Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 653 - 653 172

653: 172.

Disagreement 653: 172.

Disagreement “Adam might have been wrong.”

In the swaying carriage, Anna’s face showed displeasure toward the male protagonist, “Sara did so much for him, she even sacrificed herself.”

“That’s a twisted and deformed love.” Lu Li ripped up a note and stretched it out of the carriage, letting it be thrown behind by the galloping vehicle.

Both visually and psychologically.

Being sensually occupied due to her body, Anna found it difficult to see the rational side—indeed, a qualified story could cover up the darkness behind it.

Just like no one cares about the Spirit whose precious treasures were stolen by the protagonist in fairy tales.

“If Adam had been firm enough, he could have refused Sara’s resurrection at the beginning, instead of starting to feel weary of his other half after a hundred years.”

Anna’s gaze at Lu Li was like that of a wounded deer, helpless yet faintly pleading, “Time wears everything down…

doesn’t it?”

Even lovers who are willing to give their all to each other will eventually fade away.

“Perhaps.”

Lu Li realized that after possessing a body, Anna was moving from one extreme to another.

He tried to make some changes, “Tragic love is no excuse for making others pay the price.

Among those who died at their hands were also lovers and spouses.”

Anna said nothing more, lost in her thoughts.

Lu Li considered whether to invent a love story of victims to detach Anna from the story of Sara and Adam.

As they neared the Echo Church, a soft and warm palm suddenly rested on Lu Li’s abdomen, gently stroking it.

Even through a layer of shirt, Anna could feel the uneven scars on his abdomen.

“You’re right…

they must pay for what they’ve done,” she murmured softly.

Anna still lacked empathy for the victims, but the result was the same; she began to loathe Adam and Sara because of the injuries Lu Li had suffered.

…

Shupskin District.

The streets were crowded with many people; the carriage was blocked at the street corner, moving slowly.

A barely perceptible smell of blood permeated the air of the long street, some figures’ clothes stained with blood, their faces covered with bits of flesh.

Lu Li stopped a passerby to inquire, who only smiled and told Lu Li he was late, the gathering had already ended.

The crowd gradually dispersed, the carriage drove into the street, eventually stopping in front of the graveyard of Echo Church.

The spire’s Divine Statue still looked pitiful, and Anna, who followed Lu Li out of the carriage, turned back to look at the long street, where many resentful Spectres still lingered, waiting.

Entering the empty church, the robed figures that had filled the benches not long before seemed like mere bubbles of illusion.

Lu Li searched the church but could not find any survivors or clues, though outside, the graves had been covered up, and two rows of simple wooden tombstones stood erect.

[Grek Tarantino]

[Haysha Alucald]

[Joseph Yanes]

[Keilan Emma]

These martyrs knew what was going to happen, yet they did not turn back.

Lu Li returned to the church, placed a vase with faux sunflowers next to Keilan Emma’s tombstone, and left the place with Lu Li.

Before they left, some ravenous figures were already kneeling in the cemetery, digging up the buried bones.

They might disturb those newly erected tombstones, but Lu Li knew they were empty inside.

They wouldn’t care about their graves being desecrated, just as they didn’t care about their own lives.

“Where to next, continue searching for other survivors?” Anna asked.

Lu Li thought quietly.

…

“That piece of bread is mine,” York complained loudly across the dining table to Webb.

After becoming acquainted, they quickly became friends.

“I’m the one who found it,” Webb said as he spread a nearly expired, half-jar of red jam on the bread slice.

Fear and sadness made him temporarily forget his hunger.

But then, as safety settled in, hunger surged back fiercely.

“The jam was found by me too,” York leaned in and snatched back the remaining jam.

Webb shrugged indifferently and took a big bite of the bread smeared with jam.

Aside from two pairs of mothers and daughters who had gone upstairs to the bedrooms due to exhaustion, the other survivors were in the ground floor clothing store, amusingly watching York and Webb bicker like two competitive teenagers.

The scene indeed allowed those tense in spirit to relax—until the wooden door of the clothing store was knocked.

Knock—knock—knock—

The slow knocking sound, like the chill winds of deep winter, froze every sound and expression within the store.

Webb moved closer to the display window at the table and then gestured to Gemini Reed by the fireplace.

The gesture indicated a stranger at the door.

“People without identities, hide upstairs!” Gemini Reed whispered loudly to everyone, urging them to run upstairs.

Knock—knock—knock—

The mechanical second round of knocking came.

Gemini Reed picked up a bucket full of wet mud and poured it into the fireplace; a “hissing” sound issued as the warm fire was smothered by the mud.

Webb, without any reluctance, threw his precious bread into the trash and stood up to pretend to browse clothes by the coat rack.

As the chaotic footsteps from the second floor finally faded, Gemini Reed slipped back in front of the counter, pinned a bow tie at his collar, and then signaled the “waiter” York to open the door.

Knock—

The third knock had just sounded when York opened the door, mimicking the smiling demeanor of the waiter he saw regularly, he said, “Welcome, what clothes would you like to buy?”

York’s imitation wasn’t very convincing; his facial muscles twitched due to nervousness.

However, this actually made him look like “an oddity trying to disguise as human but not quite managing,” which could fool many less suspicious oddities.

This time, however, the visitor was different.

Tick-tock—tick-tock—

The tall figure at the door bowed his head, his face hidden in shadow under the brim of his hat.

It wasn’t raining outside, yet strangely, water continuously dripped down from him, gathering into a small pool by his shoes.

York felt an indescribable pressure emanating from this terrifying tall man, making it difficult for him to breathe or speak.

An eerie silence was fermenting.

Behind the counter, Gemini Reed grew uneasy and signaled to another “waiter” Yiwo for help.

Just as Yiwo stood up, a familiar, calm voice sounded from behind the tall man.

“There you are again, come in and warm up,” it said.

York suddenly relaxed, following the voice to clear the doorway.

The dark-shadowed tall figure maintained his silence, then abruptly turned and left.

By the door, Lu Li and Anna watched as he left a trail of wet footprints, disappearing into the distance.

“Was he an oddity too?” York asked boldly, peering out.

“A spirit, an Uninvited Guest,” Lu Li turned back inside the clothing store.

“I remember now,” Gemini Reed suddenly realized.

“It was really him…”

In that moment, he hadn’t connected him with the Uninvited Guests because there were too many oddities around.