Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 529 - 529 Forty-eight

529: Forty-eight.

They are closely related.

529: Forty-eight.

They are closely related.

The strange, dazzling white light, like a sphere crashing into the world, filled the entire view.

The figure outside the church was swallowed by the light, and then there was Lu Li, who should not have existed in this space, sitting in the Confessional.

Lu Li squinted slightly, but found that the light was not blinding.

The Confessional vanished from sight, and Lu Li was left alone in a boundless white world seated on a wooden chair.

One fragmented scene after another unfolded before his eyes.

Lu Li could see the face of every individual and what was happening to them.

Olivia Kikan, who looked as old as fifty, walked out of the wooden cottage filled with the sound of her son’s coughs, entered the church, received a revelation from the blurred figure in the Confessional, and was then knocked dead by Viscount Rivis’s splendid carriage on a broad avenue.

Her cooling body lay with eyes wide open in reluctance, reflecting the entire world.

…

Green Pierce, with a scar stretching from between his brows to the corner of his mouth, was an ugly man, and his daughter was so beautiful she might not seem his own.

That didn’t matter.

What mattered was when he saw her being dragged into an alley by thugs from a nearby gang, an enraged Green Pierce gripped his axe tightly and rushed into the alley to hack at those who had laid hands on his daughter.

When the rage subsided, only two of the thugs were still capable of making pained groans.

Green Pierce dragged his daughter back home, and in his panic went to the church to beg for God’s forgiveness.

The blurry silhouette in the Confessional offered a chance for redemption, but before he could make amends, the gang thugs found Green and chopped off his head.

The rolling, bouncing head blinked, and everything froze on those eyes that held a desire for life.

…

The girl with freckles on her cheeks and healthy wheat-colored skin ran through the streets, with bulging items in her arms, pursued by shouting thugs.

The agile girl easily squeezed through the crowd, climbed the boxes on the walls outside a residence, and escaped to the rooftops, fleeing to another district.

She did not notice the thugs above who had spotted a girl similar to her and dragged her into an alley.

Meanwhile, the girl made her way back to the filthy, sewage-ridden streets, knocked on the wooden door of a small house by the roadside, and without a response, pushed open the door to enter the small cottage, where coughing was the only sound.

She pulled out the object she had been carrying—it was a bunch of entangled silver jewelry.

The girl set down the jewelry, tenderly stroked the head of the coughing little boy, and slipped out of the cottage.

“She’s over here!”

Shouts came from not far away, as several thugs pointed at the girl.

Startled, the girl turned to flee and arrived at the church.

As she appealed to the Confessional for help, two pieces of paper fluttered out.

She only managed to glance at them before escaping the church, hiding under the corner of a wall.

When those thugs rushed into the church, she took the opportunity to flee.

She stopped abruptly in the middle of a street, staring dumbfounded at the body under the carriage with eyes that could not close.

The gang thugs found her once more and took the chance to capture the distraught girl, bringing her back to their lair.

Confronting the boss’s malevolent gaze, the girl was pushed into the basement amid the sinister laughter of his men.

She knew what she was about to face, and at the moment the door closed, her eyes filled with a thick, sticky despair.

…

“You bastard who deceived me dare to show up in my house, in front of me!” Baron Rivis, with his thick mustache, reprimanded the dim-eyed, aged priest with inherent authority.

He did not even listen to why the priest had shown up there, and ordered his guards to throw him into the dungeon.

“What’s the matter, father?”

The voice of his daughter came from the room.

“That priest who deceived you had the audacity to come to my estate!” Baron Rivis said angrily.

The priest, upon hearing these words, wanted to explain, but the guard forcefully dragged him out of the hall, his murky eyes filled with a sense of powerlessness.

…

The simple and honest Jonah Peters held down the struggling wildcat, the tip of the knife made from a tin can poking into the screaming creature’s belly.

“What are you doing?” A gentle inquiry suddenly came from behind him.

The eyes of Jonah Peters, now fierce, turned to look at the face and then stared blankly, “It’s none of your business.”

The unmasked scrutiny made the girl in the wheelchair furrow her nonexistent brows, but she was more concerned about the poor kitty, “That’s not right, you shouldn’t harm an innocent life.”

The voice, as beautiful as music, compels Jonah Peters to heed the girl’s words, allowing the wildcat to escape.

Clearly, it wasn’t a good first meeting, but the two young people, who rarely interacted with others, thought it wasn’t too bad.

The girl seemed to have forgotten the cruel scene involving Jonah Peters moments before.

Jonah Peters didn’t mind the girl’s ugly appearance and crippled body, as if his eyes could see through human flesh, reaching the soul, whether filthy or pure.

He seemed to have taken a liking to her.

Jonah Peters wanted to do something for the girl.

He went into the basement and opened an old leather-bound tome.

Then, like an evil alchemist, he gathered human organs from outside and arranged them into strange shapes in the basement, as though summoning something, but sadly never succeeding.

As the number of his victims slowly increased, so too did the public’s panic.

The Police Station deployed more staff to the case, and Jonah Peters realized the police would soon trace the crimes to him.

With only the girl’s image left in his mind, Jonah thought of a chance to absolve himself of suspicion; he went to the church and, facing the figure in the Confessional, pinned everything he had done on his brother.

When Ole Peters was silently taken away by the police, Jonah, feeling his success was imminent, set fire to the church at dusk.

“I’m sorry…

but I must do this, you are not God, you can’t save us, nor can you save yourself…”

Outside the crying and screaming church, Jonah dropped the torch, his eyes reflecting the flames flickering with cruelty and pity.

…

Ole Peters and his brother were difficult for outsiders to tell apart.

Ole Peters had once hoped his brother would repent, but as Jonah’s wrongdoings escalated, Ole Peters didn’t want any more innocent people to die, yet he couldn’t bear to send his beloved brother to the gallows himself.

Helpless, he went to the church, seeking help from the shadowed figure in the Confessional.

Ole Peters, having received an answer, seemed to have made up his mind to save his brother from damnation.

Until the police appeared outside the church.

Ole Peters, holding the note, understood; it was Jonah who had impersonated him, and suddenly Ole felt relieved.

He couldn’t bear the sight of his brother’s neck bound by hemp rope, awaiting execution; he would rather it be himself.

So Ole Peters was taken away by the police without resistance, wishing to die in place of his brother, to atone for the deceased.

Those were eyes filled with guilt and longing.

…

The emerging images gradually faded in the pure white space, but something was still missing here.

The last scene was missing, the last Believer, the events that transpired with that girl.