Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 747 - 747 266

747: 266.

After seeing the pain endured by people 747: 266.

After seeing the pain endured by people Cre-eak—

Abiloch returns home.

Not seeing his mother’s figure in the living room, he shouts towards upstairs by the stairs: “Mom, give me some money!”

No sound came down the stairs.

Abiloch thought maybe his mother was not at home, so he stepped onto the stairs to the second floor.

Circled around without finding that familiar figure, Abiloch had to return to his room and took out the hidden shilling from under the bed to go out.

Just as he was going downstairs, Abiloch suddenly felt something clutching his neck, waves of suffocation surged.

His throat made a “cluck cluck” sound, his face flushed red.

He reached out to grab his neck, but apart from leaving bloody marks on his neck, he grabbed nothing.

Thud—

A few seconds later, Abiloch fell to the ground.

Whatever was clutching his neck still didn’t let go.

Before losing consciousness, he felt his body being dragged, pulled up the stairs section by section.

Abiloch slowly woke up.

The old ceiling emerged into his eyes, and he was dazed for a moment before memories of what happened started to slowly come back.

He instinctively touched his neck; the stinging pain confirmed that it wasn’t his illusion from before.

Perplexed, Abiloch lowered his head, seeing the rotten quilt exposing black cotton.

The floor was coated with thick dust, the cabinet had become decayed, mold crawled on the walls; everything was both familiar and strange, as if the room had been unoccupied for decades.

What is going on…

Abiloch lifted the quilt, and it tore open like loose cotton.

Just as he was about to sit up, he suddenly heard a sticky crawling sound coming from the hallway outside the door, getting closer and closer.

Click—

The doorknob was pressed, and the door was pushed open slowly.

The figure that came in, with a sticky crawl, wriggled to Abiloch’s side, who was pretending to sleep.

What the hell is this thing…

Abiloch thought in horror, squinting one eye to observe the monster: it looked like a lump of melting candle, vaguely maintaining a humanoid outline,

holding a short-handled rusted hammer, its head’s mouthpart opening and closing, emitting a gurgling sticky sound.

It didn’t notice the torn quilt, seemingly saying something, but Abiloch couldn’t understand.

“Gurgle…” the monster’s voice carried emotion, and the limb holding the rusted hammer reached towards Abiloch.

Horrified, Abiloch stopped pretending to sleep, opening his eyes suddenly and kicking the creature away with his leg.

The creature was weaker than anticipated; it toppled over from the kick, its mouthpart trembling swiftly, emitting a sharp, piercing scream.

It’s calling for its companions!

Abiloch realized with a shock.

He didn’t dare to touch the creature’s melting skin surface, so he toppled the wardrobe over it with a heavy thud.

The scream ceased abruptly.

Calming his emotions, Abiloch listened by the door for any movements outside in the hallway: there was utter silence outside, no other wriggling sounds, nor had the monsters been alerted.

Slipping out quietly from the house, Abiloch stepped down the decayed stairs back to the ground floor.

Just like in the bedroom, everything in the living room had been corroded by time, covered with thick dust.

“What on earth has happened…”

Gritting his teeth, Abiloch grabbed a long spear from beside the fireplace.

It was equally decayed but still sharp.

Stopping before the door, Abiloch then retreated to the back door, went into the backyard, climbed over the wall into the alley.

This is Uncle Barton’s house.

Abiloch silently memorized the unfamiliar silhouette.

But just then, he heard screams coming from Uncle Barton’s backyard.

There’s someone alive!

Approaching the fence, Abiloch peeked into the backyard through a gap.

A naked figure was hung upside down on a rack, and a meltwax monster identical to the one in the second-floor bedroom was slicing the figure’s throat, blood flowing into a wooden barrel below.

The screams became mumbled, turning into a drowning-like sound.

Clenching the spear tightly, Abiloch exerted strength with his arm, throwing it out.

The sharp spear sliced through the air, accurately piercing the meltwax monster’s neck, disgusting mucous flowing out, and the meltwax monster perished.

Climbing into the backyard, Abiloch pulled out the spear from the meltwax monster’s neck, looking towards the hanging figure.

“Uncle Barton!”

Seeing the blood-covered face clearly, Abiloch’s heart trembled.

Uncle Barton was already dead, his pale, naked body hanging from the rope, slightly swaying, the yet-to-coagulate blood dripping into the wooden barrel filled with blood below.

Click—

The back door suddenly opened, revealing another meltwax monster at the door, holding an empty barrel.

“Gurgle gurgle…” It seemed to say something, its mouthpart started trembling swiftly, emitting a scream.

Whoosh—

The whistling interrupted the scream forcibly.

The spear pierced through the meltwax monster’s mouthpart, making it fall into the house.

Anger filled Abiloch’s eyes, along with a tinge of fear.

If Uncle Barton already met his doom, then Misi…

He didn’t dare think further, stepping into the house, treading over the meltwax monster’s body, pulling out the spear.

Flipping off the disgusting mucous, Abiloch searched around the house for signs of Misi.

He finally found her… and them in the basement.

The stripped, blood-drained townsfolk were discarded in the damp, cold cellar; among them, he saw many familiar figures, mother… brother Giles… Mayor Grandpa… Aunt Susan…

Rage surged to his brain but didn’t cause him to lose his reason.

Abiloch didn’t see his older sister’s corpse, nor that of the exorcist.

Maybe they’re still alive…

The once familiar townsfolk turned into cold corpses, gazing sadly for a moment, Abiloch left the basement, picking up the butcher’s knife that killed Uncle Barton, he pushed through to the main door and stepped out.

Many meltwax monsters roamed the streets.

They seemed startled by the sudden appearance of a human, turning their heads, staring strangely at Abiloch.

“Gurgle gurgle…”

A nearby meltwax monster said something, and Abiloch’s response was to raise the spear and hurl it.

With its mouthpart trembling, the surrounding meltwax monsters screamed, retreating.

Are they afraid of me?

Abiloch suddenly realized, and they were weaker than anticipated.

Driven by hatred and reason, Abiloch severed the monster’s head, holding it in hand to intimidate.

The surrounding meltwax monsters seemed even more terrified, issuing awful, shrill cries, retreating further away.

Within the meltwax monsters’ retreat, Abiloch pressed forward, and as he neared Aunt Susan’s house, the road ahead was blocked by a group of meltwax monsters.

They wielded bizarre, twisted weapons, growing enraged seeing the head of their kin in Abiloch’s grasp.

One meltwax monster broke from the group, charging towards him.

This meltwax monster was stronger and quicker.

It actually dodged Abiloch’s thrown spear, its arm swinging out to knock him down.

Wielding the butcher’s knife, Abiloch swung, but his wrist was suddenly gripped, followed by sharp pain in the back of his head, and he was knocked unconscious.

Abiloch slowly woke up.

His sight not fully restored, everything before him was blurry.

He could only faintly hear voices speaking.

“He first attacked Mrs.

Gus who was preparing dinner, killed his own mother with a wardrobe.

Then he broke into Uncle Barton’s house, slaughtered both Uncle Barton and his daughter Misi who were butchering a pig.

After coming out, he encountered Giles and attacked him, decapitating… his brother in front of many townsfolk.”

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