Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 117 - 117 One hundred and seventeen

117: One hundred and seventeen.

The answer of despair 117: One hundred and seventeen.

The answer of despair “Do you dress formally because of her?

The girlfriend who went missing,”

Yang Chunxue leaped onto the railing and lightly landed on the iron chain, swinging her legs leisurely.

“I started wearing suits before I met her.”

Lu Li looked down at the jade pendant in his palm; the mercury-like liquid stayed in the center of the Bagua Jade Pendant, no longer pointing in any direction.

Yang Chunxue tilted her head backward, her black hair like silk cascading down as she looked up at Lu Li upside down: “How are we going to find her in such a large area?”

Lu Li slowly stepped back, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.

When he reached thirty-five meters, the liquid in the center moved toward Qian, which was straight ahead.

Lu Li looked up and said to Yang Chunxue drifting toward him, “There’s a method called triangulation.”

As if within a circle, there’s a point that cannot be observed, and drawing a straight line must pass through that point.

At this moment, the possible location of that “point” has gone from a “surface” to a “line.”

After drawing another straight line within the circle, the “line” becomes a “point.”

The intersection of the two straight lines is the point.

“I feel like I’ve heard this theory somewhere before…” Yang Chunxue muttered with a frown, then looked up skeptically and asked, “Will it work?

You’re explaining such an unscientific thing with science.”

This was indeed something Lu Li might do.

“We’ll know if we try.”

Lu Li took out his phone, took a screenshot of the map of the area, and drew a straight line on the map.

He raised his head, surveying his surroundings as if searching for something, his gaze landing on the bridge nearby with a stream of cars rushing by.

That would be the next mapping location.

Returning to the old Xiali, he reversed the car back to the roadside and turned off the engine; a man and a ghost walked onto the bridge.

Standing in front of the railing, Lu Li took out the jade pendant and, based on the direction indicated by the liquid, drew another straight black line on the map.

The two black lines started from different points, came close to each other, converged at a certain point, and then went their separate ways again.

“It’s actually useful…” Yang Chunxue slightly widened her eyes.

Lu Li said nothing.

To avoid inaccurate measurements, he conducted the survey at two more points: the middle and the end of the bridge.

On the map Lu Li had been annotating, a total of four black lines started from different points but intersected simultaneously at one.

The location had been precisely mapped out.

“That raises the question…

since the location can be pinpointed accurately, wouldn’t it be simpler to just display it directly on the jade pendant?” Yang Chunxue said with a pained expression.

Even though she had no eggs, nor could they ache.

“You can ask the old Taoist next time you see him.”

“No need to ask, I can pretty much guess the answer.

It’s probably that Taoist spiel about ‘the great way bears fifty which spawns forty-nine, spare one to keep for a future encounter’ or some theory like that.”

Lu Li remained silent, zoomed in on the picture with two fingers, noted down the intersection point, then brought up the map to locate the position.

Drum Tower Street, pedestrian area, number 413.

The place where Liu Wenwei disappeared five years ago was on Drum Tower Street.

No need to search high and low.

“I remember this place; you mentioned your ex-girlfriend seemed to have disappeared here…

Wait!

She wouldn’t have been killed and buried, would she…”

“We’ll find out when we get there.”

Descending from the bridge’s end brought them to Drum Tower Street.

For Lu Li, this place was all too familiar—whether from his continuous investigations here over the past five years, or from encountering that door opening into a nightmare not long ago.

It took less than 20 minutes to get from Tiger Head Mountain to the city center, right at the height of the morning rush hour.

The street was bustling with pedestrians, nonstop hawking from loudspeakers, and the fragrant aroma of breakfast wafted in the air.

Lu Li walked firmly, heading straight for number 413.

It was a three-story white building with an English sign; inside the shop window, several young men and women sat separately, each savoring a cup of coffee.

A tasteful coffee shop.

Entering the coffee shop, Lu Li sat down calmly at a spot by the window next to the door.

The waiter, with a bow tie, approached the table and politely asked, “What would you like to order, sir?”

“Water.”

The waiter showed a slightly puzzled look, “Sorry?”

“Boiled water.”

The waiter looked embarrassed, “Sir, we charge for water here as well.”

“I know.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.”

The waiter walked away with a strange expression on his face.

Lu Li looked out of the window where the sky was overcast with no sign of the morning sun.

A calm voice rang out, “You can pass through solids, go and take a look.”

“Ah?

Okay, leave it to me.”

Yang Chunxue, inexplicably eager to work, excitedly agreed and rose straight up into the ceiling, disappearing from sight.

Before long, the waiter came over with the water, still politely said a dismissive phrase, and walked away.

Lu Li picked up the cup of water; the clear, transparent liquid moistened his lips.

He pursed his lips and put the cup back in its place.

Yang Chunxue didn’t make him wait too long.

Two minutes later, she floated down the stairs and nonchalantly sat opposite Lu Li, “The first and second floors are both cafes, the third floor has bedrooms, but there are no special places or strange skeletons.”

Lu Li was slightly silent when, at that moment, over in a secluded corner on the first floor, two employees stood in front of an iron door.

They looked around with somber expressions and quietly opened the door with an exaggeratedly large padlock on it.

A pitch-black passage leading to the basement was revealed.

“Did you check the basement?”

Lu Li quietly observed the iron door.

“Not yet…” Yang Chunxue shook her head.

She hadn’t even noticed there was a basement.

“I’ll go there now.”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.”

Lu Li took out ten yuan and placed it under the water cup.

Yang Chunxue, puzzled, looked around to ensure no one noticed her and then equipped the Illusionary Manual.

He suddenly disappeared from his original place.

Yang Chunxue’s eyes widened in shock, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

Although she could still see Lu Li…

since when did this guy have the ability to turn invisible?

“I used an illusion to shield the light around me.

Let’s go, I can’t keep this up for too long.”

The voice spoke from an empty space in front of her, and Yang Chunxue, wanting to speak but hesitating, silently followed Lu Li.

The sound of their faint footsteps arose, unavoidable, but nobody would strain their ears to listen for them.

He smoothly made his way to the door and then slipped past the employees guarding it.

The employees, unaware of anything, just felt a breeze pass by, and then a chill in the air.

He shivered and uttered a complaint.

Walking down the steps, the cool air hit his face.

It wasn’t damp, however, and bright lights shone down, with neatly arranged wine barrels lined up along the wall.

The employee who had gone down first was lifting a wine barrel from a corner.

This place was used to store wine, not corpses.

“Let’s go, there’s nothing here.”

Lu Li looked around and then said, looking downwards.

On returning to ground level, bringing a gust of wind and a chill, Lu Li sat back down at his spot.

When no one was looking, he removed the Illusionary Manual.

Yang Chunxue climbed across the table, bored as she looked through the cup at the distorted reflection of Lu Li’s face.

“If there’s nothing on the ground…

could it possibly be in the sky…?”

After saying this, Yang Chunxue realized she had blurted out something silly and added with a slightly red face, “Of course, it could also be underground…

”

The speaker had no intention, but the listener took it to heart.

“Underground…”

Lu Li murmured, furrowing his brows.

An ominous door surfaced in his mind.