Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 913 Two hundred four. The alternation of virtual and real

   The girl's body became rigid due to the call, and the abyss-like dark eyes appeared in a trance, struggling to dissolve, revealing the pupils that belonged to humans.

   "...Lu Li...? I'm sorry! I, I... didn't protect Aunt Mary." She apologized with tears in her eyes, thinking of something, before she could wipe away the tears: "Quick..."

   means that her awake pupils are occupied by darkness again, and she becomes a numb and sluggish maid who is ready to serve.

   "Jojo...Joanna...Oliver...Aunt Mary..."

   The next few calls could no longer wake her up.

   Lu Li did not wash his body. Leaving Jojo to the corridor, locked the door and knocked on other people's rooms.

   No one answered.

"What about the rest."

   Lu Li asked the servant who was wearing a weird human costume and saluting.

   "The angels have already gone to the hall." The servant replied.

   raised his eyebrows slightly, Lu Li walked along the red carpet corridor to the end, and found the people around the long table in the hall.

   "Mr. Lu Li, you wash so slowly." Sitting on the carved wooden chair with a red bow tied on his chest, Perseus joked, his tail dangling under his tuxedo.

"Lu Li...after all...also...adult." Ophelia's coke body was wearing a dark pink evening dress, long lace gloves covering her ugly skin, and a long linen wig, which subconsciously It reminds me that she has always been naked.

   Ophelia let out a raspy crow-like laughter, and it was her first time laughing.

   "How much time has passed."

   "It's almost an hour if you count the time to wait for Mr. Lu Li." Even the freckles seemed to glow after Purse's cleaning.

   The time cannot be compared.

  What happened after the separation of Luli's memories, the corridor is continuous and continuous, only the room may lose memory.

  There is also some possibility that the room time flow rate is different.

   At this time, the giant frog slowly crawled in in a pious and weird crawling posture.

   For it, whether it is the **** of the deep sea or the companion god, it is an existence far above it, no matter how strong or weak.

   "I have a question." Lu Li said to it.

   "Please complete the ceremony first..." A vague voice came from the face buried in the carpet that was still not seen: "Please sit down at the dining table."

   "I'm missing parts of-"

   "I said: Sit down."

  Like the ripples of frogs roaring on the water, an indescribable and obscure force pushed Lu Li forward, pressed Lu Li to sit down, and suppressed Lu Li's thoughts.

   "Mr. Lu Li, of course you will be angry if you inquire about other people's privacy like this..." Prius in the seat next to him whispered a memory that did not belong to Lu Li.

  Lu Li looked around at the people around the long table. The **** of the deep sea in the main seat was indifferent, and Ophelia regretted that Lu Li sat opposite.

   The grievances to the gods are unaware, is the problem with yourself?

Ophelia's clothes fit perfectly with Purseus' clothes, as if they were already prepared; Jojo, who was still the same girl in memory twenty-four years later, said the first sentence about Aunt Mary; A famous painting and sculpture that can be recognized by Ophelia; the costume of the person who is dreamed of by Physius... still believes in the **** of the deep sea, and is an inextricable fanatic.

   and Jojo's anxious and unfinished content.

   "Would you like to start with the main meal, or the appetizer first?" The crawling giant frog asked the **** of the deep sea, still seeming to be respectful.

   "Dinner. I need to get back the wreckage as soon as possible." The **** of the deep sea whispered majestically.

   "Then... ok."

   In the trembling voice of the giant frog, he slowly raised his head, revealing a face that was neither ugly nor disgusting, but a human face full of enthusiasm and excitement.

  The next moment, the **** of the deep sea in the seat lay flat on the dining table, and the giant frog squeezed into the main seat, funny wearing a napkin and clutching a knife and fork.

   "I will enjoy you carefully, reverently, and respectfully."

  The **** of the deep sea is the upcoming dinner.

  Ophelia, who wanted to do something, was suddenly shackled by an obscure force. She looked at Lu Li in a panic: "Lu——"

   Lu Li, who was originally in the seat, disappeared.

  …

  Wowla-wowla-

  The waves in the distance licked the beach.

   Lu Li faintly woke up.

  The wet and cold sea breeze blew on the deck, and Lu Li looked around. All the believers, including Purse, Ophelia, and the **** of the deep sea, fell asleep on the deck, except for Anthony, a businessman with a worn-out backpack.

   "Have we landed on the island yet?"

  Lu Li turned his head to look at the island, there was no fog, and the rocky mountains and holes were ugly and bare in sight.

  Why is there the power of the dream of his old enemy, the Lord of the Deep Sea, in the place where the remnant of the God of the Deep Sea is located?

   "No. Everyone close to the island is asleep."

   "Andrea too?"

"Too."

  Jojo is not talking about running away.

   But wake up.

  Lu Li shook Purseus, called out the name that might wake him up, hurt Puseus, but to no avail.

   The power that can make the gods fall asleep obviously cannot be awakened by external force. Lu Li's awakening is due to his cursed title [Lighthouse], and the [Dreamer] who has the same origin as the power of dreams.

   The power of the **** of the deep sea is slowly weakening, and he is being eaten away in a dream.

   "You take the **** of the deep sea and Ophelia away from the island on a wooden boat, and let them find me if you wake up."

  Lu Li manually pushed the wooden boat off the side of the boat. When the wooden boat hit the sea, he grabbed the hemp rope and instructed the merchant Anthony to jump into the wooden boat and paddle to the rough brown sand beach.

  Some footprints that have not been erased by the high tide extend to distant towns: two pairs of human footprints, plum footprints of small animals, and low marks that seem to be washed by sea water.

   Those are their footprints.

  Reality and dream are tightly intertwined at this moment.

[Plankaner Town: Facing the barren land, no longer lonely; backed by rocky mountains, like little Belfast; beautiful environment, enjoy the unique golden beach; have refuge caves, no longer afraid of tsunami storms; neighbors… ...noble, professor...scholar...]

  Lu Li saw the wooden poster board, it was the same as reality.

  Dreams are also based on facts—part of facts.

   At least when Lu Li picked up the oil lamp, stepped into the cave with his psychic gun in hand, and stepped onto the red carpet of the corridor-like passage of the mansion, there was no strangeness blocking his progress.

  The promenade is not as bright as in the dream, but it is still beautiful. Hanging oil paintings, standing sculptures, the underground garden outside the window reveals a corner of dusty cloth and flowers.

   Passing through a room, Lu Li pushed the door open, but unfortunately there was no Qiaoqiao inside. According to memory, he came to the end of the long corridor and slammed open the closed door of the hall.

  The long dining table was covered with a thick layer of ash, the seats were empty, and the first seat in the distance was plunged into darkness.

  pop-pop-

   A pair of palms suddenly stretched out from the edge of darkness that could not be dispelled, applauding gently.

   "You're late... Clan... who were lucky enough to escape the dream."

   The owner of the palm sitting at the head of the long table leaned forward, revealing a face and body that were the same as the giant frogman's face.

   responded to him with a resounding roar of gunshots.

   (end of this chapter)