Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 706 - 706 Two hundred twenty-five

706: Two hundred twenty-five.

Fallen 706: Two hundred twenty-five.

Fallen Is this what makes the ghost sink into the abyss?

Anna savored it carefully.

Perhaps because her growing strength was never related to murder, or because she had more important concerns in her heart, it couldn’t make Anna sink into the abyss of satisfaction she had constructed.

Anna was resolute in this belief.

The old man’s body began to cool, and even if she did nothing, the body would become as cold as the wall in two to three hours.

What would Lu Li do?

Anna thought.

Then a piece of floor tile in the basement floated up, and the wet clay underneath was dug out by an invisible giant hand, creating a crude burial pit into which the old man was placed before being covered with soil.

Robbie Rudnev, who had spent his life with the printing machine, was buried beneath it.

After all this, Anna suppressed the discomfort of her newly dulled senses and silently printed more flyers.

A newspaper unfolded might be eighteen inches wide, or more.

But after printing two palm-sized flyers, there was still a large blank area left.

So Anna engraved it twice more on the blank area of the plate, and thus each newspaper had the same content three times over.

Stacked together, accumulating in a sufficient quantity, Anna’s invisible blade sliced through them, tripling the number of flyers as a result.

Anna couldn’t remember how many she had printed, only that an hour later, the printed flyers had filled nearly half the basement.

That would be enough.

Anna took all the flyers and an unopened bucket of ink, and flew hundreds of meters above Belfast.

Passing over the center of Belfast, near the South City District, she dropped the flyers from above.

Overcast Belfast skies fluttered with scattered snowflakes.

But more conspicuous than the snowflakes and certainly larger.

Anna, circling above, scattered tens of thousands of flyers and, with the remaining bucket of ink, flew to the Oak Street District.

She poured ink on the cobblestone road, creating an asphalt-like pitch-black, vast arrow pointing toward Oak Forest.

Having done everything, Anna didn’t leave right away but instead hid herself in the commercial district, quietly observing.

The scattered newspapers were not dense, with half of them landing on rooftops and many being soaked by puddles, but that didn’t matter much.

A gaunt hand stretched out from a chimney, grabbing a newspaper stuck on the outside and retracting back into darkness.

A branch reached out from the sewer, fishing back a wet newspaper.

Newspapers stuck on shop windows quietly passed through the glass, drifting toward the deep, unlit recesses.

Underneath the newspaper on the roof of a wooden house, a blood-red eyeball sprouted.

A little girl wandering the streets hummed a tune, picking up a newspaper that left behind the print of her dainty shoes.

The plan had succeeded.

They were looking at the flyers.

If they weren’t timid, they would never overlook that “arrogant” group of Heretics.

Quietly, Anna left, flickering between the Inner World and reality, shaking off any traces that could lead back to her.

Ten minutes later, Anna returned to the cliff top, immediately noticing the unusual atmosphere that differed from the norm.

Despite Lennon Islands being one of the few places safer than the cliff top these days, the vicinity of the Ruins of Belfast and the influence of the black sun over the Deep Sea, as well as the fact that everyone but Lu Li had died once, made it difficult to hear joy and laughter on the cliff top.

Although there wasn’t any now, everyone seemed to have become relaxed and cheerful.

Jimmy leaned his monstrous frame against the soft, plowed earth that had once borne crops, blowing in the sea breeze.

Raimy hummed a pleasant melody while checking the leaves for Annie.

Only Aidanvoya sat in front of the wooden house’s door, quietly weeping, but her expression showed more joy than sorrow.

Raimy was the first to notice Anna’s return.

Seeming to sense her confusion, she explained, “Your lover has become the wealthiest man.

So, do you have any good news on your end?”

She didn’t overstep by telling Anna what had happened; that was Lu Li’s job.

As if influenced by the atmosphere, Anna’s indifference softened somewhat, “Tens of thousands of flyers have already been scattered over half of Belfast.”

“A beautiful plan and execution,” Raimy couldn’t help but praise again.

“Not only will it thwart those guys’ conspiracy to get their hands on Belfast, but it will also reduce some of the weirdness.

However, be careful of the Evil God behind the Heretics seeking revenge.”

But this time it wasn’t handwritten, it would be difficult to trace back to them.

“What is Lu Li doing?”

“Seems like he’s measuring the cave,” Raimy answered, somewhat puzzled as to why Anna was asking her instead of going in.

Anna was worried that Robbie Rudnev’s affair would be exposed to Lu Li, although he likely knew nothing about it.

Not long ago, the rich emotions brought by her body hadn’t been completely withdrawn, and Anna entered the cave nervously.

Lu Li wasn’t measuring the cave.

He sat in an armchair by the fireplace, silently flipping through a book in the light of the fire and the oil lamp.

For some reason, Anna suddenly wanted to sneak up to Lu Li and cover his eyes, and then she did just that.

“Guess who I am?”

Unreal, pale hands covered Lu Li’s eyes because an aura of power was layered over the soul body, preventing her fingers from poking into Lu Li’s eyes and brain as they once did.

“Jimmy,” Lu Li calmly guessed.

“Hm?”

In the soft earth, lying against his Monster Avatar, Jimmy turned his head in confusion, feeling as if someone was calling him.

“You guessed wrong,” Anna whispered, releasing her hands, her cheeks growing softer.

Lu Li closed the “Voice of Tragedy,” which he had just flipped through a few pages of, and asked Anna, “How’s it going?”

Anna repeated what she had told Raimy and asked, “Raimy and the others are very happy, and they say that you’ve become the wealthiest man, what happened?”

Indeed, for a moment, Anna thought, “Lu Li became the wealthiest man because she was his most precious treasure,” but that clearly wasn’t Lu Li’s style.

“The price of Deep Sea Stone is exorbitant, and Ghost Prison now belongs to us,” Lu Li said, telling Anna about the events that took place at the cliff top during her absence.

“No wonder Aidanvoya was crying.”

Her emotions were somewhat out of control due to the longing for her husband and the sudden good news.

As for the “door” issue… Hopefully, there would be a way to resolve it.

There were three hours left before nightfall, during which Lu Li occasionally stepped out of the cave and used the telescope to gaze towards the other end of Belfast.

But it was too far, and he couldn’t see anything.

As night fell, the Jimmy Siblings, Aidanvoya, Amber, and the children all returned to the cave to protect Lu Li, in case some foolish creatures took the wrong path into Elm Forest.

Unfortunately, the Deep Sea Stone wouldn’t arrive until the next day, otherwise they might have felt a bit more at ease right now.

The calm of the night only lasted a few hours.

At 10 p.m., the skies above Sugard Mountain suddenly echoed with the dreadful howling cries of countless people.

The howling was erratic, sometimes seeming to reverberate in the distance, sometimes as if right outside the cave.

They moved around, and even once, rang out right outside the refuge, in front of Jimmy and Amber.

The children were frightened and hid in Amber’s arms, Jimmy hid behind his Monster Avatar, and even Lu Li was about to take out the Redemption.

Annie’s breath suddenly bloomed, enveloping the refuge and the cave.

The howling resonated in the cave for a while, then gradually faded, and never again came that close.

It wasn’t until midnight that the howling gradually subsided and the outside world returned to calm.

The residents of Elm Forest spent a sleepless night.