Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 508 - 508 Twenty-seven

508: Twenty-seven.

Even if it’s hell, I’ll be with you.

508: Twenty-seven.

Even if it’s hell, I’ll be with you.

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Phew…

As if a gust of wind had passed, the candles wrapped in the blanket bowed their heads for an instant.

After the old woman opened her eyes, the handkerchief she held in her palm curled and singed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving behind burn marks from the flames.

Entering the room, Lu Li smelled the ubiquitous scent of sulfur inside the cottage.

As the old woman began to speak, the sulfur smell in the room suddenly became thick and pungent.

It seemed the source of the black crow’s smell had been found.

“She’s not doing too well…”

The old woman told the anxiously waiting middle-aged man, handing back the scorched handkerchief over the candles to him with the slow cadence often used by the elderly, “She was a woman full of motherly love.

Let me tell you to take good care of the Hani Henry siblings.”

The middle-aged man received the handkerchief, and when he touched the old lady’s skin, he withdrew it quickly as if burned by fire, and asked with a forced laugh, “Where did she put the Liverworth Bank’s bank draft…

Did she tell you?”

“Inside Henry’s toy horse…” the old woman answered.

“Okay, thank you very much, thanks for your help…” the middle-aged man hastily bowed and said, hurrying past Lu Li to leave the Spiritual House.

The old woman’s ghastly pale eyes landed on Lu Li, those spectral, terrifying eyes lacking focus, yet they made one feel as if “I am being watched.”

“Hello young man, and…”

Her gaze fell beside Lu Li: “The beautiful resentful spirit girl.”

She could see Anna.

Anna, with her indifferent expression, slowly materialized, a defensive aura swirling around her and Lu Li.

The old woman smiled kindly, which was in complete contrast to the terror her eyes instilled, “Don’t be nervous, I am still a Spiritualist, seeing souls is easy for me.”

“So, do you wish to contact a dead friend, or relative?”

Lu Li approached the elderly lady, stopping outside the ring of candles, and took out his investigator’s badge to show the old woman, “Investigator Lu Li from the Ailen Peninsula, here to ask about some matters.”

Whatever Lu Li’s reservations about whether the old woman had actually entered hell, the temperature emanating from her was indeed astonishing.

But it could have just been simply the temperature of the candles.

“Of course, you may.” The old woman gestured for Lu Li to sit down on the chair.

“It’s been a while since an Exorcist from outside came to the town, about…

almost a week now.”

The old woman’s attempted jest did not elicit any response.

Lu Li did not sit down either, asking directly, “Have there been any suspicious outsiders coming to this town recently, or any suspicious events happening in the town?”

“Please wait, let me ask the town’s Guardians…” the old woman slowly replied, closing her eyes.

In the gloom, Lu Li felt as if something had appeared in the dimly lit Spiritual House illuminated only by candles.

It was somewhat like the consciousness of the Elm Forest, but even more ethereal and elusive, like the spirits of legend.

They lingered around the old woman, seemingly whispering secrets to her.

“Suspicious people and suspicious events…”

Then, the old woman began to slowly repeat the words she heard.

“Terrible…” “Rotten…” “All alive…” “The sweaters…” “Just two days ago…”

Key phrases were spoken out by the old woman, and after a few minutes, the surrounding spirit consciousnesses dispersed, and the old woman slowly opened her terror-inducing eyes, “Found it, that might be the person you’re looking for.

But he already died yesterday.”

“Died?”

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Lu Li immediately thought of the reason there were two blood-colored tentacles: the tentacles had found a new host.

“They told me about this…

a missing postman was found in a seaside cottage at the foot of the mountain two days ago, along with two innocent townspeople whom he had killed.

It started when he picked up a diary and then disappeared from his home the next day.

The police went mad after inadvertently looking at the diary while handling the case…

That was the source of contamination.”

The old woman said slowly, “If you want to know more details, you can go to the police station.

The people from the United Organization haven’t arrived yet, you have enough time to investigate, but be careful not to read that diary…”

She could tell that Lu Li had come to investigate privately.

“Thank you.”

Lu Li thanked her and planned to go to the police station for more information.

The old woman stopped him, her tone carrying a hint of appreciation, “Young man, you have the potential to become a spiritualist.

Are you interested in this?

It might be somewhat dangerous, but once you become a spiritualist, the boundary between life and death will become blurry in your eyes.”

“Not for now,” Lu Li replied.

However, at this moment, Anna, who usually remained silent to outsiders, took the initiative to ask, “Will his eyes become like yours if he becomes a spiritualist?”

“Why do you ask?” the old woman inquired.

Anna replied calmly, “I don’t want to see those eyes, as dark as the night, disappear.”

The old woman smiled, “Is that so…

of course, he can.

I am very pleased that the first ghostly spiritualist learned from me.”

“Then we’ll come to find you after we’ve dealt with our business,” Anna said.

Lu Li probably guessed Anna’s reason for wanting to learn about spiritualism and kept silent.

The old woman waved her hand, “It won’t be complicated, just a few words.”

“Just a few words?” Anna was somewhat skeptical.

“So this is a talent,” the old woman stated as if speaking a truth and then taught Anna how to become a spiritualist.

The method she spoke of was the same as what Tesla had once told Lu Li, and the core of it was “near-death.”

Since Anna was already dead, all she had to do was take an item belonging to the person she needed to find in hell, then reconstruct the scene of her death, and she would be able to go to hell.

If she wanted to return, she simply needed to dismantle the constructed environment.

After the old woman finished speaking, she noticed Lu Li looking at the torn scratches on her sleeve but spoke indifferently and kindly, “Those Inferior Demons are like pests, numerous and annoying, and they can also smell the scent of living beings.”

“What is your near-death construct?” Anna asked, her gaze falling on the suspicious wooden stool and basin within the circle of candles.

“There are two types of near-death—real and fake.

Real is those methods that will actually kill you, such as drowning, suffocating, or wrist-cutting.

The fake ones usually induce the deepest fear in the spiritualist’s heart, making them believe they will die…

this is the deathly scene I fear the most.”

The old woman explained, “When I was a young girl, I was captured by cultists, tied within an evil array, they slit my wrists to bleed me as a sacrifice to the Evil God.”

Only then did Lu Li notice, beneath the old woman’s torn sleeve, a scar that not even slack skin could conceal.

“Meow~”

An abrupt cat’s meow sounded as a black cat emerged from the darkness, leaping over the candles to sit beside the old woman.

The old woman stroked its head and smiled at Lu Li, “Just a very ordinary stray cat.

After the plant calamity, it had nothing to eat and came here.

A spiritualist and a black cat, quite a matching pair, don’t you think?”

“Alright, go on and do what you have to do.”