Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 530 - 530 Forty-nine

530: Forty-nine.

The last person’s story 530: Forty-nine.

The last person’s story In an endless expanse of pure white space, there was only a wooden chair and Lu Li sitting on it.

Lu Li waited quietly, knowing the test would ultimately reveal everything to him.

Then, the confessional suddenly enveloped Lu Li and the wooden chair again, standing abruptly in this pure white space.

Spots of vibrant colors painted the white space like an oil painting—the outer walls of the church, the stained glass, the pews, and the dim, scattered light.

When everything returned to normal, the soothing sound of an organ flowed through the church once more.

But this scene wasn’t completely restored; outside the wooden wall in front of Lu Li, blurred and mottled scenes began to change.

It could be pushed open.

A thought suddenly emerged in his mind, and with that, Lu Li reached out to push the wooden wall.

It wasn’t a window, nor did the wooden wall of the confessional collapse due to Lu Li’s push.

Yet, it was as though Lu Li had actually pushed open a window, the blurred scene suddenly becoming clear: Baron Rivis was pushing a wheelchair, making his way through a desolate cemetery toward a grand carriage at the end of the path.

Lu Li noticed that no plants grew in the cemetery, and the trees had long since died.

The views revealed by the other wooden walls were still of the church and the organ, only the one in front of him was changing, and this tearing scene gave Lu Li an instinctual feeling of dizziness.

Lu Li, like overcoming illusions and hallucinations, mastered this dizziness and watched quietly.

“What was written on that paper?” Rivis saw the maid help his daughter into the carriage, still holding that rough piece of paper in her hand.

“Some things you wouldn’t believe…

I want to verify them before telling you,”

the girl said.

“If it’s some trick played by the church, don’t believe it,” Viscount Rivis’s brown eyes turned grim.

“If there really were a divinity, how could it allow its most devout believer to suffer this adversity, and let her child despairingly—”

“It’s all in the past, Father,”

the gentle voice of an angel rang in his ear.

Rivis gradually calmed down, the Viscount, whose mere mention scared others, smiled tenderly at his daughter before stepping into the carriage to return to the mansion.

The girl returned to her own bedroom and quietly flipped through a book titled “Mainland Geological Record of the Main Family” after speaking something to the maid.

At some point, the maid entered the bedroom, speaking softly to the girl that the Viscount planned to leave.

The girl placed a bookmark in the book, closed it, and asked the maid to take her to her father.

Viscount Rivis descended from the staircase to find his daughter in the hall, who asked him, “May I come along?”

“Of course,”

Viscount Rivis was pleased that his daughter wished to get out and about, even though he was going to meet an old friend this time.

With his daughter in tow, the Viscount’s carriage drove out of the quiet estate.

The girl, sitting in front of the carriage door, pushed open a corner to observe the outside.

It was odd to Viscount Rivis how outgoing his daughter seemed.

Stranger still was when, after a while, she suddenly asked the coachman to pull the reins.

A woman, who had darted into the middle of the road with arms outstretched, stood breathing heavily, her chest heaving with fright.

The coachman too was startled, barely avoiding a collision as his attention had lapsed.

“Are you Lady Olivia?” the girl asked in a gentle tone.

Still recovering from her shock, Olivia gasped, “I am…

”

“Please come aboard the carriage,” the girl said with a gentle nod.

Turning back, the girl finally responded to her father’s puzzled look, “It was the church…

the priest told me.”

She handed that rough piece of paper to her father.

Viscount Rivis quickly scanned the paper, his eyes twitching as he struggled to control his emotions and not tear the document apart, “You actually believe the word of those who claim to be servants of Divinity…”

“Perhaps this is a farce contrived by those Believers!” Rivis pointed at Olivia, who was fearfully being helped onto the carriage by the Coachman, “This woman is deceiving you!”

“I haven’t…

I…

my child…”

“Be quiet!”

“Father, do not direct your anger at others.”

A gentle breeze extinguished the flames, and the young girl shook her head, then inquired about Olivia’s child.

Olivia hurriedly said, “I…

my child has asthma.

I went to the church to pray, and he told me to find a doctor or a noble to help, and then I…”

“Just as I said, nothing but a pack of ugly deceivers!” Viscount Rivis’s expression darkened.

“Father.”

The girl said helplessly, trying to dispel her father’s prejudice, “If not for the contents of the paper, Lady Olivia would have already been hit by the carriage.”

Viscount Rivis’s gaze fell on the Coachman, “I don’t think my Coachman would be foolish enough to hit a pedestrian.”

The Coachman bowed his head, breaking out in a cold sweat, not daring to speak…

because if it weren’t for the young lady’s warning, he had already nearly collided with this lady due to being distracted.

Viscount Rivis, guessing what had happened, snorted coldly and looked away.

“I want to verify other matters, let’s part here,” the young girl said, having a maid help her off the carriage.

“I will accompany you to see what those deceivers are up to,” said Viscount Rivis.

“You still have to meet an old friend.”

“Let him wait.”

Though she felt helpless, her father’s accompaniment indeed brought some convenience.

Viscount Rivis snorted coldly, instructing a guard to follow Olivia home to take her son to the best clinic, while he and his daughter headed to the Police Station, per the instructions on the paper.

Viscount Rivis found it difficult to speak, so the girl told the chief of the Police Station that the Gut Cutter was actually Jonah Peters, and Ole Peters, who they had arrested at the church, was innocent.

With Rivis’s stern face supporting the claim, the chief agreed to release Jonah.

However, before that, they planned to use Ole Peters to set a trap to lure the hidden Jonah out.

Jonah Peters, who had betrayed his brother, had no reason not to come to the gallows to see his brother for the last time.

After leaving the Police Station, the carriage of Viscount Rivis’s Mansion headed directly to another civilian area.

“Now do you believe, Father?”

“Hmph.”

Viscount Rivis snorted coldly, remaining silent.

Following the description on the paper, they arrived at the most likely place for the event: the headquarters of a gang.

They arrived just in time.

Not long after entering this tavern, some thugs dragged in a middle-aged man covered in blood.

The leader, who was respectfully and fearfully attending to the Viscount, stiffened upon seeing the young girl looking at the middle-aged man and asked softly, “Are you Green Pierce?”

The supported middle-aged man struggled to open one blood-seeping eye.

“Can we take him to receive treatment?” the young girl frowned and said to the leader.

“Of course, Miss, which of you scoundrels dared to lay hands on my guest!

Hurry and take him to the clinic!” the leader, unaware of their relationship, quickly scolded his subordinates.

“Thank you, and one more thing,” the girl in the wheelchair said gently, “A girl stole something from you this morning, have you found her?”

The leader’s body suddenly stiffened.