Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 862 One hundred and fifty three. In Bell, he lost his lover

   "You are here to find her..."

   A low voice suddenly sounded from behind.

   A hunched, bloated silhouette in a tattered cloak stood deep in the cemetery, watching them.

"Who are you."

   Lu Li in front of the tombstone turned his head and stepped closer to the outline. Katerina saw the sad color in his black eyes gradually disappearing.

   "Don't bring that dirty thing near me..."

The    profile creeps back, pulling away from the land.

"what do you know."

  Lu Li stopped.

   "Come in if you want to know the answer..."

   The mysterious silhouette let out a low laugh, turned and approached the dilapidated shack built in the depths.

   "You are the only one left, and don't bring that thing in..."

  It disappeared behind the door and behind the shed door, the slow words echoed over the cemetery.

   "Cultists?"

  Katerina and the others, whose silhouettes disappeared, returned to Lu Li: "Do you want to go there?"

  Lu Li didn't answer, handed the fragment to Katerina and walked towards the shack.

The snow where the    outline stood before was dyed eerily black, and there was a vague fishy smell lingering on the tip of the nose, which became clearer as it approached the shed.

  Lu Li lowered his head and burrowed into the low shack. The stench was instantly strong, like deep sea dark green silt, and like rotting dead fish. I don't know if it came from the garbage piled up in the corner or the outline of taking off the cloak.

   It can barely be called "human" because of the one eye wrapped in the sarcoma.

   The spots on the gray-green smooth skin resemble fish scales, and the body is disproportionately bloated.

  The bulging back is packed with toad-like naan buns. These naan buns also parasitize all over its body, joints, limbs, exuding mucus with the movement.

   It is more like a fish frog-like alien than a human.

  These changes are probably due to pollution here

   It sat down at the dilapidated square table and recalled slowly, "I'm... from Shymfast, and my name is... Tommy or Jimmy. When that gift came—"

"Where is she."

   Lu Li interrupted its upcoming tirade.

   "Don't worry!"

   The alien growled like an irritable man, and the mucus squeezed out of the naan bag, aggravating the stench of the shed.

   It fell back into a dreamy murmur: "Don't worry...don't worry...I'll talk about it..."

   "I'm... a Shymfast, my name is... Mike. I was unfortunate enough to miss the Lord's gift ceremony. When I got back, the ceremony was over and I was left here forever..."

  The Inhuman buried his head, his body began to tremble, and he made a sound that was almost sobbing.

   "I am a betrayer... The Lord, abandoned me... No, it was I who betrayed the Lord... But He is still merciful and gracious to this betrayal of believers like me!"

  The slime threw over the table because of the trembling, quietly corroding the wood, and the pothole on the table found its source.

   Pagans are often difficult to communicate - they are immersed in the distorted consciousness of beings above their own consciousness.

   Inhumans who call themselves traitors show this. It muttered its regret and pain to itself, and showed Lu Li the densely packed frog egg-like translucent particles under its skin tag.

   It says it's a punishment for itself.

   "You speak of betrayal of your Lord, but he still favors you."

  Before the pagan fell into delirium, Lu Li took back his little sanity and let the story continue.

   "Yes... yes. He left his breath in the city, so that I can continue to feel the grace of the Lord..."

"I think of more...gifts. Yes, the Lord gave me a body to make me weak and flesh as strong as His servants. But...a little bit more. A little bit...a little bit...a little bit...yet. A little...a little...a little...a little...a little..."

  The mucus infiltrated by the pustules piled up under the feet, and the pagans lowered their heads, repeating the same sentence like a dream.

   "It's still a little...a little bit...a little bit...a little bit more..."

   "What's more."

   "It's not that bad..."

   The head of the pagan slowly lifted, and the madness faded from the one eye covered in sarcoma.

   "Dedication."

   "Then, she came..."

"when."

  The pagan who was caught in his own memory did not answer Lu Li, he raised his head and murmured.

   "Holy, fair, and beautiful. As she crawled out of the filthy dirt... dazzling as the messenger of the Lord."

   The **** one-eyed pagan stared at Lu Li, his breathing gradually increased.

   "Just like you..."

   "She doesn't like me...I see disgust in her eyes...she...is not...the Lord...given me!"

   "Everything beautiful is fragile...including her. I ate her..."

   The one eye of the pagan fell to the same thing in the corner of the shack.

   "That's her skull, she's so beautiful, I couldn't help keeping a part of my collection... Until now, I'm still eager to hear that wonderful scream, and the sweetness of flesh and blood..."

   Lu Li listened quietly, he felt that somewhere in his body was cracking, pain and sadness poured out from the gap and took over his body.

   "The gift of the Lord is everywhere. She made me suddenly understand what was missing... it was offering... I... didn't offer enough offerings to the Lord."

  The back of the pagan thumped like a chest, its stubby neck stretched out to the square table, approached Lu Li, and uttered the last whisper like a viper.

   "So, please be dedicated to my lord...or let me savor the delicious flesh again."

  The shack fell silent.

   Only the clear heartbeat sounded.

   Lu Li, whose face was full of icy cold, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the pagan's deformed head, wrapped all his strength and emotions, and pressed it hard!

  !

The    square table shattered like thin ice, the head of the pagan smashed the wooden board, and fell to the ground with a dull noise.

  tick-tick-tick-

  Lu Li loosened the pagan's shattered head and retracted his blood dripping palm,

   The dripping mucus and blood melted into one piece, and pulled into a silk thread on the dangling fingertips.

   There is his, and there is it.

   The vicious stench wafts out of the blooming head, and the mucus chi chi corrodes the sleeves and palms of the landing,

   But it's not over yet. An illusory outline slowly floated from the headless corpse that had lost its breath.

   There is no bloated sarcoma and ugly pustules, that is the original human appearance of the pagans.

   His face was confused, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep. When he saw Lu Li, the broken square table, and the ugly corpse that had lost its head, he realized something.

   "I... succeeded! I finished... consecration! Great Lord, your most loyal believers are waiting for your reception—"

  The obscure aura appeared in the void, and it seemed that the sound of the waves on the other side of the void could be vaguely heard day and night.

   But at this moment, an arm stretched out and grabbed the neck of the illusory soul in mid-air, putting a stop to his madness and ecstasy.

   The heathen was roasting in his palms, his face contorted, and he let out an uninterrupted shriek. Then at some point, his soul burst like a bubble.

   Tranquility pervades the shack again.

   (end of this chapter)