Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 795: Twenty-eight. He started.

Chapter 795: Twenty-eight. He started.

"It’ll be ready soon~"

As soon as they returned to the Detective Agency, Kong Nanqing’s voice came from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of meat porridge wafting out.

Sitting down in the boss’s chair behind the desk, Lu Li removed the gun holster and placed it along with the handgun into the drawer. Then, she returned the kitchen knife, voice recorder, umbrella, and other tools to their original places.

With everything back to its original state, Lu Li opened the Ghost Envoy Manual in her mind.

The ghost characters in the illustration had turned completely crimson, and the illustration had undergone a new transformation as she evolved into a vengeful spirit: the original image of Yang Chunxue swinging her legs while sitting on the railing faded away, and a new image emerged.

In the image, Yang Chunxue wore a long dress, her figure suspended in mid-air, her toes dangling slightly. Her head was lowered, eyes hidden in the shadow, with her delicate chin and pursed cherry lips outlined in ink, and her black hair heavily inked.

Her dress fluttered, surrounded by black silk thread like a fierce rain, indicating the red blood lines unique to a vengeful spirit. In the distance, sand and stone drifted, suspended in mid-air, with an unknown dark coastal background.

The skin of a vengeful spirit... The illustration unexpectedly handsome.

After silently observing the illustration for a dozen seconds, Lu Li used her mind to communicate with the Ghost Envoy Manual and summoned Yang Chunxue.

An aura causing the skin to prickle with coldness emerged in front of the desk, making the cowardly Dracula shudder, grab the chair, and flee beyond the illustration’s range.

Kong Nanqing poked her head out, noticed the familiar aura, and shrank back into the kitchen.

Dense red threads roamed through the void, and the sudden emergence of the cold and eerie aura made the heart shiver. Suddenly, the red threads were pushed aside, and a suspended figure appeared in the vacant space...

Her short, silk-like black hair flew with the aura, scarlet eyes opened beneath her eyelashes, cold and ruthless.

This cold gaze locked onto Lu Li, her head slightly tilted up, light-colored lips opening slightly: "How long have I slept, is it you who awakened me from my slumber."

Once she spoke, her imposing aura disappeared, foolishness abounding.

"12 hours and 41 minutes, of which 12 hours were your evolution time." Lu Li calmly assessed Yang Chunxue, briefly pausing at her pink pajamas before looking away.

"Uh... So I’m late?" Yang Chunxue realized she was already at the Detective Agency and that it was daytime outside.

"Hmm." Nodding, Lu Li asked, "What changes occurred after becoming a vengeful spirit?"

Lightly touching down with her toes, Yang Chunxue withdrew her aura, the red threads in the void disappeared, and her scarlet eyes faded, leaving only a trace of blood-red deep in her pupils.

She stroked her chin, pondering, "Hmm, the aura is stronger, but that seems secondary. I feel... I can easily crush ghosts."

Raising her hand, she snapped her fingers lightly, with red threads faintly appearing around her: "As long as this thing is here, ordinary ghosts can’t get near me."

"What else?"

Yang Chunxue paused, instinctively scratching the back of her head with a silly smile: "Uh-huh, I don’t know."

The real Yang Chunxue and the illustrated Yang Chunxue seemed like two different entities.

After a brief experiment, the maximum distance Yang Chunxue could leave Lu Li was now 500 meters, meaning she could now freely move within a thousand-meter diameter centered on Lu Li, with standby time of about a week, although the use of aura would shorten this time. As for charging time, it was currently unclear.

"So I’m the most powerful now, right?" Yang Chunxue proudly tilted her head, exuding arrogance.

"Perhaps not." For a moment, Lu Li was dazed, recalling that blood-red long-dress figure.

Snapping back to reality, a delicate pretty face was close by. Yang Chunxue leaned in, her pale red eyes narrowed, speaking with a hostile tone: "Were you just thinking about another woman?"

Lu Li straightforwardly nodded, saying as Yang Chunxue glared, "Do you remember Shen Jingjing? She’s also a vengeful spirit."

"Uh..." Yang Chunxue’s aura paused, unable to decide whether to react, and before she knew it, all her momentum was gone.

Realizing how close she was to Lu Li after the fact, she hummed bashfully and retreated, listening to Lu Li’s oblivious explanation.

"Shen Jingjing is also at the vengeful spirit level, but she’s stronger, perhaps very close to the next level. Summoning you has no pressure, but using her abilities can only last a few seconds and causes some bodily damage."

"I see..." Yang Chunxue nodded in understanding, then turned to look behind her: "Is it Shen Yuqiao or Sister Qing in the kitchen?"

"Kong Nanqing."

"Oh~" Yang Chunxue had a moment of realization, an extended oh of understanding, not surprised. She explained under Lu Li’s inquiry gaze: "She mentioned before that she was watching a TV series when she was alive, but only saw half of it before she was burned to death. After you brought her back, she’s been keeping up with the series. Yesterday she said she was almost done, looks like she finished watching."

"She seems to have been watching for a long time." Lu Li said.

Kong Nanqing had been at the Detective Agency for nearly a month, without leaving the bedroom.

"But the series is long, called ’Unforgettable,’ right? Around 807 episodes?"

Lu Li was silent.

"It’s ready~ I personally made health porridge, Lu Li, try it out."

A coarse, hoarse voice suddenly came through, as Kong Nanqing held a steaming bowl of food and brought it to the living room, placing it in front of the desk.

Her apron hung down, revealing large patches of charred skin. Kong Nanqing let out a soft cry, covering the neckline with a shy expression.

Yang Chunxue raised an eyebrow, speaking with deadpan eyes: "You don’t have to feel embarrassed, okay? You usually don’t care about being unclothed, so why are you shy wearing an apron..."

On the other side, Lu Li’s gaze fell on the bowl’s contents: "...What is this?"

The bowl held a viscous liquid resembling flesh and blood, pulsating with rising heat, occasionally bubbling from underneath, with low murmurs faintly emerging from them.

"Health porridge." Kong Nanqing didn’t mind Yang Chunxue’s teasing, answering softly.

"Are you sure this isn’t instant death poison? What grudge do you have against Lu Li?" Yang Chunxue glanced sideways with pale red eyes.

Kong Nanqing covered her mouth, smiling bashfully: "I lived alone before, so I learned to cook. I rarely care about presentation, so my dishes usually look awful... But they taste pretty good."

Her blood-red pupils glimmered, as if emotions named anticipation were stirring in her eyes.

Lu Li’s response was to drag the bloody, sticky porridge in front of him, picking up a spoon and scooping up a portion.

"If you can’t take it, spit it out, life is precious." Yang Chunxue said with slight concern.

Without responding, Lu Li brought the spoon to his mouth.

The scent unfolded, stimulating the taste buds.

Unexpectedly, although the appearance of the bloody, sticky porridge was extremely unappetizing, with no one associating this with food, its taste, enhanced by a night’s hunger, was surprisingly rich and flavorful.

Therefore, soon, under Yang Chunxue’s incredulous look, and Kong Nanqing’s gentle gaze, Lu Li took up a second spoonful and drank.

This time, besides porridge, there was something else.

A piece of tender, chewy meat.