Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 868 - 61. The Blessing Curse

Chapter 868: 61. The Blessing Curse

Rustle——

In the damp basement, before a dim oil lamp, a man resembling a skeleton held a quill and leaned over the desk writing.

A mass of swirling gray mist surged behind the man, waiting for the moment of completion.

The notebook was turned to the last page, everything nearing its end.

Finally, the disheveled man released the quill, the tip of the pen dropping at the end of the obscure text, like a period drawn.

The man lifted his head, revealing bloodshot eyes amidst his hair.

"As promised, I’ve completed it." A hoarse whisper sounded, his trembling hands holding the notebook, offering it to the gray mist; "The personality, identity, story the lord demanded..."

A portion of the swirling gray mist split off like an arm and took the notebook, opening the cover.

The gray mist presence quietly read it, then formed fog in front into words mirroring those in the notebook.

The man whispered with a plea: "My wife..."

The fog shattered, reassembled, piecing together a brief content.

The man’s emaciated face, with prominent cheekbones, showed relief as he reached for the oil lamp on the desk.

The gray mist and notebook quietly vanished, as if they never existed.

Perhaps intentionally, perhaps unintentionally, his trembling hand knocked over the oil lamp, lamp oil flowed, the wick burning along the soaked manuscript.

The basement suddenly brightened, dispelling filth with dazzling light.

The faint glimmer deep in the man’s pupils extinguished.

...

"Dad, why does he lock himself in the basement?"

On the street, a little boy holding his mother’s hand looked up and asked.

"He needs to think about work..." the mother said softly, eyes revealed outside her scarf showed worry.

Yesterday, her husband said he would write a novel about exorcists for a big figure and then locked himself in the basement, yet he was illiterate.

As she pondered, the crevice hidden under the scarf suddenly itched and wriggled.

The mother instinctively reached to touch, but the crevice that always brought her sorrow and tears whenever touched, healed.

But how could it be...

As the mother lost her composure, the skin where the crevice disappeared continued to writhe.

A fleshy bud drilled through the skin.

"No..."

The cheeks beneath the scarf bulged like water, the mother released her son’s hand and ran forward in panic.

"Don’t follow me!"

The mother hurriedly left a sentence and stumbled away from her child.

Branch-like fleshy buds erupted from her clothing, squeezing and entangling each other, engulfing the moving figure, transforming into a nauseating, bloated, constantly growing mass of flesh.

People nearby fled in all directions, away from the pulsing heap of flesh in the street’s center.

"Mommy..."

As people fled past the little boy, he dazedly watched the shapeless mass, calling out his mother’s name with a sob.

The empty street left only the little boy and the flesh mass.

Suddenly, two figures darted out from a shop, a brown-haired youth picked up the little boy, moving away from the flesh heap, while his companion rolled up his robe sleeves, the hand entwined with dark green vines aimed at the flesh heap, opening snake-like slits, spraying corrosive dark green liquid onto the heap.

The growing flesh mass contracted suddenly like a heart, the liquid hissing upward with toxic fumes, corroding the heap but not lasting long, as the diluted poison ceased further corrosion, the heap resumed swelling growth—

"The anomaly has strong healing and growth power."

The girl spraying the poison said.

She and the youth each wore Kleinse University’s staff-shaped badge and shield-shaped badge.

The brown-haired youth holding the child observed: "It hasn’t attacked anyone... Lena, you stay and reduce its size, I’ll contact the Knights Order."

"Okay."

The youth nodded, swiftly leaving the street with the child.

The little boy reached out bewilderedly toward the flesh heap on the street.

"Mommy..."

At this time, the girl sprayed poison for the second time.

The dark green poison stained the flesh heap, causing it to contract again.

Yet the heap didn’t counterattack nor leave, seemingly an unconscious mass.

Only the contractions when stained with liquid, and fleeting wails from inside the heap, proved it felt pain...

...

[Although Exorcist Yenada Mathews doesn’t have Exorcist His Excellency Lulian’s great deeds, he is equally respectable, as the Midnight City below our feet was founded by them.]

[We look forward to witnessing the moment when the last two exorcists of the Weird Times meet.]

Rustle——

Lu Li put down the newspaper.

Dean Lawrence explained to Lu Li: "His Excellency Yenada Mathews has been here since when Midnight City was still Midnight Town, he is a founding elder of the city and is familiar with these dignitaries."

"He appears very young."

The newspaper photo showed a blonde man in his thirties.

Dean Lawrence replied, "Perhaps, like you, over ten years haven’t passed on him."

"It’s not a bad thing."

Lu Li commented on Exorcist Yenada Mathews’s return.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know this person nor had heard of him.

"Certainly, only..." Dean Lawrence sighed helplessly, feeling everything has gone awry. "If he could return a few days later, it would be even better."

Yenada Mathews is also a hero and one of Midnight City’s founders.

In some people’s eyes, his achievements are higher and more significant than Lu Li’s.

It’s as if Lu Li is the legendary hero who saved the world, while Yenada Mathews is the brave one from his hometown. He naturally has no barrier with Midnight City, making people more inclined to approach.

"Your attention will be divided." Dean Lawrence said. "I think tomorrow night’s gathering at City Hall will definitely invite His Excellency Yenada Mathews too."

Luckily, in these past two days, Dean Lawrence took some actions.

"Tomorrow morning, Monte Theatre will perform your legendary journey; they hope you can come to watch."

View the past from an observer’s perspective?

"Alright." Lu Li didn’t refuse.

After dinner was delivered, Dean Lawrence left, leaving Lu Li and Katerina, along with Puxiu emerging from the dark fabric.

"Mr. Lu Li, could you tell me your story?"

Puxiu really loved stories; he had read many books. And now, the protagonist of a story stood in front of him.

"You can join us at the theater tomorrow." Katerina tore off a large drumstick, eating it heartily and without concern for appearance.

"Can I?!" Puxiu looked at Lu Li with surprise.

"If Dean Lawrence agrees." Lu Li said.

Night fell, starlight-like glimmers lit up the giant tree, its presence bringing unparalleled safety.

Just as Dean Lawrence said, the City Hall reception party indeed invited Yenada Mathews, increasing the anticipation for the party while inevitably diverting some focus away from Lu Li.

Meanwhile, one of the requests Lu Li made was also completed.

"A quality clay you can take back to Ghost Town."

A jar filled with clay was placed on the table, Lu Li called upon Big Sister.