Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 1435 Seventy-seven. Mountains

  The wind is raging, and the blizzard is attacking.

  A figure held a "squeaky" oil lamp and climbed **** the sloping snow slope.

  The biting ice and snow poured into the coat and scarf, cruelly plundering the few temperatures.

  The footsteps of the figure became slower and slower in the snow covered knees and even waists. Before exhaustion, he approached a protruding rock wall and hid in the depression under the rock to avoid the never-ending snowstorm on the Back of the World.

  The surrounding light snow pushes out of the typhoon shelter, the figure puts down the oil lamp, takes off the gloves, puts the red palm into the pocket, pinches the hoarfrost eyeballs and throws them to the feet.

   crunch—crunch—

  In the whimpering wind and snow, there was the sound of stepping on the snow, and a tall figure rushed under the rock wall.

  No need to speak, the businessman habitually raised a warm, bright fire to dispel the chill in the depression, then set up a hanging pot, filled the snow and hung it on the fire.

  Lu Li took out the hot water bottle in his arms, drank some water, and then threw it by the campfire to roast. .

  These heat sources, which are scalding hot at the beginning, will turn into deadly equipment that robs body temperature in less than two hours. But he couldn't do otherwise, unless he wanted to drink an ice cube or eat snow.

  Watching the crystal snow in the iron pan gradually melt, Lu Li's eyes fell on the businessman Anthony who hadn't left yet.

  It put down the backpack, took out some medicine from it and placed it by the fire.

   "Constant temperature medicine, maintain body temperature for 6~8 hours, the side effect is that you need to drink a lot of water. Some alienation medicines can evolve limbs or organs to be suitable for climbing and severe cold. A bottle of antidote."

   "The Alchemy Institute shouldn't waste time on me."

   It has been two weeks since the resolution of the swamp incident, and winter is approaching with late autumn. But no matter the underground city of Wiener or the land of light with light, they are not afraid of this winter—unless new disasters appear through the winter.

   Lu Li, who lost his cursed title in the swamp, was left with this body that was infinitely closer to human beings, but could resist pollution.

  Even though the two evil spirit chess pieces and accumulated knowledge made Lu Li not really weak like a human.

   and the entire Land of Light and merchants who arrive at any time as logistics.

   poof—

  Silent because of his thoughts, he was caught off guard, and was hit by a cloud of snow, sticking to his cold face.

  "Dean Chris said that if you say 'shouldn't be wasted on me', she will throw you with a snowball. She said that she doesn't want the greatest exorcist of mankind to end up freezing to death while climbing a mountain."

  Businessman Anthony answered Lu Li's stare calmly.

   "Thank her for me..." Lu Li wiped off the snow, and the icy water that was baked by the fire remained on his face, and the cold wind poured into the depression, blowing like ice skates, "But next time, don't really hit it."

  Businessman Anthony continued to read other people’s messages such as climbing snowy mountains in winter is not a good idea; why don’t you take me; is there any extra allowance for working in winter—

   "Why are you going out again?"

  The sun shines through the shade of Anne's tree, and wisps of hazy halo scattered around the tree house. The fair skin of the Mother of the Swamp shines like the sun.

   "I don't have much time." Lu Li looked up at the beautiful cheek of the Swamp Mother.

   "Because of the 'curse'?"

"Ok."

   Lu Li looked at the sparkling lake.

  A mottled wooden door that only he can see stands quietly on the lake.

   "It's waiting for me."

   "Hang on, we'll find a way to remove the curse..."

  Lu Li shook his head: "It's not a curse. Even if it is, it's a curse that cannot be touched by any known means."

  Ability gods, ancients, enemies from deep space, they are unaware and unaware.

  And the reality presented behind the door...

  Does it really matter if the world is real or not?

  Lu Li asked himself. How does he know that the reality after waking up is not another layer of illusion, not a more terrifying truth?

  Lu Li asked and answered by himself, it is not important at all.

  It doesn't matter to the mother of the swamp whether it is the macro world outside the sandbox or a more cruel and real world.

  Lu Li just longed for the answer in his heart.

  Only Remi supported him: "Don't the beholder worm also want you to seek answers? Follow the guidance of the soul, just like me and my brother who came out of the book..."

   "... Qiao Qiao asked, are you still on your way today?"

   Paying attention to the sound coming back to his ears and the whimpering of the blizzard, Lu Li shook his head and picked up a branch to shake the snow on the edge of the iron pot.

   "This is not a suitable camping place, I have to move on."

   Taking advantage of two or three hours before dark, Lu Li was going to go further up.

   After several days of trekking, he is not far from the summit.

  With the support from the Alchemy Academy, he should be able to climb to the summit tomorrow in a relatively healthy state. At least his toes showing signs of frostbite no longer threaten Lu Li's speed and life.

  Lu Li watched as the businessman Anthony walked out of the depression, walked past a door standing in the snow, and disappeared into the snow.

He untied his scarf, took off his fur boots, and took off his clothes to dry one after another. When the snow water melted and bubbles bubbled from the boil, Lu Li almost escaped from hypothermia. He took down the iron pot and waited for the boiling water to cool down. Put on dry and warm heavy clothes, put on hot water, and start again.

  The firelight behind him gradually faded away.

  Leave the camp, it may be useful when you return, or it may be completely buried by a snowfall.

  Lu Li drank the constant temperature potion, but he still couldn't climb to the summit before night fell.

  The good news is that it is not far away, but the bad news is that no typhoon shelter has been found.

  Lu Li stopped at the foot of a cape covered with thick snow, dug up the snowdrift, and made a snow cave under the snow. There was no way to live here, so he took the constant temperature medicine, drank some water, and asked the businessman Anthony to bring a bowl of heart-warming hot soup, wrapped his whole body in a sleeping bag, and fell into a deep sleep.

  Snowflakes are crystal clear in the light, dark in the gloom.

  In the blizzard that weakened in the early morning, the fully armed Lu Li drilled out of the snow cave, picked up the oil lamp filled with kerosene, and headed towards the blurred shadow above.

  As the morning approached, Lu Li climbed to the summit of the World's Back Mountain Range again after a short while.

  The wind and snow on the back of the mountain was swept into the sky by the cold current. Lu Li briefly stopped on the top of the mountain, raised his head, and saw the smoky chandelier and the lingering moths in the depths as if piercing through layers of snow.

   Soon, he resumed his journey and went to the open space in his memory.

  In the hard-to-find snowstorm, it is not easy to find the terrain that may have changed long ago, but Lu Li still remembers the cliff where he fell and the way back, as if a pair of footprints buried under the snow guided him forward.

   After a long time, a shadow climbed up the steep cliff from the slanting wind and snow.

   The open space that appeared in front of Lu Li had no manor, no white dress, only a lonely wooden door standing in the snowstorm.

   That is but a vain vision or hallucination of the dying.

  (end of this chapter)