Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 395 Three hundred ten. "Safe" basement

   "God, if you really exist, please come and save us..."

  Oliver knelt before the podium, closed his eyes and whispered softly.

  Dark red church with long carpet extending to the podium. The benches on both sides were spread out, and the empty seats seemed to be empty and overcrowded, watching this scene silently.

  Oliver scoured all known prayers and quietly opened his eyes.

  The clouds outside the broken window were as dark red as blood, and the circling shadows never disappeared.

   is really useless.

  Oliver got up laughing at himself, and began to move the benches on both sides to the back of the door to block it, together with the huge bat-like monster corpse that almost scared him to death just now.

   blocking the door, Oliver began to look for the entrance to the basement in the church. He didn't know where the entrance was, so he could only find it in a stupid way.

   Looking for the entrance to the basement Oliver didn't waste much time. Luckily, he found an oil lamp under the podium. There was not much kerosene left, but it was bright enough for a few hours. By the light of the oil lamp, Oliver found the metal doorknob on the wall to the left of the podium.

   A dark and dark entrance appeared in front of him, and there was no light below.

   Nobody in the basement?

   Oliver thought, just in case, he left a gap in the stone door that he could pass sideways. If there were monsters in the basement, he could escape back to the ground in time and close the stone door.

   Carrying the oil lamp, Oliver quietly walked down the long stone steps for him, slowly peeping from the corner of the wall.

   The basement appeared before him.

  The blood on the ground and the scattered clothes and luggage made Oliver feel a little uneasy. He stayed still and observed it silently for several minutes.

  The empty and quiet basement remains the same.

  Oliver boldly stepped out of the corner and entered the basement.

   The flames that suddenly flickered in the lampshade made Oliver hang in his heart, but fortunately, the flames regained stability in just an instant.

   Bookshelves, desks, shelves, cabinets, single beds, bloodstains, clothing, empty spaces, nothing weird in the basement.

   Unfortunately, there are no survivors.

   Those bloodstains have dried up, Oliver doesn't know where the bloodstains came from, and where the people here have gone, but now, he is temporarily safe.

   Oliver, carrying an oil lamp, scoured the basement for a while. Most of the luggage that was not taken away was clothes and dolls, as well as a strange human sculpture like a beetle. No food or water was found.

   But he found kerosene in the cupboard, enough for him to stay in the basement for a long time.

  As it quieted down, Oliver began to smell the sour smell on himself. It's nothing, he's been through something more filthy than that.

  Oliver picked out the clothes that fit the scattered clothes and changed them. He went back to the single bed and sat down. The not soft bed made Oliver groan subconsciously and relax all night.

   The suppressed exhaustion and sleepiness began to surge, Oliver's mind was still confused, he wanted to lie down and rest, but he felt as if he had forgotten something.

  Oliver is too tired, he only thinks that the oil lamp is full, there is nothing to worry about. Even if there were—he felt at the moment that death wouldn't stop him from sleeping.

   laboriously moved his legs to the bed, adjusted to a comfortable position, and soon fell asleep.

   The kerosene lamp by the bed glowed, and beyond was swallowed by darkness.

  A few hours later, Oliver woke up with a sour body.

The glow of the    kerosene lamp reassured him.

  There are no windows in the basement, maybe it's almost dawn outside.

  When will the rescue arrive?

   Will Jojo already know the news about Shadow Town?

   Oliver speculates wildly in the quiet basement.

  Call——

   Gradually, a faint shrill wind sounded in the basement.

  Oliver froze, searching suspiciously for the place where the wind came from - he finally identified it as the bookshelf.

  How can there be wind noise behind the bookshelf?

   Oliver couldn't understand, he put the oil lamp on the table cabinet by the entrance, approached the bookshelf, put his ear on it and listened.

  The whistling sound of the wind blowing through the gap became clear.

  Is there room behind the bookcase?

  Oliver thought to himself, he found that the bookshelf could be moved, vaguely guessing something, went around to the side and pushed the bookshelf.

  Sand——Sand——

  The bottom of the bookshelf made a harsh rubbing sound against the slate sandstone. Oliver, who was pushing the bookshelf, suddenly felt a cold breeze blowing from the gap between the bookshelf and the wall.

what exactly is it……

   As Oliver continued to push the bookshelf, a dark tunnel was revealed in front of him.

   A putrid smell like silt blew from the depths of the dark tunnel.

   Why is there still a tunnel?

  Oliver subconsciously wanted to step back and avoid the bottomless dark passage full of unknowns. But suddenly, a figure attacked from behind him and threw himself on Oliver's back.

   The terrified Oliver didn't have time to turn his head, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"what!"

   Oliver screamed and shook off the existence on his back, looked at the existence that attacked him in horror, and became stunned in an instant.

   It was a little boy.

   "Are you crazy, kid!"

   Oliver couldn't help cursing in anger, turned his head to look at his shoulder, and stabbed a bone fragment into his shoulder socket. The next moment, Oliver's anger was quenched by biting ice water.

  The little boy tore off his own skin in front of Oliver.

  The eyes of Oliver, whose hair was standing on end, were full of horror, and he didn't even want to rush into the dark passage that he had just discovered, where the cold wind was blowing.

   His figure was engulfed in darkness.

  …

The    bookshelf was pushed back to its original position, covering the dark passage leading to the Shadowswamp.

  The rancid cold wind and whistling sound from the swamp disappeared, and the basement returned to empty and quiet.

   "Maybe the townspeople hiding in the church went to the swamp..." Fran muttered, not wanting to let the flame of hope go out.

  Jojo finds the oil drum beside the wooden cabinet where the oil lamp is placed, fills the oil lamp with kerosene, and covers the lampshade.

  The flames swayed and gradually returned to stability.

   Putting down the oil drum, Qiaoqiao looked at Lu Li, who was walking around in the basement to observe.

   Luggage and clothing were scattered on the slate floor, many oil lamps were smashed on the ground, and kerosene flowed into the gaps of the slate, almost drying up.

   There are a lot of footprints on it, and they disappear when they extend to the entrance.

  The dried blood that can be seen everywhere is dark red, and the source is unknown. Because there were no kerosene bodies in the basement, and there were no suspected pieces of meat, it seemed that the scene had been cleaned up.

  The footprints in front of the bookshelf and the entrance have long been blown away by the unstoppable wind. It is difficult to tell whether these townspeople escaped back to the ground or ran into the dark passage. We can only guess from the pushed open bookshelf that someone escaped into the dark passage.

   Anyway, the townspeople who had hid in the basement of the church left in a hurry, as if something happened suddenly.

   And again they lost the clue.

  Unless Lu Li entered the Shadow Swamp through a dark passage.

"Take a break."

  Jojo said disappointedly, and sat down beside the oil lamp with her knees folded.

   Police station, cellar, church, this is the third time they are empty, and the continuous failure is dismembering Jojo's confidence.

   She raised her head, wondering what Lu Li was going to do at this time, but Lu Li just walked up the steps, closed the stone door at the entrance, and went back to the basement.

   (end of this chapter)