Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 95 - 95 Ninety-five

95: Ninety-five.

The Malice of the Door and the Space in the Mirror 95: Ninety-five.

The Malice of the Door and the Space in the Mirror Lu Li wanted to know more, but no matter how many messages he sent, there was no reply from the other side.

The phone calls couldn’t get through.

When Lu Li used Shen Yuqiao’s phone to try again, the number was already showing as disconnected.

The “hand” had gone into hiding.

If one didn’t pessimistically think “Lu Li has been marked by the door, with a death sentence postponed,” then not everything happening at the moment was bad.

At least, Lu Li’s guess had been confirmed: indeed, there was a power involved in the Liu Zhen incident.

The “hand” discovered Lu Li while he came into contact with Liu Zhen and the door; when Lu Li investigated Shanjiao Village, they used some metaphysics to trap him in Shanjiao Village for a day.

By the time Lu Li realized something and hurried back to Tang He, the underground passage had already become inaccessible due to precipitation.

They might have been trying to avoid innocent civilians getting hurt, or to prevent Lu Li from interfering with their operations.

And according to those messages, it seemed both might be true.

For now, the “hand” seemed to be trying to help Lu Li avoid danger, even though they didn’t say anything, not even making an appearance.

So the “hand” wasn’t important, what was important was the “door.”

Lu Li had already experienced the first three tactics of the “door,” which would have been heard by anyone else by now.

But even as cautious as Lu Li, one day he would fall victim to this pervasive assault.

The “hand” had said it could appear anywhere, in any form.

A phone call, a text message, a friend request, a stranger’s greeting, a passerby’s inquiry.

It was hidden among them.

To avoid the malice of the door, Lu Li had to improve his intuition.

Fortunately, Lu Li was capable of doing so.

What was once a negligible intuitive ability suddenly became more important than heartwarming experiences.

Lu Li reprioritized in his mind.

Improving his intuition became the top priority, tracking down information from the “hand” was next, and finding out the exorcist’s identity was third.

Shen Yuqiao could deliver tea and water, but for gathering information, Lu Li needed to find someone else.

He already had a suitable candidate in mind.

“Shen Qian, I have a job for you.”

Lu Li dialed Shen Qian’s number.

“Boss, I’m on vacation…”

“You don’t have to come back.

You know some people, you’re the only one who can contact them.

I have a phone number, the phone has been disconnected, you need to find out where it was last activated, call records, call locations, the scope can be very wide, but it must be precise.”

“Just this?

Leave it to me.”

“It might be dangerous, be careful.”

“Pfft, what’s there to worry about?

I’ve at least crawled out of a ghost pit—”

“It’s related to that door.”

“Boss, I haven’t fully recovered, could I take some more time to—”

“No.”

Lu Li hung up the phone and put it back on the table.

“What happened?” Yang Chunxue asked, not understanding.

“A minor issue.”

Of course, it wasn’t a minor issue, but Lu Li didn’t feel like explaining—it really was troublesome.

Looking out the window, branches thrashed against the windows under the raging wind, and rainwater meandered down the glass.

The rainy season had begun, and a storm was coming.

Bang bang bang—

The sudden knocking on the door startled Yang Chunxue, who trembled, as three sets of eyes simultaneously turned towards the vibrating door.

Shen Yuqiao went to the door and looked back before opening it.

Without needing to be told, Yang Chunxue had already hidden her breath, her form fading.

She was still floating beside the desk, but when ordinary people entered the Detective Agency, they’d only feel the room was cold and wouldn’t be able to see her.

Shen Yuqiao opened the door, and a man thoroughly wrapped in a hooded scarf, his face hidden, rushed into the room.

He was panting as if he had just run up the stairs and eagerly called out to Shen Yuqiao, “Are you Lu Li the Detective?”

“Right here.”

Lu Li raised his hand, and his palm fell to point toward the chair opposite the desk.

“Sit down, it’s very safe here.

Feel free to take off your clothes as well.”

Wei Heping hesitated and slowly began to unravel his scarf.

His emotions were highly unstable, jittery, and even the sound of Shen Yuqiao closing the door behind him was enough to make him shudder.

The fatigue-ridden face that emerged once the scarf was removed confirmed this.

“I don’t feel another ghost around.”

Yang Chunxue, hovering beside Lu Li, gently shook her head.

“Neither do I.” Lu Li silently sized up Wei Heping with his dark eyes.

The Ghost Envoy Manual’s perception might have various flaws, but there had never been a situation where it couldn’t detect yin energy.

Wei Heping shuddered, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lu Li, “Who are you…

talking to…?”

“A ghost.” Worried about scaring Wei Heping, Lu Li added another line, “Another one.”

Yang Chunxue cooperatively revealed her form.

Lu Li had still underestimated Wei Heping’s fear of ghosts.

His shoulders tensed, shaking like a sieve, and his face turned an ashen white at a visible rate, crying out almost in breakdown, “Please, tell me this isn’t a ghost…

it’s my hallucination…

”

A week’s torment seemed to have left him with a decade’s worth of dread from well ropes.

And Lu Li forgot one thing: even average people…

would be frightened at the sight of ghosts.

Lu Li was silent for a few seconds, then nodded and corrected himself, “Yes, she’s not a ghost, she’s a living person, an employee of the Detective Agency.”

“Really…

really?

But why is she floating…”

“Have you heard of wire fu?

It’s commonly used in film shooting.

She’s been hung by wires in mid-air right now.”

Wei Heping was still uncertain, stealing glances shakily and then closing his eyes tight as he screamed, “She’s transparent!”

“That’s a holographic projection, a product of technology.”

“Impossible…

impossible…”

“Really.

Think about it, don’t ghosts usually have their hair down with long white dresses?

There are no ghosts that wear pink pajamas.”

Yang Chunxue felt like Lu Li was mocking her and glared bitterly at him.

“Really…?”

This explanation obviously swayed Wei Heping, who once again snuck a peek and seemed to feel that a girl about eighteen or nineteen, with delicate features wearing pink pajamas, didn’t look like a ghost, and he relaxed just a bit.

Yang Chunxue ignored the client and asked Lu Li, “Should we ask Black…

Kong Nanqing?

She might sense something?”

“We can try.

Shen Yuqiao, go call her.”

Shen Yuqiao complied, trotted into the bedroom, and soon appeared at the doorway with the Black Charcoal Ghost.

This was why Lu Li insisted on dealing with supernatural incidents at the Detective Agency: this was his home field.

One evil spirit, one close to an evil spirit, one fake human…

regardless if number 3 was friend or foe, making mischief or wanting to take over, he could make sure it didn’t leave unscathed.

“A ghost!!!” Wei Heping screamed in terror, curling up into a ball while clutching his head.

“She’s also a living person.

She’s quite vain and has applied Deep Sea Volcanic Ash Seaweed Mud,” said Lu Li, already accustomed to Wei Heping’s horrified reactions.

“I can smell something burning!”

“Volcanic Ash Seaweed Mud, it having a burnt smell is pretty normal.” Lu Li explained each point.

“It’s daytime now, encountering a ghost is just a coincidental phenomenon, there aren’t that many ghosts in this world, and it could even be that your encounters are just your imagination.”

“I hope…

I really hope that’s the case…”

Wei Heping, who ran to the Detective Agency to avoid one ghost, now slightly eased up in the company of two.