Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 668 Two hundred and forty-five. The last letter

  Anna said that after entering Shymfast, she had to restrain her breath and strength, and she couldn't carry Celica Dallaire on her back, so Lu Li had to carry it away.

   Lu Li did not refuse, took out the investigator badge and pinned it to his coat, and walked to Celica Dallaire.

"Thank you……"

   Celica Dallaire whispered and climbed up Lu Li's back.

  It may be a wet and cold morning, and the body behind him begins to tremble slightly again.

   Celica Dallaire was underweight, perhaps less than 80 pounds, due to chronic hunger. Walking behind her for a mile didn't even make Lu Li's breathing quicker.

The sparse and deserted team lined up in front of the wooden gate. The clothes of the three Lu Li quickly caught the guard's attention: a man with black hair and black eyes full of mystery, a woman with a sunken jaw and a strange gauze wrapped around it, and a shawl. A figure with a cloaked face hidden in the shadows.

   The guard with the perception alarm clock came towards them, perhaps arriving in the city, and Celica Dallaire behind her no longer trembled.

The    guard stared at the alarm clock, which reassured him a little. The three strange guys did not cause a change in the perception of the alarm clock.

   However, when registering for the city, the captain of the guard found and recognized Lu Li's investigator badge. After confirming his identity, he asked if he needed to contact the Exorcist United Organization.

  Lu Liwan refused the captain of the guard and walked into Shymfast through the wooden wall gate.

   The bustling crowd on the street made Celica Dallaire behind her tremble again. The last time I came, the scaffolding that could be seen everywhere had been removed and replaced by ugly and crude wooden houses interspersed with neat and beautiful buildings.

  Simfast, which is crowded with millions of people, has become busier than ever, but it is difficult to see the shadows of horse-drawn carriages and steam cars.

   They are now a scarce resource, especially after the incident of "starved people attacking noble carriages and horses going out".

   Walking out of the outer block, many residents gathered at the spacious intersection.

   "Every child born is the expectation of the gods."

  The gathered young couples followed the priest and chanted in unison.

   Walking past the crowd, Lu Li walked into a clinic on the street.

   The clinic has a faint smell of disinfectant, and there are no patients. Poor people usually don't have the luxury of going to a doctor, and rich people don't choose roadside clinics. Therefore, the middle-aged doctor was very enthusiastic about the arrival of Lu Li and others, and reached out to help Celica Dallaire to sit down.

   Perhaps because of the injury to her lower lip, Celica Dallaire, who was on guard against men, avoided the middle-aged doctor's support.

   However, after the subsequent disinfection, she did not stop the doctor from touching it, and silently endured the severe pain of the alcohol-stained wound.

   "Her wound is very bad, but it seems to have been disinfected before? The gauze is also professionally bandaged. Just be careful not to get infected next time."

   said the middle-aged doctor, sighing with emotion as a poor person, squatted down and rolled up Celica Dallaire's trouser legs and checked her right leg.

"she……"

Doctor    just opened his mouth when a shadow slipped into his shadow.

   A flood of memories flooded into his mind, and the picture flickered. The distorted knowledge like distortion caused a strong sense of vomiting. Anna endured it, and suddenly felt something.

  …

  The manor stands not far away, the sun shines like pearls, and the warm afternoon breeze blows.

  Annie gently swayed her green canopy, and under the shade of the tree sat an old figure.

   Rope of seance, old Miklos.

  The night of the wooden house, the body of old Miklos appeared outside the house, and Anna's ritual touched it.

   "Why are you here?"

  Ana stared at the back coldly.

   The head under the tree turned slowly, that face was not old Miklos, it was constantly changing. Sarah, Adam, old Miklos, the beggar, the woman calling for help, the mouse, the doctor...

The faces of    changed, flickering those faces that were once possessed by Anna, and finally, like time stagnant, they were fixed as Anna's cheeks, no longer changing.

   "You should be called..."

   "Anna"'s clothes became mottled and broken, fluttering away like a butterfly, revealing the same white dress.

"another me."

  …

   "...Her ankle is sprained, just rest for a few days."

   After a moment of silence, the middle-aged doctor spoke slowly, releasing the palm of his hand that was gripping his ankle.

   Celica Dallaire silently slipped back her trouser legs, covering up the goose bumps on her skin when touched by the middle-aged doctor.

   "Go to Aunt Mary's." Anna said softly.

  Lu Li nodded lightly, and Celica Dallaire, whose body was stiff for a moment, walked out of the clinic.

   As he was about to leave the clinic, Lu Li remembered something and turned around and asked, "How many shillings."

  The middle-aged doctor stood motionless beside the oil lamp, his shadow drawn long and narrow.

   "...150 shillings."

  Lu Li paid the consultation fee and went to the Champs-Elysees district with Celica Dallaire and Anna on their backs.

   As they left, the clinic returned to its initial silence.

   The doctor, who was as still as a sculpture, resumed his movement. He tore off a page of note paper, wrote a paragraph, walked to the door, and locked the wooden door of the clinic.

   He turned to open the medicine cabinet, took out the bottle of sleeping pills on the bottom layer, and lifted the oil lamp into the bedroom.

  The oil lamp was placed on the bedside table, the doctor unscrewed the bottle cap, the shadow projected on the wall dropped the pills into the throat and melted in the stomach pocket.

   Soon, the doctor fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

  A shadow detached from his body and walked eerily under the oil lamp. It rolled away the note paper on the desk and disappeared under the door of the clinic.

   In the clinic bedroom, there was a gentle but gradually faint sound of breathing.

   Next he will sleep for a long, long time. It is also possible to sink into sleep and never wake up.

  …

   "Please don't leave me..."

   Celica Dallaire whispered when Lu Li was about to send her to the church, "Let me follow you for a while... I will leave voluntarily when you leave Shymfast!"

   "Take this poor woman..." Anna also said sympathetically.

   Lu Li acquiesced, and carried Celica Dallaire to the Champs-Elysée district.

   They found the governor of the Champs-Elysees block and asked about Aunt Mary. The governor told them suspiciously that the owner of the house had not returned.

  The governor accompanied them to No. 66. After entrusting the house to the city hall, three households were arranged to live here: a family of three, an old couple and a young woman.

   They thanked Lu Li and Anna who lent the house, but they also didn't know about Aunt Mary's return.

   Came to the study room on the second floor, which was kept as it was. Only some personal items belonging to Aunt Mary were put into cardboard boxes and stacked in the corner of the study room.

   "We didn't move anything here," said the old couple outside the study door.

  Lu Li put Celica Dallaire in the seat behind the desk and looked at the windowsill.

   There was no letter on the windowsill, but Anna found it on the shelf.

  Lu Li opened the letter and read out the contents.

   Celica Dallaire behind the desk looked calm, as if listening.

   The deepest fear flashed deep in her eyes.

  This is not the last letter she wrote!

   (end of this chapter)