy holding the piglet and the villagers hid in the house again, keeping quiet.

   "Hush..."

Lu Li stared at the young pig being picked up by the boy, and remembered the pig humming he heard earlier... The memory went back to twenty-five years ago - the death of the pig king in captivity: The pig king who was only a young pig got lost in the dangerous swamp , only one line of immature footprints stretches into the distance.

"Humph…"

   Suddenly, a clear pig snort sounded amidst the suppressed breathing.

   "Hush..."

  Heavy and nervous silence came.

   But it was too late, the ghouls found them.

   The ghoul's claws tore through the paper-like wooden door, causing chaos and blood to splatter.

  In the end, the men killed the ghouls with crude tools, at the cost of three villagers being killed, and seven or eight villagers infected with the terrible plague...

   "You killed them!"

   Anger and hatred flocked to the boy. Among those killed by the ghouls were fathers, wives, elders, and heirs, but there was no instigator.

  The village chief squeezed the crowd away with a cane, and stared at the frightened boy with hatred: "The **** is angry, we need to appease his anger..."

   "Kill him! Kill him!"

  Amidst the excited yelling of the crowd, a hemp rope suddenly caught the young pig. The shrill scream made the boy rush to save it, and the hemp rope turned into a wrap around his neck.

   "Pig... run... run..."

  The fallen piglets fled in panic, fleeing in confusion.

"kill him!"

The hemp rope that strangled the boy's neck dragged him out of the village. A scream of hatred suddenly sounded. A villager grabbed a pitchfork and stabbed the boy like a charging knight, piercing his chest and breaking the grass. cross.

  The villagers took the death of their loved ones out on the homeless little boy.

   "Why didn't you die...why didn't you shut up!" The resentful woman rushed forward, inserted a sharp iron piece into the boy's mouth and stirred it.

   "Give me back my child!" The villager who lost his child dragged the boy, convulsed in pain, to the top of a tree.

  The boy struggled weakly a few times, his head dropped, and gradually became still.

   Except for the boy who was hanged under the dead tree by all the villagers, the village seems to be peaceful again...

  The shuddering throbbing clearly transmitted to Lu Li's mind in the retrospective of death.

  The dripping blood was silent, the cooking smoke rose straight up, the wind stopped blowing, and the flame stagnated.

  The villagers carrying firewood stepped on the dead branches, and the firewood and axes they carried fell down. The boy standing in the mud proudly held up the toad to the girl, and the falling toad fell back into the mud and disappeared with the scream of the **** the bank. The woman beside the bed who was softly coaxing the child disappeared, and the cries of the child who lost her care stopped abruptly. The soundly sleeping burly man babbled in his dreams, and the puffed up bedding became shriveled.

   All the time, villagers in this village disappeared until silence completely enveloped the place.

  The boy hanging under the withered bush hangs quietly. Under the dirty feet, a grunting young pig approached, bowing its head against the muddy blood-colored wet mud.

  The drooping feet gradually fell into the wet mud, and a pair of thin and pale hands hugged it.

  The bruised boy, covered in mud and holding the dirty piglet, left stretching tracks that disappeared into the gloom.

  Lu Li opened his black eyes.

  The dead body hanging under the dead tree was scattered in the breeze.

  The sound of the wind returned to this silent place.

  (end of this chapter)