Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 416 - 416 Two hundred seventy three

416: Two hundred seventy three.

And scams 416: Two hundred seventy three.

And scams “Where’s your uncle?”

Viscount returned to the room, only to find his daughter Sara standing with her hands tied in the study.

“He left,” Sara replied.

“What?

I was just at the door…

Hmph, forget it, must be those circus tricks again.

What did he tell you?” The Viscount asked with a hint of disgust.

“He said he would come back to see me after a while,” Sara responded.

“I see, go back to your room.

Also, go to your etiquette teacher later for punishment, look at yourself, where is the nobility in your appearance…”

In the unending scolding of the Viscount, Sara merely pursed her lips and remained silent.

“Goodbye, Father,” she said once the Viscount finished, and then she left the study.

When the door closed, the study was left with only the Viscount.

Alone, he shed the dignity of the Family Head, looking like a man on the verge of old age.

At that moment, the Viscount looked up with an odd expression and sniffed.

There seemed to be an almost imperceptible scent of blood in the air.

“Uncle Butler.” “Miss,” Sara performed a standard etiquette greeting to the butler in the corridor as they passed each other.

In the relieving gaze of the butler, the smile on Sara’s distant face quickly vanished, turning cold.

“Butler.” The Viscount’s voice came from the study, and the old butler, hearing the call, entered the room.

“I have set the wedding date for Sara and Francis with Earl Fran, it will be in a week,” the Viscount told the butler, “Many nobles will come to witness the event.

Go make a list of the guests we need to invite.”

“Won’t that be a bit rushed?” the old butler hesitated to ask.

“The sooner we can get Sara to settle down, the better.

Her heart is almost taken by that wild boy,” the Viscount snorted, then added after a thought, “And remember to send an invitation to Andrew.”

“Andrew?” the butler looked at the Viscount very strangely: “You mean your brother Andrew?

But he fell to his death when he was ten…”

The Viscount was silent for a long time as if recalling something, then slowly massaged his brow and said, “I don’t know why I suddenly thought of him…

Well, proceed as previously discussed.”

“As you wish, my lord,” the butler left the study.

The study quieted down again as the Viscount began to deal with the affairs of the estate.

A trace of perplexity lingered deep within his heart.

…

Sara rounded the corner of the corridor, her elegant steps quickened, she hurriedly left the mansion, making her way to the bushes below the study’s window along the outer wall.

But Sara saw nothing.

There was no body of Andrew, no cooling blood, not even a mark left behind—the neatly trimmed bushes swayed in the breeze, and under the bright sunlight, Sara could not feel a shred of warmth.

Andrew had vanished, as if he had never fallen.

Sara could not believe what she was seeing, and with a sudden thought, she tiptoed to peer into the bushes, where she saw the handkerchief that had fallen with Andrew’s body.

The handkerchief lay in the middle of the bushes, and Sara squeezed through them, tearing her expensive silk dress, her arms and shins marked with numerous fine scratches.

Sara ignored these and grabbed the handkerchief.

The snow-white handkerchief was as clean as new, untainted, as if the deep red blood it had previously been smeared with was just an illusion of her own.

How could this be…?

Sara could not comprehend the scene before her, standing amidst the waist-high bushes in a daze.

At some moment, Sara suddenly remembered what she had read in an ancient document about demons.

They take on the form of the dead and walk among the living.

Using sinister and bizarre methods, they lead people to downfall so that the sinners will go to hell after death and become the minions of demons.

Slowly, Sara started to remember more, such as having an uncle indeed, Uncle Andrew who had died before she was born, and there was no doll…

Struggling to confirm something, Sara ran out of the bushes, lifted her skirts, and with the astonished looks of the servants, ran back to her bedroom.

Clang—

Sara lifted the lid of the wooden box next to the wardrobe, inside of which were filled with her childhood memories: toys from her childhood, her favorite wooden comb, a cute teddy bear…

Amidst the rustling of digging through, Sara reached the bottom of the box.

She didn’t find the doll.

Her uncle was not human.

Fear filled her heart.

But the next moment, determination dispersed the fear within her.

Nobody could stop Sara from resurrecting Adam.

Not even the devil.

…

Drip—drip—drip—

The echoing footsteps arose outside the cellar.

An arcane and ancient voice sounded by the ear.

Lu Li raised his head, his black eyes hidden in the shadows revealing themselves as he looked up the stairs.

The wooden door was still properly closed.

The Baron, ever vigilant of Lu Li’s side, looked up curiously at the noise.

The footsteps stopped outside the door of the cellar, falling into a silence.

Petra and the butler also noticed something odd about Lu Li and turned to look his way.

“The servant Lu Li knew who was coming, but still harboring hope, he couldn’t help but call out, “Who’s there?

Who’s outside?”

“Has Sara come?” Anna asked quietly beside the ear.

Lu Li didn’t reply, he turned his head to look at the others who were looking his way, and then raised his head again, gazing at the cellar’s dim walls.

As time ticked by, Lu Li did not respond to the arcane and ancient voice, but the malevolent black mist did not descend.

“Strange, it sounded like someone was talking…

Who is it?

Is anybody here?” A strange shout came from the woodshed above.

It wasn’t Sara!

Lu Li’s heart was filled with joy, and he couldn’t wait to shout outside, “I’m here!

Save me, let us out!”

Lu Li was silent, listening quietly to the grey ancient voice echoing in his ears.

The black mist still did not descend.

“Did I hear wrong?” muttered the person above, shaking his head and turning to leave the woodshed.

The sound of his footsteps was growing fainter.

At this point, all Lu Li had to do was to call out loudly, to tell the person above ground, and he would be saved, along with his beloved Aileen, to enjoy the bright sunshine, the care of his companions, away from the threat of death.

The arcane and ancient voice paused, and the footsteps also gradually faded away until they completely disappeared.

Lu Li did not respond from the beginning to the end.

But he didn’t.

The voice that erupted carried both regret and a curse, the arcane and ancient voice slowly moving away.

Lu Li had lost his only opportunity to escape alive…

such a pity…

he would die like a wretch in the dark, damp, foul-smelling cellar.

An eerie presence with malice finally detached itself from around Lu Li.