Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 770 Sixty-one. The curse of blessing

  Swish——

  In the damp basement, in front of the dim oil lamp, the man with the shape of a dry bone grabbed a quill and wrote on the desk.

   A surging gray fog surged behind the man, waiting for the moment to finish writing.

  Notes are turned to the last page, and everything is nearing the end.

   Finally, the unkempt man let go of the quill pen, and the falling quill nib hit the end of the obscure text, like a full stop.

  The man raised his head, and bloodshot eyes appeared between his hair.

   "According to the agreement, I'm done." A hoarse whisper sounded. He held the note in his trembling hands and presented the gray fog; "The character, identity, story requested by adults..."

  The surging gray fog split into a fog, as if an arm took a note and opened the title page.

  The existence of the gray fog read quietly, and then, a fog formed in front of him the words that were homologous to the notes.

  The man whispered with a plea: "My wife..."

   The fog shattered, reassembled, and pieced together into short content.

   The man's skinny face with bulging cheekbones was relaxed, and he reached out to touch the oil lamp on the table.

  The gray fog and the notes quietly disappeared, as if they never existed.

  Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, he knocked over the oil lamp with his trembling palm, the oil flowing and the wick burning along the soaked draft.

  The basement suddenly lit up with a dazzling light that dispels the filth.

   The faint spot of light in the depths of the man's pupils disappeared.

  …

   "Why did Dad lock himself in the basement?"

   On the street, the little boy held his mother's hand and raised his head to ask.

   "He's going to think about work..." The mother said softly, the eyes on the scarf showing concern.

  The husband said yesterday that he was going to write a novel about an exorcist for a big man, and then locked himself in the basement, but he didn't even know a word.

   While thinking about it, the cracks in the eye sockets covered by the scarf suddenly itch and wriggle.

  The mother reached out to touch subconsciously, but the tear that made her cry with sadness every time she touched it healed.

  How could...

  When the mother was absent, the skin where the crack disappeared continued to wriggle.

   A granulation burrows out of the skin.

"Do not……"

   The cheeks under the scarf pulsated like water, and the mother let go of her son's palm and ran forward in panic.

"Stop following me!"

  The mother hurriedly left a sentence and stumbled away from the child.

  Branch-like granulation emerged from the clothes, squeezed and entangled with each other, swallowed up the running figures, and turned into a disgusting, bloated, growing mass of flesh.

   Nearby people fled, away from the crawling mass of meat stuck in the middle of the street.

"Mother……"

  The fleeing people passed by the little boy, he stared blankly at the mass of flesh that lost its outline, and walked over while crying his mother's name over and over.

  On the empty streets there were only little boys and meatballs.

Two figures suddenly rushed out of the roadside shop. A young man with brown hair picked up the little boy and kept him away from the meat ball. , and spewed corrosive dark green slime onto the meatballs.

   The growing mass of meat suddenly shrank like a heart, and the mucus rose up with poisonous gas, which corroded the mass of meat, but it didn't last long, the diluted venom no longer continued to corrode the mass of meat, and the mass of meat resumed its expansion and growth—

   "Weird has powerful healing and growth powers."

   said the girl who spewed venom.

   She and the young man each wore the staff badge and shield badge of Clarence University on their chests.

   The brown-haired youth holding the little boy observed: "It didn't attack anyone... Lena, you stay to cut its size, and I'll contact the Knights."

"Um."

   The young man nodded and left the street vigorously with the child in his arms.

   The little boy looked at the meatballs on the street and stretched out his arms dazedly.

"Mother……"

   At this time, the girl spewed venom for the second time.

   The dark green venom stained the meatball, causing it to shrink again.

   But the meatball did not fight back, nor did it leave, as if it were an unconscious mass of meat.

   And only the shrinkage when it is contaminated with mucus and the looming howl from the flesh can prove that it has a sense of pain...

  …

  【Although the exorcist Lord Yenard Matthews did not have the great deeds of the exorcist Lord Lu Li, he is equally respectable, because the Midnight City under our feet is what they built. 】

  【We look forward to the moment when the last two exorcists of the Weird Age meet. 】

  Whoa——

  Lu Li put down the newspaper.

   Dean Lawrence explained to Lu Li: "Your Excellency Yenard Matthews was here when Midnight City was still Midnight Town. He is the elder of Midnight City and is familiar with these dignitaries."

   "He looks young."

The    newspaper photo shows a blond man in his thirties.

   Dean Lawrence replied: "Perhaps like you, more than ten years have not passed on him."

   "Not a bad thing."

  Lu Li commented on the return of the exorcist Jenard Matthews.

   It's a pity that he didn't know this person, nor had he heard of it.

   "Of course, it's just..." Dean Lawrence sighed helplessly, feeling that everything went bad. "It would be better if he came back a few days later."

  Yenard Matthews is also a hero and one of the founders of Midnight City.

   In the eyes of some people, he has higher achievements and greater significance than Lu Li.

  Like, Lu Li is the legendary hero who saved the world, and Jenard Matthews is the hero who came out of his hometown. He is naturally not separated from Midnight City, and makes people want to get close.

   "Your attention will be divided a lot." Dean Lawrence said. "I think the party at City Hall tomorrow night will also invite His Excellency Jenard Matthews."

   Fortunately, Dean Lawrence has done something in the past two days.

   "Tomorrow morning the Montali Theater will be performing your storied journey and they want you to come see it."

  Look at what happened from the perspective of a bystander?

   "Yes." Lu Li did not refuse.

   After the dinner was delivered, Dean Lawrence left, leaving only Lu Li, Katerina, and Purse who got out of the black cloth.

   "Mr. Lu Li, can you tell me your story?"

  Pseus really liked stories and he read many books. And now, the protagonist of a story is standing in front of him.

   "You can go to the theater with us tomorrow." Katarina broke off a thigh of the roast chicken, gulps down indifferently.

   "Can you?!" Pusius looked at Lu Li in surprise.

   "Dean Lawrence agrees." Lu Li said.

  When night falls, the giant tree lights up with star-like light spots, and its presence brings an unparalleled sense of security.

   As Dean Lawrence said, Jenard Matthews was still invited to the reception party at the City Hall, which made the party even more anticipated, but inevitably reduced Lu Li's attention.

   At the same time, one of the requirements that Lu Li had made was also completed.

   "A quality clay you can bring back to Ghost Town."

   The jar filled with clay was placed on the table, and Lu Li called out the eldest sister's head.

   (end of this chapter)