Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 800 - 33. Wearing Human Clothes

Chapter 800: 33. Wearing Human Clothes

The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward, at least Marcus felt that way.

"Who is the other party?"

Lu Li’s voice came through the phone, only calm.

"Uh... I don’t know. The buyer didn’t tell me."

"Gender."

"Uh... I don’t know either. The buyer didn’t tell me."

"What means of contact did you use?"

"Uh... it was a phone call, the voice was quite neutral, I couldn’t tell."

"Is there any other information about the buyer besides these?"

"Uh... Nothing else."

Marcus was clueless.

The call fell into a long silence.

When Marcus was anxious and uneasy, Lu Li’s voice finally sounded in the receiver.

"I want all the money."

"I worked so hard..." Marcus instinctively resisted, then realized that selling out friends wasn’t very honorable, and softened: "Okay, this time it’s all yours. But if there’s another buyer, I request a cut."

"If you notify me before selling my personal information, I might consider it."

"It’s settled! Don’t be angry—I’ll go find some business. Boohoo, not only did I not benefit but also almost got disliked by Lu Li, boohoo..."

In the midst of Marcus’s whimpering, the phone hung up.

Without turning his head, he handed the phone behind him, as Lu Li pondered who might be buying his information.

Richard Li?

Lu Li didn’t have many enemies, Richard Li was one of them, especially since Lu Li had already dealt with three Blood-Colored Tentacles.

If it was him, Lu Li would be happy to see Richard Li visit the Detective Agency.

An evil spirit and two bizarre creatures would give Richard Li a surprise.

Half an hour later, an old-style Xiali car stopped below the Detective Agency.

Back upstairs, as soon as he pushed the door, a pale, expressionless face suddenly appeared, emitting a chilling aura, approaching him.

His arms instantly manifested as ferocious ghost claws, shielding his front, as Lu Li coldly shouted: "Evil spirit, disperse!"

"You’re back~"

With the cold shout came a hoarse soft voice from behind the face.

Lu Li was slightly stunned: "What was that..."

"Don’t you know? Women always do face masks." Yang Chunxue rolled her eyes and floated past Lu Li into the Detective Agency, casually calling the pale face Sister Qing.

Lu Li silently watched for a few seconds, confirming that it was indeed Kong Nanqing applying a face mask, dissipating the ghost claws.

"I don’t remember buying such a thing."

"It was the one I asked you to bring back from my house that day." With her face impassive, Kong Nanqing, who was applying the mask, only had red flickering in her eyes. "Women need to learn to take care of themselves."

Lu Li nodded noncommittally and walked into the living room.

Even if the mask really has a whitening effect... it’s just turning charcoal into dough.

"Do you have time later? We can go watch a movie together."

Kong Nanqing’s expectant red eyes immersed in Lu Li’s deep, dark gaze.

"!?"

Originally indifferent, Yang Chunxue exploded in hostility like a little girl whose beloved toy had been taken.

Beside her, the sound of furniture moving, Dracula realized he wouldn’t fit in, slid out of the frame dragging the gemstone seat.

Kong Nanqing noticed her hostility, covered her mouth and giggled, the laughter like screeching brakes: "I’ll take you along."

"Tch, as if I care, who wants to watch a movie, not me—okay, a movie is fine but I don’t want to go with this guy, not a date just watching a movie together..."

Yang Chunxue babbled nonsensically, getting more muddled as she spoke.

"Not for now, I have more important things to do."

Lu Li’s words made the tsundere Yang Chunxue feel cold inside.

"What are you going to do?" Kong Nanqing asked gently.

"Save the world."

"..."

"..."

The Detective Agency fell silent for a moment.

Yang Chunxue tapped Lu Li’s shoulder repeatedly: "Ahaha, when did you start telling jokes? But so cold..."

Kong Nanqing didn’t say anything, just pursed her lips, quietly observing Lu Li with concern.

Seizing the time, Lu Li started explaining everything. As usual, he turned on the voice recorder.

After spending a few minutes briefly explaining the situation, the two vengeful spirits remained silent.

"Let’s report to the police!" Yang Chunxue suddenly said.

A ghost, suggesting to call the police.

"It won’t work, only I can see those tendrils, unless..." Lu Li halted his speech.

Unless he captured another tendril to share it among people.

"Do you need my help?"

Lu Li shook his head, refusing: "Not for now, someone’s targeting me, if you stay at the Detective Agency, you can avoid the opponent coming to your home."

Kong Nanqing didn’t insist, now with her gentle wife persona, only following Lu Li’s lead.

"Once you save the world, we’ll come back to get married."

...

Xiling University Town.

Blood-colored tendrils extended from the sky, dropping in this campus area.

"Never thought I’d have a day to return..."

Yang Chunxue walked half a step behind Lu Li, surveying the surroundings and passing students, showing a sense of nostalgia.

"Do you want to check out your class?"

"Forget it, among my friends, only Yan Zhi is close. She’s busy preparing for exams lately, doesn’t have time for me."

A man and a ghost didn’t linger much, passing through the paths, reaching the corner of the teaching building where the tendrils dropped, the theater.

A few students dressed in Republic of China costumes were rehearsing on stage, while scattered personnel sat below.

Entering the theater, Lu Li and Yang Chunxue simultaneously sensed a cluster of dark energy on the stage.

"You’re just his eighteenth concubine!"

"At least that’s more important than a poor relative like you."

During the rehearsal, Lu Li casually sat in the audience seats.

His gaze fixed on the tall girl in a cheongsam playing the eighteenth concubine.

Yang Chunxue leaned over, muttering: "This guy is too much, died and still jokes with classmates, yet no one’s noticed."

From the appearance, the cheongsam student just looked a bit pale, otherwise seemed normal.

Quietly watching the rehearsal for a few minutes, Lu Li didn’t waste more time, tilting his head to remind Yang Chunxue: "Take action."

With everyone watching, Lu Li was unsuitable to make a move. As a ghost, Yang Chunxue didn’t need to worry.

"Leave it to me."

Yang Chunxue floated from her seat.

"Get lost, yokel! This isn’t your place—"

The cheongsam student’s voice halted suddenly, her gaze fixed on Yang Chunxue in the back row, she immediately turned and fled without hesitation.

"She spotted us!" Yang Chunxue shouted to Lu Li, who had mysteriously left his seat, quickly approaching the stage.

An actor suddenly ran backstage, naturally disrupts the rehearsal, leaving the other actors looking around baffled, spotting Lu Li swiftly heading to the stage.

"Police crime scene investigation squad."

Without stopping, weaving through the actors, Lu Li chased towards backstage, following the ominous aura straight into the dressing room.

Bang—

The door was slammed open.

The cheongsam student lay in her undergarments, fell on the ground unconscious.

"Take my physics—"

Yang Chunxue gathered dark energy, intercepted by Lu Li raising his hand.

"She’s not a ghost."

"Eh?"

Yang Chunxue paused, carefully sensing, finding the dark energy inside the female student dissipating rapidly like water from an unfed spring.

Lu Li glanced across the hangers: "She’s not a ghost. The ghost is in the cheongsam she was wearing."

A piece of spirit-infused garment worn by a human.