Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 51 - 51 Fifty-one

51: Fifty-one.

Brain lantern 51: Fifty-one.

Brain lantern Richard didn’t know how to respond, so he didn’t: “Well then, it was nice meeting you, and uh…

goodbye.”

Richard blinked, closing the iron gate.

His face appeared through the grill above the iron gate: “My good brother will come for you later.

He’s not very coherent at the moment, not not not that he’s not clear…

In short, if I stayed inside, he might treat me as a container too, so just to be on the safe side…

Alright, I’ve said enough.”

He locked the iron gate from the outside, and his footsteps gradually faded away.

The surgery room fell silent.

Lu Li tilted his head, looking at that cup of burning brain, then lowered his head, trying to shake his hands, only to find that the restraint on his right wrist was severely damaged, and with force, he pulled it off along with the restraint.

Perhaps because of the iron gate, Richard did not care whether the hospital bed was secure.

Not rushing to untie the strap on his wrist, Lu Li successively unfastened the restraints around his waist and legs.

After the last restraint was undone, Lu Li turned to untie the restraint on his left hand when suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed again in the corridor outside the iron gate.

Lu Li lay back down, casually draping the restraints over himself.

A dozen seconds later, Richard, who had returned, appeared behind the door.

He peered in through the grill with a suspicious look, and shouted fiercely, “Did you just get up?!”

“No.” Lu Li raised his arm, showing the restraint on his wrist to him: “It’s still tied to my hand.”

“Good…”

Richard nodded in satisfaction, then froze with a stiff smile.

“Wait a second…”

Sitting up, Lu Li’s feet hit the floor as he sat sideways on the hospital bed, moving his wrists and said, “You should replace this hospital bed, it’s not very secure.”

“Damn…

it doesn’t matter, this isn’t important, you can’t open this door.” A fleeting shadow of gloom passed, and the masked man started to sneer,

“Of course I can’t open it.” Lu Li nodded earnestly, his shirt suddenly taut beneath his overcoat.

Lu Li took a deep breath, and the next moment he yelled out, “Help!!!”

The cry echoed through the surgery room, drifting out into the corridor.

Richard was dumbfounded; he could not imagine someone shouting for help with such righteousness and brazen transparency.

Such a momentum should be paired with impactful words like “There’s no escape for you now” or “Kill him.”

In any case, when Richard came to his senses and wanted to mock Lu Li for the uselessness of his actions, a continuous questioning sound came from afar to near.

“What’s going on what’s going on what’s going on what’s going on what’s going on—”

Anna floated down from the gaps in the dilapidated ceiling above.

“Why is there a ghost here!”

The masked man yelled in shock.

He was as decisive as Stephen; upon witnessing the bad turn of events, he fled without looking back.

“What’s happening?

Who is that guy?

Was it you or him who yelled for help?” Anna was still unclear about the situation.

Lu Li took off the restraint on his right wrist and stood up saying, “You go catch him and open the door while you’re at it.”

“Eh…

alright, leave it to me.”

Anna thought it was interesting, nodded with a victory smile, and turned to chase after Richard through the iron gate.

At the same time, with a clang, the door lock fell to the ground.

The iron gate, which couldn’t be fully closed, was left ajar.

Anna could pick locks across an entire block.

Lu Li still sat on the hospital bed, calmly undoing the restraint on his wrist, reaching his hand towards the back of his head.

A large swelling had formed on the back of his head, sticky to the touch—there was no need to look to know it was blood.

He carelessly wiped it on his shirt, leaving behind several bloodstains, then moved to the cabinet to pack up the items on the desk, one by one.

Beneath the hand-held lamp, Lu Li’s shadow stretched long and thin.

He picked up the Spirit-Calling Gun, opened the chamber to check it, then clicked it shut again.

Suddenly, he turned his head, his gaze falling on a corner near the operating table.

The moment he came into brief contact with the Spirit-Calling Gun, Lu Li sensed an aura spreading around him.

Almost instantly, Lu Li linked the emergence of the aura to the brain lamp.

“So this is what Richard meant…

summoning a spirit and then letting it deal with me…” Placing the Spirit-Calling Gun back into its holster, Lu Li lifted the hand-held lamp high.

There was nowhere for the darkness to hide, and the previously pitch-black corner now revealed an opening.

Digging marks were left on its edges, and the extent of the hole was unknown.

The aura was seeping out from within it.

The door was already open, but Lu Li had no immediate desire to leave the place.

The reason was simple: the strength of the aura was limited, and Lu Li did not want to miss out on this “nourishment.”

Somewhere deep within the hole, something seemed to be wriggling—seconds later, a plump head appeared at the edge of the opening.

It appeared to be humanoid, with snow-white skin devoid of hair, layers of fat gathered upon each other so much so that even the facial features were hidden within.

Logically, with the head having such difficulty squeezing out, the body should not have been able to follow.

Yet the mass of fat wriggled as if boneless, oozing from the hole into the operating room, piling up in a corner, gradually taking shape.

Spirits mostly maintained the state from the moment before their death, but this one seemed different…

Waves of flesh began to coalesce into a humanoid form.

It wasn’t fully out yet, but the spacious operating room now felt cramped.

Lu Li subconsciously lowered his head to look at the Spirit-Calling Gun.

It seemed to tell him that the gun would likely struggle to deal significant damage to such a large entity.

Pop~

Amid a strangely comforting sound, an eyeball veined with blood squeezed out from the flesh waves, fixing its gaze on Lu Li.

A harsh, muffled voice emanated from the mass of flesh.

“Is this…

my…

body…

I like it…

very much,” the mass of flesh expressed its joy with tumbling motions.

“Thank you…

for bringing it…

to me…”

“You’re welcome, but how about a little appetizer before the main course?” Lu Li replied, no longer willing to watch.

Not only because the mass hadn’t fully emerged, but also because seeing more might put him off eating meat for a good while.

Lu Li scanned his surroundings, then headed towards the corner behind the door where various items were piled up.

A broom…

too light.

A scalpel…

too small.

A water pipe…

too short.

Dismissing the apparently useful weapons, Lu Li’s gaze suddenly fell on the radiator placed against the wall.

The pipes connecting both sides of the radiator had broken off, and the radiator itself, connected to half a meter long iron pipe, resembled an oversized cleaver—with the addition of several tens of kilograms in weight.

What could be a better weapon than this?

While flesh waves churned behind him, Lu Li grasped the iron pipe with both hands and dragged it along.

Muddy rust-water leaked from the lower end, leaving behind a meandering wet trail.

A grating noise followed Lu Li.

He walked up to where the flesh was rolling by the corner, the latter still struggling to free its body from the narrow opening.

But until it was fully out, it was merely a stuck target, unable to move.

Lu Li’s hands, which were holding the iron pipe, suddenly tightened.

The shirt sleeves bulged with the contour of his muscles as he forcefully lifted the heavy radiator like a giant hammer and brought it crashing down!