Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 338 - 338 195

338: 195.

Enter 338: 195.

Enter No one would do that.

Facing the bizarre, they tried to communicate with it.

Therefore, the guards didn’t understand what had happened; they only saw Lu Li’s light gray figure reach out and touch the wall for a while, then retract his hand and step back onto the street.

“I don’t know what you were just doing, but it looked ineffective.”

Pryce said to Lu Li, who walked up to them.

Lu Li nodded, not delving deeper into that topic, “How much longer will the tool take?”

“It should be ready soon,” Pryce replied; it wouldn’t take much longer.

“But could you tell me first what we’re supposed to do later?”

“First, get a ladder,” Lu Li said to Pryce.

Petra’s bedroom and study were both on the second floor, and the most likely location for that ancient book could only be between these two.

His plan was to find the ancient book and use the tool to retrieve it.

If the evil entity didn’t interfere, that is.

The guards quickly borrowed a wooden ladder from a neighbor and set it under the bedroom window.

When Lu Li stepped onto the ladder, no guard came forward to stop him—after all, this was the investigator’s job.

Pryce and the others steadied the ladder; no one looked up, only Matthew squinted through the heavy rain upward, watching the blurred figure ascend to the top of the ladder, arriving in front of the second-floor window.

Lu Li raised his hand to pull the window which remained unmoved, locked from the inside.

The surrounding rain muffled the faint noises from the window.

“Let me do it.”

Anna’s voice sounded by his ear.

“No, don’t come near here,”

Lu Li stopped Anna, it was still unknown whether the evil entity would attack a ghost.

“I’m not taking a risk, and you shouldn’t either.”

“Hmm…”

As his palm smeared over the glass, Lu Li could barely hear the faint noises and saw the situation inside the bedroom, but a second later, the falling rain made the glass blur again.

He only saw the outlines of the bedroom, such as the positions of the bed, the dining table, and the bookshelf, but the finer details were too blurred to discern.

After repeating several times, Lu Li gave up on this method of observation and climbed down the ladder.

As his rubber boots hit the ground, Lu Li noticed a guard quickly moving away from the area, while the number of team members around him remained unchanged.

Lu Li looked toward the additional figure moving closer through the rain curtain before disappearing: “What’s going on?”

“A senior investigator has entered Elm Street and is approaching here,” Pryce said.

Matthew had already informed Lu Li about this earlier, but he hadn’t expected his arrival so soon.

“I understand,” Lu Li replied, and then said to Anna next to him, “Hide all traces of our presence, don’t let him detect us.”

“Hmm.”

After Lu Li finished speaking, Pryce asked, “How’s the situation?”

“Can’t observe anything, hopefully, the senior investigator will have a way.”

Standing under the eaves, waiting for a while, a figure holding an umbrella appeared through the rainy haze in the distance on the noisy, empty street.

The figure wore an old-style wool overcoat nearly reaching his calves, a dark gray bowler hat, and from beneath a prominent nose, two sprouts of goatee curled up at the tips, his right hand resting on a cane.

He looked just like a detective.

This high-nosed middle-aged man came before everyone, his gaze falling on Lu Li and Pryce as he introduced himself, “Thomas, Rudolf Thomas, Senior Investigator.”

His manner of speaking had a peculiar tone, the kind one hears in operas.

Usually, only aristocrats of high society affect such an accent.

“Guardian Night Squad Captain Pryce.”

“Lu Li.”

Pryce and Lu Li said respectively.

“I know you, I’ve seen all those procedures.” Thomas said with a smile, looking at Lu Li and patting his shoulder, “Well done, young man.

I couldn’t have handled it as thoroughly myself.”

Thomas’s familiarity and senior-like tone made Pras somewhat uncomfortable, but since Lu Li didn’t say anything, neither would he.

“What more do you know about ‘The Cannibal House’?

The sort of thing that’s not in the reports,” Thomas asked in his odd accent.

Lu Li nodded, “After the house ingests a person, it expels the clothing, while the objects that get infected are mostly cups, floors, doors, etc., but not books or clothes.

We tentatively concluded that only furniture gets infected.”

“That’s useful information, so—”

Thomas suddenly stopped speaking, turning his head to look down another street.

A few Guardians arrived with various tools, including something resembling a fishing rod.

“What is this?” he asked in surprise.

“A little something that allows us to retrieve ancient books without going inside,” Pryce explained.

“We won’t need this thing, I brought a Homogeneous Item for dealing with this big fellow… Help me with this, thanks.”

He handed his umbrella to a Guardian standing nearby and pulled out a worn music box and a pair of earplugs from his coat.

Thomas took the umbrella from the Guardian, then handed his walking stick to him, shaking the music box, “This is it, I’m going to start using it now.

Cover your ears unless you also want to take a nap.”

Lu Li was the first to cover his ears.

Pryce followed suit, and the other Guardians gradually plugged their ears.

Thomas walked up to the doorway, peered inside, then put on the earplugs in both ears, before winding up the music box.

In the silent world, Lu Li watched silently as the small figure on top of the music box began to spin.

For a moment, he seemed to hear a wonderful music, but as he followed the sound of the music, there was nothing.

About a dozen seconds later, Thomas turned around at the doorway, mouthed a phrase, forming the words: “It’s okay now.”

Lu Li unblocked his ears, then heard a Guardian whispering, “I feel the evil presence has weakened.”

Hearing this, Pryce looked at Lu Li, who nodded and said, “Its consciousness has become very weak, almost as if it has fallen into a deep sleep.”

“Anything that hears the music box falls asleep for half an hour, giving us enough time to act,” Thomas stowed away the music box, and said to Lu Li who approached, “Let’s go inside.”

“After you,” Lu Li said.

Thomas nodded with a half-smile and shouted to the Guardians, “Are you coming in?”

“If necessary,” Pryce responded.

“Then forget it,” Thomas waved his hand dismissively and sauntered into the building as if strolling in a garden.

Ignoring his strange accent and overly familiar demeanor, his personality was quite tolerable.

As Pryce and others frowned and watched, Thomas, having entered the building, turned around, spreading his arms to show he was unharmed.

Lu Li waited at the doorway for several dozen seconds, and still, nothing happened.

The door didn’t shut, nor was Thomas caught by suddenly appearing tentacles.

Thinking it over, he said to Anna, “Stay outside, don’t come in, unless the evil wakes suddenly.”

As he finished speaking, Lu Li walked into the man-eating house.