Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 608 - 608 127

608: 127.

Best Friends 608: 127.

Best Friends Not long after Lu Li and Anna left the priest, a luxurious carriage bearing the Levis Family crest stopped outside the church graveyard.

Viscount Rivis pushed a wheelchair into the church, a faint glow cloaking his figure and that of his daughter.

“I’ve completed your instructions.

Can you answer some questions now?” Mary gazed at the figure in the confessional and asked softly.

To the girl’s dismay, there was no reply from the confessional.

Viscount Rivis walked away and inquired about the priest in the confessional from a nun.

The nun blankly replied that there was only one priest in the church and that the confessional had been unoccupied for a long time.

Getting the answer, Viscount Rivis silently returned to his daughter’s side, then suddenly walked to the side of the confessional and abruptly pulled the wooden door—

The confessional was empty.

“There’s no one inside,” he said.

“Do you recognize this handwriting?”

Mary took out the stack of coarse paper, her movement suddenly halting.

She found them blank as if nothing had ever been written.

Viscount Rivis took the sheets of paper from his daughter’s hand.

The blank paper bore no trace, as if it had been blank from the beginning.

This was clearly not some simple foolish trick used by the clergy, Viscount Rivis thought.

“The words have disappeared…” Mary murmured, whispering softly.

“But you couldn’t possibly appear and disappear without reason…

perhaps one day in the future, you will appear again…”

Just at that moment, a figure suddenly burst into the church, rousing the contemplative father and daughter.

A priest dressed in a long church robe excitedly approached Mary and handed her a box of cigarettes.

The gesture by the priest toward the girl in the wheelchair was puzzling until the priest spoke.

“He asked me to give this to you and to tell you that smoking won’t make you forget troubles.”

…

On the bustling streets, Anna pushed Lu Li’s wheelchair slowly forward.

“Why not let those hooligans trouble us,” Anna said.

She could easily control the group of hooligans, making them scurry away with their tails between their legs.

Being an Observer was not always smooth sailing.

For instance, the Nameless Girl who had fled to the church was hiding when the gangsters following her broke into the church to search.

Anna, draped in a black robe, attracted suspicion, bringing trivial trouble.

Anna could have easily dealt with them, but Lu Li merely took off his holster and placed it on a nearby bench.

The Exorcist had previously removed his veil of mystery, and people had long recognized what the flintlock pistol-styled Spirit-Calling Gun meant; therefore, the hooligans dared not approach and hastily left after a brief check of the church.

“It would disrupt things,” Lu Li replied.

“What would happen if we disrupt the story?” Anna asked, interested in this sort of fatalism.

“If we analyze this scene logically,” Masu mechanistically simplified the explanation: “All gears operate normally until one breaks, afterward the gears will lose their power because of the damaged gear.”

Clearly, reality was more complex.

“Interesting…” Anna murmured to herself.

Today’s experiences made her feel that fate was like countless threads.

Straight, twisted, entangled—they could be changed at will; the higher one is on the thread, the greater the change.

If one could control these threads…

It took a long while before Anna came back to her senses and continued, “It happens to coincide with our arrival to Tafeng City, could it be a coincidence?”

Lu Li shook his head: “That doesn’t matter.”

Either way, it was just a random arrangement by that existence.

Luckily, from Lu Li’s experiences, it bore no malice toward Lu Li, or even humanity.

It even occasionally avoided stepping on him, placing a randomly caught little bug in front of Lu Li as a reward.

Lu Li didn’t scurry away in panic like most ants, but rather tracked the scent of food to the cabin and received the reward granted by existence.

As he pondered, Tafeng City Police Station appeared before him.

Upon entering the police station, Lu Li revealed his identity to the officers and requested to see the Gut Hunter.

Viscount Levis and his daughter had recently visited the prison, so the officer naturally allowed Lu Li to enter the dungeon, while anxiously wondering whether the Gut Hunter was related to something sinister.

In the deepest, cold, and damp part of the underground prison, Lu Li saw Jonah Peters, bound by heavy iron chains.

He stood with his back to the bars, his form swaying slightly.

The nursery rhyme humming from his lips carried a dark and ominous aura.

The officer’s scalp tingled as he knocked on the bars with his baton, warning Jonah Peters to be quiet.

Jonah Peters slowly turned his head.

Gloomy and indifferent, his face told it all, as if he didn’t care about anything.

This state was not something formed from a brief experience; perhaps he had always been like this, just no longer needing to hide.

The officer momentarily left, leaving only Lu Li, Anna, and Jonah Peters in the prison.

“Who are you?” Jonah Peters sized up Lu Li, his gaze falling on the silhouette of the black robe behind him, his pupils contracting and suddenly turning away.

A beast-like instinct told him that the presence of the black robe was as dangerous as a steel needle poised before his eyeball.

“The instigator.” Lu Li observed Jonah Peters, “Where have you placed that ancient manuscript?”

“Let me out, and I’ll hand it over to you.”

“Impossible.”

Jonah Peters was different from ordinary people; he was like a born cold-blooded predator.

No pity, no emotions.

Only Mary made his blood warm, yet she also personally sent him to the gallows.

“Forgive my bluntness, but I don’t think you would care for that tattered book,” Jonah Peters used “you” in his speech, his keenness surpassing many an exorcist.

“Just helping a girl recover.” Lu Li replied.

“You mean Mary?” Jonah Peters’s tone shifted slightly.

Anna thought he would hate Mary, but contrary to her expectations, Jonah Peters eagerly and almost pleadingly crawled to the bars with the clanking of his chains and shouted, “It’s hidden in the wooden box under my bed!

Promise me, let her recover!”

“I’ll do my best.”

Having obtained the information he wanted, Lu Li didn’t stay any longer and was rolled out of the dungeon by Anna.

Behind him, the sound of chains rattling continuously no longer sounded heavy but filled with pleasure and cheer.

About ten minutes later, the Levis family carriage arrived at the dungeon.

“Did someone just visit?” Standing before the prison, Viscount Levis asked powerfully.

A breeze fluttered by, and no one paid attention.

Only the wind carried the voice deep into the dungeon.

The nervous officer replied, “Uh…

yes, my lord, a gentleman claiming to be an exorcist came to see Jonah Peters.”

“Where did he go?”

“I don’t know, but the gentleman asked for Jonah Peters’s address, maybe…”

Viscount Levis nodded, pushing Mary and turning to leave the dungeon.

“Goodbye!

My dear Miss Mary!”

Faintly, a shout echoed from deep within the dungeon.

“Goodbye, Jonah…”

Seated in her wheelchair, Mary murmured with downcast eyes.