Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 745 - 745 264

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The young Demon Slayer halted due to setbacks 745: 264.

The young Demon Slayer halted due to setbacks A wooden boat was stranded on the shore.

Crash—crash—

The tide washed over the pebble beach, sounding like a beast licking water.

A few figures appeared over the hill not far away.

“There’s someone in the boat!” an exclamation rang out.

Abiloch cursed under his breath: “Fool, there’s no way anyone’s alive.

That’s a monster, we should turn back now.”

“You’re the fool,” Giles retorted defiantly, “that’s where we get water.

Do you want the town to die of thirst?

The monster isn’t moving, we should take the chance to destroy it.”

Abiloch didn’t argue with the childlike Giles and looked to the silent woman: “Big Sis, should we go back and call the townspeople for help?”

“It might be too late.”

With brown hair tied back, a centipede-like scar angled from her brow to her mouth, the sturdy woman gripped a spear, leapt over the hill, and crept like a leopard, silent towards the pebble beach until the wooden boat was within her spear-throwing range.

Abiloch and Giles followed behind, raising their spears, ready to throw alongside Big Sis.

But after a few seconds of waiting, Big Sis lowered her arm instead: “Put the spear down, it seems to be a person.”

“It could be a monster that looks like a person.”

Giles reminded Big Sis, giving Abiloch a look.

They bickered daily but never lost their synchronization.

Abiloch nodded slightly and stepped forward to block Big Sis.

“Giles, have you forgotten that you wet the bed at eight?” Big Sis sneered, “I haven’t been fooled by strangeness, get out of the way.”

“Do you remember that incident three years ago?” Giles asked as he stared at her.

“You dare bring that up?” Big Sis’s tone turned cold, her bronze-colored arm gripping the spear showing veins.

Giles breathed a sigh of relief; it was still their Big Sis.

“We’re just worried you’ve been influenced by the strangeness.” Abiloch laughed nervously, pushing them away to avoid getting hit if Big Sis lost control.

“You can all stay clear-headed, but I can’t?” The centipede on her face twisted as Big Sis smiled, not too kindly.

“Of course, of course…” Giles also chuckled awkwardly, moving aside.

The three approached the stranded wooden boat.

Just as Big Sis said, scrunched up in the boat bottom was a figure, wearing the trench coat and shirt associated with people from big cities.

“His hair is black…” Giles unconsciously gripped his spear.

Big Sis observed the calm, handsome face and said: “He might be a survivor.

It’s getting dark; we must take him back.”

Abiloch had no objections; Giles found it unsettling, but the man’s chest rising under his shirt confirmed he was human.

Worried that Primordial Demons might linger by the shore, the three dragged the wooden boat away from Mirror Lake before Big Sis hefted the unconscious man like carrying cargo over her shoulder.

“What’s this?” Abiloch picked up a holster that had slipped off the man’s waist and fallen into the pebbles.

“I know it!

People from those big cities call it a musket, it’s more powerful than a bow.” Giles exclaimed, instructing Abiloch to open the holster and reach for the Spirit-Calling Gun.

Smack—

Big Sis slapped his wrist away and took the holster: “Don’t fiddle with other people’s stuff.”

“More powerful than a bow?”

Abiloch touched the longbow on his back.

Helen Town was an isolated town; most of its youth had never left.

“Well, that’s what those who’ve returned say.” Giles hesitated a bit.

He expected a musket to be a weapon about the size of a longbow, but it looked so small…

“Alright, the old man is still waiting for us back in town.” Big Sis interrupted their discussion.

“Pick up my spear.”

“You pick it up.”

“No, you pick it up.”

“I picked it up last time.”

After a few more arguments, Abiloch grabbed Big Sis’s spear and started walking away from the pebble beach back to the small town miles away.

Helen Town.

Similar to most villages and towns in the Barren Lands, it was remote and impoverished.

However, because of Mirror Lake, Helen Town and the surrounding villages were slightly better off than many inland villages.

Although the fish in the lake weren’t as abundant as in the sea, it was enough for the small town of just a few hundred people.

Until the Primordial Demon took over this lake.

Helen Town began facing a common inland village issue: a lack of food.

They had been hanging on: the Primordial Demon rarely appeared during the day, and as long as one didn’t enter the center of Mirror Lake, they usually wouldn’t be attacked.

But what happened a few hours ago caused nearby residents to start worrying, fearing that a rampaging Primordial Demon would cut off their last food source.

Aside from leaving their hometown for the coast, they had no other options.

So when the three explorers returned carrying the unconscious man and said he was a survivor found on the boat, the Old Mayor thought he might know something.

“Wait till he wakes.

Elena, take the survivor to Aunt Susan’s place.

She used to live in the big city, she knows how to handle foreigners.”

Elena nodded, leading Abiloch and Giles to Aunt Susan’s two-story wooden house.

“Little Elena, and Little Luchi and Little Giles, why are you here—quickly put him down…what’s a survivor?

There’s an empty bedroom on the second floor.”

After a flurry of activity, the unconscious man was placed on a single bed, shoes and coat removed, and covered with a clean blanket.

“Is he injured?”

Before covering him, Abiloch saw the bloodstains on the man’s shirt.

“Probably someone else’s, didn’t you see all the blood on that boat?” Giles scoffed.

“Of course I saw!

I’m just worried he might also be injured,” Abiloch defended loudly.

Elena frowned, unceremoniously dismissing the bickering duo: “Both of you shut up and get out.”

Abiloch and Giles—with their necks tucked—meekly descended to the crowded yet cozy living room.

Aunt Susan was lighting the fireplace.

The two huddled together, whispering.

“Do you think Big Sis has a thing for that guy?”

“Which one?”

“The one we rescued.”

“Don’t kid yourself, he’s not brawny at all.

Big Sis only likes beast-like men.”

“But you saw his face…compared to him, that Mike guy looks like a shattered glass bottle in a pile of dog poop.”

“The last bit I’ll agree with, but Big Sis wouldn’t be so shallow to like someone based on looks alone, right?”

“What does ‘shallow’ mean…never mind.

Didn’t you see how gentle she was when undressing him and removing his shoes?” Abiloch felt a chill using such words for Big Sis.

“And I’m sure it’s her first time serving someone else.”

After a brief silence, Abiloch asked again: “If they ended up together, do you think the kid would take Big Sis’s surname or his?”

“Shouldn’t we wonder what color their kid’s hair would be instead?”

“Probably black…Big Sis’s hair is brown.”

At this moment.

In the second-floor bedroom, Lu Li slowly regained consciousness.