Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 794 - 27. Dark Cuisine

Chapter 794: 27. Dark Cuisine

Taking the key from under the blanket, opening the door, Lu Li returned the key under the blanket and pushed the door to return to the Detective Agency.

An unexpectedly charred figure stood behind the door, wearing an apron, bowing.

Kong Nanqing, who had been bedridden like an amputee, surprisingly got out of bed.

Its red pupils flickered, speaking in a rough, hoarse voice: "You’re back? Do you want to eat first, or—"

"Eat first." Lu Li replied decisively.

"Makes sense, must be exhausted after a busy day." Kong Nanqing retreated and walked to the kitchen door, disappearing into it.

Lu Li’s gaze shifted, landing on the painting on the sofa.

Dracula was absent from the frame.

"What’s with her."

Lu Li couldn’t recall having any hormone-stimulating contraband in the Detective Agency.

Dracula’s figure emerged from a corner of the painting: "Who knows, man, she got up early and started tidying the place, didn’t let me rest, tied up an apron and wouldn’t let me see. Even made me call her sister-in-law. Brother, does she seem like my sister-in-law?"

Lu Li didn’t respond, walked to the coffee table, and set down a jar.

Dracula stepped into the painting, staring at the blood-red tentacle poking around in the jar: "Brother, what is that thing?"

"A showpiece."

The blood-red tentacle remained active, tirelessly attempting to break out of the jar.

"Keep an eye on it, don’t let it get out."

Lu Li headed toward the door; he needed to make a phone call that no one else could hear.

Bang.

Seconds after the door closing sound, Kong Nanqing peeked out from the kitchen: "Where’s Lu Li?"

"Phew... we don’t know, we don’t dare to ask." Dracula spat into his palm, slicked back his hair to display a noble posture.

Kong Nanqing walked out of the kitchen in puzzlement, eyes flickering red as they settled on the jar on the coffee table.

She was just fretting over the lack of ingredients to showcase her skills.

Realizing something, Dracula promptly shouted: "Sister, that’s a showpiece, for viewing!"

Kong Nanqing’s red eyes narrowed, hostility directed at the painting.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law..." Dracula quivered, grinning fawningly, nodding and bowing repeatedly: "You’re the mistress of the house, everything is yours, you do whatever you want."

"People who don’t manage the household don’t know the cost of firewood and rice, do I not know? But there’s no food at home, can’t let the boyfriend go hungry, right?" Kong Nanqing only showed a warm side when facing Lu Li, always shrouding Dracula, who had no relation, with a sinister ghostly aura.

"Exactly, exactly, sister... sister-in-law, you have it hard."

Nodding and bowing until Kong Nanqing returned to the kitchen, Dracula exhaled, rolled in an engraved and jewel-inlaid chair, and began watching the morning news in front of the painting.

Bloop~

Skipped the unscrewing, popped the lid right off.

She brought her fingers together, effortlessly pinching the shooting blood-red tentacle into her palm.

Whoosh——

Turning on the faucet, Kong Nanqing placed it under the running water, and under the rush, the blood-red tentacle struggled feebly.

Once cleaned off, Kong Nanqing turned off the faucet, flicked away water droplets from the blood-red color, and tossed it into the nearly boiled porridge.

Blub blub——

The blood-red tentacle struggled as it sank into the thick white porridge, releasing a few tiny bubbles, then became motionless.

Yet, at that very moment——

The earth quivered, the television signal vanished into static snow, abhorrent malice boiled up, vaguely resonating with the scream of an unnamable entity in the eastern sky, and then, in a fraction of a second, everything returned to normal.

The preceding events were almost imperceptible.

On the living room sofa, Dracula curiously poked his head out of the painting, glanced at the ceiling, shrugged, and shrank back into the painting, continuing to watch the news intently.

A line of subtitles scrolled across the bottom of the television screen.

[Warning: There may be 2-3 meters high waves today, coastal visitors please pay attention to safety]

...

Lu Li sat in the passenger seat of the old Xiali, talking to Big Liu.

The phone was already connected, but the other side was silent.

Keeping silence seemed to be their usual habit.

Seconds later, Lu Li took the initiative: "Does a cabinet door count as a door?"

"What?"

Big Liu’s confused voice dispelled the chilly silence.

He briefly recounted the bizarre space he entered at Liu Xiaoyan’s house.

"Hmm..."

Big Liu pondered for a while, analyzing: "To date, every person witnessing the ’cancer cell’ or its associated victims, when encountering it, are always attacked and deepened by that unnameable malice. Seeing you all lively now, I know you’re fine. You also said, though it was dangerous inside, it was more like giving you motivational speeches, do well in studies, pay attention to diet, sleep on time, etc. This clearly isn’t the ’cancer cell’s’ style."

"Logically, we are all pitiful wretches, why are we tormented by the door struggling to survive while you receive a motherly whisper making you mindful of your health and self-improvement?"

"Of course, I speak so confidently because if you had experienced the ’cancer cell’ and its surroundings, I would’ve already lowered my Sanity Value – no need to apologize, this is my work. In my experience, what you encountered should be an anomaly."

Lu Li, not intending to apologize, slightly furrowed his brow: "An anomaly?"

"Spirits and Monsters. You visiting Jinlongyu Taoist temple certainly means you know some secrets, I won’t explain further. The monster refers to anomalies. Like ghosts, spirits, and monsters are all traceable, you know the principle. You know ghosts are the dead transformed, spirits are inanimate came alive, monsters are animals becoming spirits... but anomalies have no trace."

"Anomalies could be some creature, some inanimate object, or the space you encountered. They are inexplicable strange tales, with unclear origins, unclear ends, unclear nature, in short, anomalies represent the unknown, in this aspect, they are similar to doors but not as ferocious as doors. You should have a deep understanding."

Lu Li recalled the girl with the umbrella he had encountered before, that was indeed an anomaly.

"Next time you encounter an anomaly, just keep your distance, they’re not like Ghost Creatures — did you feel that?!"

Big Liu exclaimed.

"Hmm. Is it a door?" Lu Li looked up, gazing at the gloomy skies.

"No, I haven’t seen anything like this before... but, things aren’t set, do you have anything else? I need to contact the higher-ups now."

"Nothing."

Ending the call first, Lu Li folded his phone.

He raised his head, quietly staring at the eastern sky for a long time, as if some presence whispered in that region.

And not far off, a pedestrian returned from grocery shopping, unaware, beaming with smiles.

The more he knew, the clearer he understood how illusory this calm was.

Withdrawing his gaze, Lu Li got out of the car and entered the hallway.