Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 703 - 703 Two hundred twenty-two

703: Two hundred twenty-two.

The Origin of the Heir and the ‘Gate 703: Two hundred twenty-two.

The Origin of the Heir and the ‘Gate The Deep Sea Stones forming the Ghost Prison were about 500 to 600 cubic meters in size.

Lu Li would not leave over eighty percent of the Deep Sea Stones there.

Even selling 10 cubic meters was enough to make Lu Li the richest person in this land overnight.

“No need to store too much, there are few who can afford it,” the merchant replied succinctly.

“Can the other Deep Sea Stones be stored with you?

I allow you to sell them as long as you give me the corresponding recycling fee.”

“It’s possible.

For storage within ten years, the preservation fee is one percent of the item’s value, with full price compensation if damaged.

For indefinite storage, the preservation fee is ten percent of the item’s value, with full price compensation if damaged.

You can designate a beneficiary, and if there is no beneficiary, it will go to the three major organizations or the merchant himself.”

Storage was not free.

Moreover, if Lu Li wanted to store the extra Deep Sea Stones, he would have to pay a hefty price—half of what he had just earned would have to be returned to the merchant.

This did not seem worthwhile, the merchant’s background was unknown, and might not be fully trustworthy.

But Lu Li never doubted when it was not necessary to do so.

Handing them over to the merchant had more meaning than letting them erode on Seaview Cliff, and they would be available at any time: “I choose to store for ten years.

The beneficiaries are Anna, Raimy Jimmy, Aidanvoya, Mother of the Marsh, Tesla…”

Lu Li included everyone he knew in the list of beneficiaries.

If something happened to him, these beneficiaries would inherit a considerable fortune.

A fortune that would allow them not to worry about food and supplies in the apocalypse.

“9 billion 750 million 500 thousand contribution points…

that is your contribution points count,” the merchant spoke, revealing a staggering number.

“We will deduct the storage fees after calculating the Deep Sea Stones, do you have any other transactions?”

“Will contribution points depreciate in the future?” Lu Li did not answer but instead asked.

“Contribution points won’t, but goods will,” the merchant said.

That was inflation.

As time passed, as survivors’ hope grew dimmer day by day, goods would become increasingly expensive.

However, Lu Li did not need to worry about this, nearly 5 billion contribution points were enough for him to use until the day he died.

“This is the second matter,” Lu Li handed over an envelope prepared before the merchant’s arrival.

“Please send this to the Exorcist Association, or convey the contents to them and get a reply.”

“10 contribution points.” The letter-sending service seemed surprisingly cheap.

Lu Li pondered: “How much to send a letter to the Barren Lands?”

“25 contribution points.”

“And to the Lennon Islands?”

“Also 25 contribution points.”

“The same price despite the different distances?”

“The Lennon Islands are safer,” the merchant replied, tucking the envelope into his coat pocket, not intending to continue answering.

“Any more transactions?”

“Indeed, there is one more,” Lu Li took out a folded piece of paper, but did not place it in an envelope.

“A few months ago I encountered a source of pollution which I could not get rid of, and it grew worse.

Information and characteristics about it are written on this paper, hand it to any existence that can solve this source of pollution, let them name their price.”

The confidence came from those 5 billion contribution points and 500 cubic meters of Deep Sea Stone.

Unexpectedly, the merchant picked up the piece of paper, paused for a few seconds, then unfolded it.

After reading for a moment, he looked up from the paper: “There’s nothing written here.”

Lu Li raised the oil lamp, and the faint dried ink traces on the back of the thin paper came into view: “I wrote a lot.”

“Perhaps it has chosen you, invisible to outsiders,” the merchant theorized, this not being part of a transaction because it did not seek compensation.

“But Anna knows about it…

I can try to describe it to you,” Lu Li said.

With the merchant’s agreement, he called outside the shelter: “Raimy, you and Aidanvoya leave the cave first.”

Once they had left, Lu Li told the merchant everything he knew about the “door,” including the initial journal and the “door” encountered in the sewer.

After listening, the merchant maintained a quiet demeanor, watching Lu Li: “Is that everything?”

Its reaction was unsettling.

After Lu Li nodded, the merchant’s indifferent voice spoke, “We don’t have any memory of you speaking from six to eighty-nine seconds ago.

You were just standing there, motionless.”

Could the merchant also be unaware of the “door”?

But why could Anna know… because she was the closest to him?

Lu Li didn’t give up on solving the “door” and continued to inquire, “What could achieve this, I need specifics.”

“Five hundred contribution points,” the merchant quoted a price that Lu Li could ignore.

“Powerful Evil God, Ancient Gods, Ancient God, master of the Inner World interlayer, vast existence of the cosmos, and the curse type of the oddities themselves.”

“Can you distinguish which kind I have encountered?” Lu Li asked.

“Perhaps, but the cost is high.”

“Can I afford it?”

“You can.”

“Then that’s settled, how do you want to proceed?”

If he could resolve the “door” haunting him, Lu Li wouldn’t mind spending the easily earned contribution points again.

“The trade requires mutual agreement.

If it agrees to the trade, you can go and check the source of the curse.”

Lu Li noticed the merchant’s use of “it.” Another evil spirit like Old Micklos?

“It can’t come here?”

“It can’t move.”

“Who is it?”

Perhaps because Lu Li was a major client, or perhaps because he was involved in this transaction, the merchant disclosed the existence of the other party: “Soul Tree.”

It seemed a name he had heard long ago.

Lu Li indeed had brief contact with it—specifically, with its branches.

That was back when he was preparing to join the investigators.

Lu Li had used the branches of the Soul Tree to visualize his Sanity Value.

“How long will it take?” Lu Li asked.

“No longer than the day after tomorrow.

Do you have any other transactions?”

“No, that’s all.”

The supplies at the refuge point were sufficient for several months, and Lu Li’s contribution points allowed him to luxuriously multiply the overflow price for goods, so there was no need to hoard anything else.

The merchant left the cliff top.

Shortly after, Raimy and Aidanvoya came in and asked, “What happened?”

Lu Li shared the news that he had sold the Deep Sea Stone for a great amount of wealth with them.

It was Aidanvoya who was the most excited, but for another reason, “I heard they can trade anything… can we contact the shelter?

Or send a letter!”

“It will come back tomorrow, and I will ask it then,” Lu Li responded, knowing Aidanvoya wanted to contact her husband.

“Thank you… thank you, Mr.

Luli… even if it’s not possible, I appreciate it very much,” Aidanvoya said with a muffled voice, her emotions overtaking her.

She apologized, quickly left the cave, and hastened back to the cottage.

With a sigh, Raimy withdrew her gaze, “Is there bad news too?”

If it were just this matter, there was no reason to send them out.

Lu Li stated calmly, “The curse on me, the merchant can’t resolve it.

We can only investigate the source first.”

Raimy knew about the curse, but unfortunately, even her role as a “scholar” couldn’t help Lu Li.

Hopefully, the merchant would bring good news…