Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 121 - 121 One hundred twenty-one

121: One hundred twenty-one.

[Xishan High School Incident] Resolved 121: One hundred twenty-one.

[Xishan High School Incident] Resolved “I’ve been in a haze for years, and I don’t want to go back to that anymore…”

The Birth Difficulty Ghost regained some clarity.

Lu Li remained silent, just glancing at Yang Chunxue.

“I didn’t expect her to suddenly become strong like this…

What kind of ghost setting is this, like a ghost and a Super Saiyan, transforming as soon as their emotions change…”

“I’m not talking about that,” Lu Li replied.

“I’m asking if you still listen to her.”

Yang Chunxue hesitated, caught in a struggle.

Subconsciously, she wished for this poor woman to fulfill her last wishes in her final moments of life, yet she did not want to cause trouble for Lu Li.

After all, it was her own intervention that almost caused the Birth Difficulty Ghost to break free of its bonds and create trouble again.

Lu Li saw what she was thinking and said nothing, stepping back.

As Yang Chunxue sighed, she also felt some guilt.

“I felt its presence in you…” The Birth Difficulty Ghost, regaining consciousness, seemed unconcerned with their conversation as its blood-red eye fell on Lu Li.

“Is it still well…”

“It’s already gone to the underworld.

If, as the legends say, there’s a reincarnation feature down there and it didn’t have to wait in line, it would have reincarnated by now,” Lu Li stopped walking.

“Is it too late to say I’m sorry now…” The Birth Difficulty Ghost fell silent for a few seconds, its ferocious expression softening to reveal a hint of bitterness.

“For the child, for those I’ve hurt, for you all…”

“You don’t need to say sorry, you did nothing wrong.”

Lu Li suddenly spoke.

Both turned to look at Yang Chunxue, filled with shock—she had never seen Boss Lu, the ironclad straight man, comforting anyone before…

Could it be that this guy had taken a liking to her?

Lu Li, with a calm expression, simply stated a fact, “Observers always advise the person involved to be generous, to let go of everything.

But they don’t consider the pain that the person endures—because the pain belongs to someone else, and it does not concern them.”

You haven’t harmed any innocent people, so you’re not wrong, and neither is the child.”

“Thank you…

thank you…”

Before long, the Birth Difficulty Ghost was in tears, mixed with the blood on her face.

With a hoarse voice, she repeatedly expressed her gratitude, her form gradually fading and dissipating into the air.

Clang—

The kitchen knife in the air fell, and Yang Chunxue instinctively tried to catch it with her ghostly energy, but all the ghostly energy that touched the knife dissipated.

“It’s gone…?” Yang Chunxue turned her head in confusion, trying to find any trace of the Birth Difficulty Ghost.

“She’s been liberated.”

Feeling the heat in his palm, Lu Li stepped forward, picked up the kitchen knife that had fallen to the ground, and put it back in its sheath.

“I see…

there’s something pitiful about those we hate…” Yang Chunxue sighed slightly, then suddenly noticed that Lu Li had already walked out.

She shouted and chased after him.

“Hey, aren’t you going to reflect at all—”

– A few minutes after the liberation of the Birth Difficulty Ghost –

Gallery, lobby.

A man and a ghost stood on the first staircase, silently looking at a painting on the wall.

The painting was a half-portrait, featuring a man in noble attire, seen from the side.

Whether it was the attire, background, or the figure himself, it was all very typical of the Victorian era.

Suddenly, the eyes in the painting shifted slightly, quickly glancing at the man and ghost standing in front of it before returning to normal.

Stare—

Yang Chunxue slowly narrowed her eyes.

Having stood there for a few minutes, she had seen the portrait sneak a glance at them no less than four times.

Despite being clearly seen through, it still attempted to appear just like any ordinary painting.

Perhaps sensing Yang Chunxue’s intrusive gaze becoming more intense, the figure in the painting became increasingly frantic, its eyes moving restlessly.

Before the figure in the painting started sweating, Lu Li finally spoke up, breaking the silence.

“Do you have a name?”

The oil painting instantly replied, “my name is Dracula!

Sir!”

“Do you speak Chinese?”

Those eyes turned towards him as he bowed deeply in a noble salute, “You may call me Dracula, sir.”

His Chinese was very fluent and seemed to be better than his English level.

“How come it sounds like he has an accent…?” Yang Chunxue muttered softly, sizing up the oil painting, “Dracula?

Wow, a celebrity, no less.”

Dracula showed a flattering smile, “No, no, in front of you, madam, I am but a humble fool.”

“Who, huh, who’s a madam…” Yang Chunxue stammered, her eyes darting around in confusion.

“The Birth Difficulty Ghost from the dormitory building got exorcised,” Lu Li started.

“The mannequin was taken back by me earlier.

Now you’re the only ghost left here.

Do you want to come with us?”

Dracula answered with a sheepish smile, “I’d rather not, feels a bit embarrassing…

no, no…”

“Are you sure?” Lu Li’s expression remained unchanged as he explained the stakes, “If you stay, you might be left alone here for years until they decide to demolish this place.

If you’re lucky, someone might pick you up to hang at their place, but it’s more likely you’ll be blasted into ash with the building when it’s brought down.

You understand, you’re not an antique.”

Dracula was certainly aware, but he knew one thing better: death before dishonor without freedom.

“It’s too much trouble, certainly can’t do it…

no, no…”

“Since that’s the case,” Lu Li nodded and turned to Yang Chunxue, “Create an ‘accident’ later.

The scope is up to you—just ensure the painting gets destroyed.

Remember, make it look like an accident.”

“Got it.” Yang Chunxue chuckled mischievously, finding the idea very much to her liking.

Dracula’s face turned stern, and he declared righteously, “I’ve made up my mind.

I’ll go back with you.”

“Take him.”

Lu Li said.

Understanding the cue, Yang Chunxue used her control over the ghostly energy to lift the painting.

“Sister, be gentle, I’m afraid of water.”

Seeing Yang Chunxue heading straight for the door with him, Dracula got a bit panicky.

Lu Li pulled out a raincoat from his bosom and tossed it over the painting.

“Thank you, brother,” a muffled voice with an accent came from beneath the raincoat.

Whoosh—

The front door was opened, letting in the rain and cold wind into the hall.

Crossing the open space towards the door, Yang Chunxue floated beside Lu Li and whispered softly, “Lu Lili, why are you taking this thing back home?

It’s creepy as hell.”

“Squirrels always store food before the arrival of winter,” Lu Li replied.

“What does that mean…

Oh~~~”

Yang Chunxue understood, glancing occasionally with a mix of malice and pity at the painting covered by the raincoat.

Upon stepping out the door, Lu Li restored the chain, locking it as it was before.

Just as he was about to head to the car, Lu Li suddenly seemed to hear something, his eyes sharpening instantly as he reached for the kitchen knife and approached the roadside.

The faint sound he had heard now became clear, and Lu Li looked in the direction it came from.

An orange cat hid in a tree hollow of a dead tree by the roadside.

“Meow~”

The orange cat was not afraid of people, yawning softly as it meowed.

Lu Li’s sharp eyes gradually softened as he looked at the drenched cat, its fur matted with mud.

The tree hollow was large, but the rain was heavier.

Raindrops splattered the ground, covering the inside of the tree hollow with muddy prints.

Lu Li bowed slightly, placing an umbrella next to the orange cat.

On this rainy day, this man who carried three umbrellas so as not to get wet gave up one of his umbrellas in the pouring rain.