Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 132 - 132 One hundred thirty-two

132: One hundred thirty-two.

Portable Grandpa 132: One hundred thirty-two.

Portable Grandpa “Is your hand shaking?” Lei Lei asked with ill intent, gradually pulling up the corners of his mouth.

“No.” Martin replied immediately.

“It’s just that your head is too heavy, and I’m not that strong.”

“You caught the ball, so according to the rules, you have to answer a question of mine or perform a talent.” Lei Lei’s mouth twisted into a sinister grin as he barked, “My question is…

are you human?

No lying…”

“No, I’ve been dead for many years.”

“You’re lying!”

Martin’s eyes narrowed, and he squeezed a bit harder with his palm, secretly tightening his grip: “I’m not lying, it’s you who guessed wrong.”

The skull made a creaking noise, and Lei Lei’s heart skipped a beat, instantly becoming frightened, his voice dropping to a whisper as he repeatedly said, “My mistake…

I’m sorry, classmate.”

“Alright, then let’s continue.” Martin slightly loosened his grip.

Thump—Thump—Thump—

The knocking on the desk started up again, and Martin passed the skull forward, the game went on.

A dozen seconds later, the knocking abruptly stopped, and Lei Lei’s skull landed in the hands of a girl.

Her pretty face was filled with fear and regret as she pinched the skull with just the tip of her fingers.

Just a little more, just a little more, and she would’ve passed the head on…

“You caught the ball, so according to the rules, you have to answer a question of mine or perform a talent.” Lei Lei, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, once again pulled up the corners of his mouth.

“You seem really afraid of me, huh?”

“No, no…”

“But your hand is shaking, isn’t it?”

“Wu…” The girl was on the verge of crying, timidly said: “I…

I am not human…”

“We’ll see if you’re human or not.”

Lei Lei pulled back his lips over his large, bloodied mouth and lunged at the girl, biting her neck.

“Ahh!!!!!”

In the midst of screams, blood splattered everywhere.

Before long, a lifeless body hit the ground, blood oozing from the torn throat, spreading like a flower all around.

The stench of blood that had just dissipated filled the classroom once again.

“Uh, can someone help me pick up my head?

Thanks.”

Lei Lei’s head was lying in a pool of blood, asking for help from the people around him.

Black Charcoal Ghost from the back table kindly picked up Lei Lei’s bloody skull and placed it on the desk.

“Thanks, brother, your hands are really warm.”

Lei Lei thanked him, sounding naive, a stark contrast to his earlier ferocity.

However, no one dared to underestimate this evil ghost anymore.

Thump—Thump—Thump—

The game of hot potato began once again.

Pair after pair of decisive hands passed around the head, pair after pair of hesitant hands, pair after pair of cowering hands.

Lei Lei’s head had been passed to the back row.

Second to last row, by the window seat, Wei Yonghe’s heart was pounding uncontrollably as he watched the skull being passed toward him.

Occasionally, his eyes met with the skull’s gaze, and that malevolent look sent chills through his entire body.

He suddenly realized that he might be the next victim.

The skull had been passed to the front row, and realizing that he might not have another chance to stop it, he had to think of something.

“Teacher, I…

I need to go to the bathroom!”

Wei Yonghe suddenly stood up, shouting towards the teacher’s desk.

The knocking paused, and the eyes of the students gathered on him.

Song Hongfang, who was interested in watching the students play the game, grew cold, “Just a few minutes into the class and you need to use the bathroom, no, you may not go!”

Catching a glimpse of the skull in the hands of the ghost creature in front of him, which was looking at him with malice, Wei Yonghe shuddered, no longer hesitating and shouted out, “I can’t hold it in!”

Out of sudden inspiration, he discreetly let out a few farts with his mouth.

The surrounding players and ghost creatures revealed disgust and moved away as much as possible.

Song Hongfang showed a look of revulsion as well: “Go and come back quickly!”

“Ah…

okay!”

Having narrowly escaped, Wei Yonghe, his forehead damp with a fine layer of cold sweat, hastened to agree, barging past desks and chairs, and dashed out of the classroom.

The sound of running gradually faded away.

Song Hongfang coldly shouted, “The game continues.”

He might not come back if he really went to the bathroom.

Some players looked towards the doorway, thinking to themselves.

Being alone in a school filled with ghost creatures…

The outcome was predictable.

Amid the knocking on the desks, the head passed through the hands of Wei Yonghe’s deskmate until it reached the back row.

With no one to pass to in the last row, the ghost creature tossed the head high into the air.

The spinning head traced a parabola, falling back into the hands of Lu Li, who was seated against the wall in the first row.

The second round began.

Lu Li caught the head with a calm expression, ready to pass it on when suddenly, the classroom became quiet.

The rhythmic noise of knocking vanished.

Lei Lei’s face emerged, sinisterly saying, “You caught the ball, so according to the rules, you need to answer a question or perform a talent.”

“…Ask,” Lu Li said quietly after staring at him for a few seconds.

“My question is—de de de de de de.”

Suddenly, Lei Lei trembled as if electrocuted, the sensation lasting for several seconds before dissipating.

Still unsettled, it glared at Lu Li: “How did your hand de de de de de—”

Lei Lei

“Got it!

Understood!

Boss, I won’t ask anymore, so can you perform a talent de de de de de—”

The students in the classroom watched, baffled.

…

“This youngster is just like you; he was just attacking the head with negative energy,” an aged voice resounded in Martin’s heart.

Martin’s expression shifted slightly, as he focused on Lu Li and asked internally, “Does he also have an old man’s spirit inside him?”

“Whether it’s an old man or not, I’m not certain, but this kid definitely harbors a secret.”

“Then, there’s no need to worry about him, no matter how big his secret, he’s just an ordinary person after all,” said Martin, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, his pride fleeting.

A proud voice echoed in his heart, “Of course, there’s not an ounce of spiritual energy on this planet, all born are ordinary people.

Master, it also took me hundreds of years to find you, the only one with a spirit root, though your talent could be better.”

“Master, how much longer will it take for me to enter the Qi Refinement Realm?”

“We’ll talk about that once you start feeling the qi…

Earth’s spiritual energy is depleted, and cultivating here is not like on other planets.

Remember, you must never stop taking medicinal baths; I’m going back to the ring to rest, call me if you need anything,” said the voice.

“Understood, Master.”

…

“Wait…

let’s skip the talent…

I’ll just ask a very simple question, very simple, is that okay, boss?”

Lei Lei loosened up again, convinced that Lu Li wasn’t human and was very likely a more powerful ghost creature.

“Whatever you want.”

Lei Lei asked tentatively with a sycophantic face, “What’s the name of your deskmate?”

“Fen’er.”

“Correct answer, quick, pass me on!”

In his eagerness to move away, Lu Li passed the head to his deskmate.

“To correct you, my name isn’t Fen’er, it’s Fen’er,” said Fen’er, holding the head, her thumbs pushing into Lei Lei’s eye sockets as she spoke expressionlessly, “The correct pronunciation is: fer.”

“Got it, got it, ahh ahh ahh, it hurts, let go!”

Fen’er let out a cold huff and tossed the head aside.

The game continued.

Thanks to Lu Li and his deskmate, Lei Lei’s behavior was much more subdued, and no further players were targeted.

Those chosen were mostly asked to perform talents.

Aside from the oddity of using a head as an object, the other aspects seemed like a normal game.

The bell signaling the end of class soon rang, and the second period was over.

And until now, Wei Yonghe had not appeared.

He probably died somewhere.