Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 301 Two hundred and sixteen. Eternal Dreamers

  The carriage was sent back to the same company's carriage shop in Belfast, and the outside brightness finally did not need to be illuminated by oil lamps.

   Unless you're looking for something that fell on the ground.

Passing by the market on the way back, the swarming crowd brought a hint of prosperity in the deserted rainy day, but most people had a strong sense of loss on their faces - the price of food began to rise rapidly, and the money that could buy 10 pounds of flour three days ago is today. Can't even buy 6 lbs.

   A small number of people are negotiating with sellers, and those who directly make up their minds to buy only account for the least part.

  If the municipal government no longer takes action, prices will continue to rise.

   Fortunately, Belfast is close to the sea, and there is really no food to go to the bay to fish. Although it is difficult to eat enough, he can barely let himself starve to death.

  Belfast is shrouded in rain, with poor visibility and no bay to be seen. I think there are already many poor people who brave the heavy rain to search for food by the sea and take small wooden boats to fish on the sea.

   After spending 1.5 times more expensive than usual at the market to buy the ingredients for the past few days, Lu Li went to the grocery store and bought two boxes of canned beef with the more than 2,000 shillings he had with him before going out.

   The boss promised to give Lu Li a discount last time. This discount is 5% off, in exchange for Lu Li to buy food at the same price as last time.

  Under the amazed gazes of the owner and shop assistants, Lu Li easily "pick up" two 40-pound boxes of canned food and left the grocery store.

   The person who actually carried them was Anna, and Lu Li was just doing it for a moment.

   Bringing two boxes of cans, he returned to the long house where the smell of damp wood was permeated. In the dark, a gaunt man leaned against the wall. Lu Li missed him and returned to the detective agency.

  Anna wore an apron and went to the kitchen to prepare her favorite dishes. Lu Li picked up the three newspapers under the door, put them on the desk, took off his black coat, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to wash.

   After a while, Lu Li walked out of the kitchen and went straight to the desk.

   knock knock --

   The door of the room suddenly rang, and Lu Li turned to the door.

   Standing outside the door was a woman who had met Lu Li several times—she lived across from Lu Li.

   She told Lu Li that a man in a hurry was looking for him this morning. He seemed very anxious, and he had been waiting at the door since he knew he was not there.

  Lu Li thought of the gaunt man in the corridor at the door.

After    thank you, Lu Li planned to visit him, but the warmhearted woman brought the man over.

  He has been waiting here for a long time.

   The oil lamp in his hand said it all.

   motioned for the man to come in, Lu Li closed the door, went around the desk and sat down.

The man came without the rain, and he was soaked all over. Even after staying in the corridor for a long time, his clothes were not allowed to dry. He had brown hair on his forehead, and occasionally a few drops of rain fell from him. The pant legs are dripping.

   He didn't seem to care at all, his head was slightly lowered, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, his pale lips were slightly parted, and he asked Lu Li with a slight trembling, "Are you an exorcist..."

"Yes."

   "I have something I want to entrust..."

  Lu Li hasn't accepted the commission for a long time. It is one aspect that the reward of tens or even hundreds of shillings is too small, and the other is that the time wasted too much.

   So Lu Li asked directly, "What's the commission fee you can pay for this."

   The man raised his head sharply, revealing bloodshot scarlet pupils: "I can give you whatever you want!"

   "Be specific."

   "In cash...about five or six hundred shillings!"

   Not much, not too little.

  Lu Li intends to listen to him talk about the specific situation. If it doesn't take too much time, he will accept this commission.

   "Tell me what happened to you."

The    wooden chair was placed beside him, but the man did not intend to sit down, he was slightly hunched, his body trembling from the cold. He even forgot to tell Lu Li his name, and started to tell it slowly.

   That happened a few years ago...or a few days ago.

   After the night, he fell asleep, and he told Lu Li that it was an unusually real dream, but did not tell Lu Li the specific content of the dream.

   On the second day, his dream was also very real, and slightly different from the last time, this time, his dream lasted a whole day.

   But when he woke up, it was no different from the usual waking hours.

  The long dream didn't affect his reality.

   The man at this time hadn't discovered the problem, and was still working and resting as usual.

   Until the dream of the third night.

  This time, he spent a whole week in his dream. When he opened his eyes, the real world only spent one night.

   He began to realize that this was not normal, and the longer and longer dreams began to affect his life, he tried to reduce the rest time, or not to rest, but to no avail.

   Two days later, he couldn't hold it any longer, and he took a nap for a while. This moment was nearly a month's time—dream time.

   In reality, he only slept for a few hours, and even had some headaches because the rest time was too short. But in the dream, he lived for nearly a month.

  The long dream made him forget many things that just happened in reality, such as it was difficult for him to recall what he ate yesterday and what he said to his colleagues.

   Even at work, he was scolded a lot for being unfamiliar.

   After all, for him, what happened yesterday was a month ago.

   He became frightened, frantically prevented himself from sleeping, and went to contact a doctor for treatment.

   He was worried that the next dream would be in years.

   But while going to the clinic and waiting for the doctor, he accidentally dozed off.

   This time, it was two years.

The long time has wiped out most of his unforgettable memories, and everything here is what happened two years ago to him - he didn't even remember being there until he smelled disinfectant in his nose, and The nurse in a white dress walked up to him and told him that it was his turn to see the doctor.

   He then remembered that he was going to be treated.

   His eyes were red and he couldn't wait to rush into the doctor's office to tell him about his symptoms.

   At this point, the man's tone was full of despair: "The doctor told me that this is not a disease, and let me go to the exorcist."

   Lu Li did not speak. The medical level here is limited, understandably.

   "Have you contacted a psychiatrist?" Lu Li asked.

   The man roared with red eyes: "I'm not mentally ill!"

  It's a terrible thing for the world to be mentally ill - it means they lose their most basic human rights, are put in mental institutions that are the equivalent of prisons, and receive poor daily treatment: such as forced internment and routine corporal punishment.

   "Mental illness and psychological problems are not—"

   Lu Li's words stopped abruptly.

   He realized that truth is never preached to work. Even before, there were countless educated people who rejected psychiatrists, equating mental illness with mental illness, not to mention here.

   explanation doesn't make any sense.

   (end of this chapter)