Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 107 - 107 107

107: 107.

Shadow behind the Wallpaper 107: 107.

Shadow behind the Wallpaper Beibei suddenly raised its head, looking towards the ceiling.

Next to it, Rou’er was sleeping soundly, lying on her side with one small hand clutching the soft golden fur.

Beibei seemed to see something, its head slowly moving as if something was moving on the ceiling in the darkness.

“Woo…”

Beibei let out a whimper, suddenly got up, pressed its tail down, jumped off the bed, and ran to the door.

It stood upright, its paws resting on the handle, easily pressing down the handle.

Click—

The door opened a crack.

Beibei pushed the door open with its head and slipped out.

The dark hallway was eerily silent, the sound of its paws tapping on the tiles didn’t travel far.

Beibei slipped to a break near the door and, just like during the day, growled at the torn wallpaper all alert.

In the dark, a substantial shadowy arm stretched out from the wall bit by bit, its dry fingers reaching for Beibei.

“Woo…”

Beibei’s ears drooped, its tail tucked in, emitting a whimpering threatening hum.

The arm remained unmoved and continued reaching for Beibei.

It split its mouth to its ears and suddenly lunged at the dark arm to bite.

Click—

A crisp sound of teeth closing, Beibei went straight through the dry palm, biting into nothing.

Beibei stood dumbfounded, while simultaneously, that untouchable, scrawny black arm already touched Beibei’s nape.

Crack—

A silhouette changed in the dark, Beibei’s head helplessly drooped down.

“Woo—”

Beibei only managed to let out a faint scream before falling silent.

The deathly silence lasted for seconds; in the dark, the sound of something heavy being dragged gradually started.

A shadow on the floor was slowly pulled behind the wallpaper.

In the bedroom, Rou’er suddenly furrowed her brow in her sleep.

She seemed to have had a nightmare, vaguely raised her small head, and called out to the doorway, “Beibei?”

The blanket next to her was still warm; Beibei seemed to have just run away not long ago.

“Beibei?

Where are you?”

The little girl clumsily groped her way up in the dark, her small hands outstretched in front, stumbling over to the open door.

“Beibei, where are you?”

Rou’er poked her little head out, but the pitch-black hallway showed no signs of light and there was no response.

The hallway was very dark, she was panicked and worried about her Beibei.

Hesitating, she looked like she was about to cry, reluctantly stepped out from behind the door, touching the wall as she moved forward.

Rou’er naively approached the piece of torn wallpaper.

Suddenly, the same eerie black arm reached out from the damaged area, grabbing Rou’er’s slender arm.

The five- to six-year-old girl had almost no chance to react, and was instantly pulled into the wall by the arm.

The dim hallway returned to silence.

…

The noon hour had arrived, the first seven days after death had come, and the faint yin energy within the coffin was gradually growing stronger.

The old Taoist stopped picking his food carelessly.

He straightened two fingers into his backpack and pulled out a Yellow Talisman, brushing it past his eyes as he gazed at the coffin.

A nearly invisible transparent silhouette sat up from within the coffin.

He was the exact image of the young man from that photograph, only now the ghost’s gaze was vacant, his expression rigid.

The old Taoist sized him up, smiling maliciously, “You lad are unlucky.

This ghost just returned to life, missing his three souls and seven spirits, barely conscious, you won’t get anything out of him.”

“Then let’s directly liberate his soul.”

Lu Li raised the sheath and gripped the handle of his knife.

If they couldn’t derive any clues, taking a symbol back as a trophy would suffice.

Even the legs of a mosquito are flesh.

The old Taoist remained seated, apparently curious to see what method Lu Li would use for the liberation.

But just then, something unexpected occurred.

The soul of Song Hu floating above the coffin was suddenly pulled by something, turning into a trail of blue smoke that in an instant flew out, penetrating the wall and disappearing from their sight.

Yin energy swiftly receded.

Lu Li was clueless, but the old Daoist’s face suddenly changed drastically, pulling out a compass that was spinning rapidly to check.

“Something’s wrong, this isn’t a soul summoning… Wait, this is a soul summoning formation… But there’s a second formation set up around it!”

…

“Honey… honey…”

In the bedroom, Han Lan propped herself up, gently shaking her husband beside her and asking in a whisper, “Did you hear something?”

Half-asleep, Wu Zihao barely opened his eyes and mumbled, “A sound… Beibei’s sound?”

“It seems so…”

“Why call out to you and bother me…” Wu Zihao sighed helplessly, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

However, Han Lan sensed something strange, propping herself up to listen more intently.

“Hee hee hee…”

Faint laughter of a child came from the ceiling above.

“No, it’s our daughter’s voice!”

Han Lan hurriedly shook her husband, who had not yet fallen back asleep.

Wu Zihao opened his eyes, his sleepiness almost completely gone.

He heard it too.

Thud thud thud thud—

From the ceiling above, a series of running footsteps could be heard.

“Has our daughter sneakily run up to play?”

“Possibly… Go check.”

Han Lan’s voice grew softer, “Come with me, I’m scared to go up alone…”

“I really can’t do anything with you…”

Wu Zihao sighed softly, turning on the bedside lamp.

The bedroom lit up with a dim light, and the couple got out of bed, turned on the flashlight on their phones, and walked hand in hand towards their daughter’s bedroom.

The hallway was quiet, the light from the flashlight sweeping over, casting a ghastly pallor on the wallpaper.

“Ah—!”

Han Lan suddenly screamed, plunging into her husband’s arms.

“Dog hair!

And blood!”

Wu Zihao followed where his wife pointed and saw a large patch of golden dog hair and bloodstains on the tiled floor.

“Honey, could it be a burglar came in… our daughter, our daughter…” Han Lan was nearly crying.

Wu Zihao no longer had time to comfort his wife and rushed into their daughter’s bedroom a few meters away.

The room door was wide open, no one inside, and the quilt was flipped open.

Han Lan followed to the doorway, seeing the room empty, cried out in panic, “Rou’er and Beibei have both disappeared!”

“Shh…” Wu Zihao was shocked, quickly covering his wife’s mouth and spoke in a lowered voice, “Don’t panic yet, go get your phone from the room and call the police, I’ll check upstairs.”

“Okay… be careful.”

Han Lan said worriedly, running back to the bedroom.

She dove to the bed, grabbed the phone from under the pillow, and was about to press the button.

Rustle—

Suddenly, a light noise came from behind.

Han Lan, frightened, turned her head, but only saw a piece of wallpaper that had fallen off, revealing an aged wall.

Han Lan’s heart slightly relaxed, ready to continue dialing.

Out of the corner of her eye, something suddenly appeared from the part of the wall where the wallpaper had fallen.

Han Lan instinctively stopped moving, staring blankly at the yellowed wall.

Behind the pale white wallpaper, a pitch-black silhouette slowly peeked out, eerily spying.

…

After convincing his wife to return, Wu Zihao looked around, picked up a ping pong paddle from an unpacked box next to the door for defense, and turned the corner to ascend the stairs.

Silently arriving on the second floor, Wu Zihao followed the faint footsteps, eventually stopping behind a door.

“Daddy, I’m here~”

Hearing his daughter’s playful laughter from behind the door, Wu Zihao let out a long sigh of relief and smiled helplessly as he pushed the door open, “It’s so late, you and Beibei—”

His voice abruptly stopped, the scene in front of him freezing his blood.