Weird Rules Rumor: At The Beginning, He Insisted That He Was Not Dead
Chapter 188: Landen Detective Agency (16)

Photographer Evan:

"Indeed, it zoomed right before my eyes. I was lying on the ground then, capturing the reflection of the sunset in the water. Do you want to see my masterpiece?"

"Mr. Evan, I'm asking about the strange shadow. We can discuss your masterpiece later."

"Ah yes, that shadow. I had just laid down on the ground when I noticed something in the sewer."

"You know, we photographers are masters of instantaneous shots. In one or two seconds, I managed to grab my camera and photograph it!"

"It's a shame the photo turned out blurry, and you can't tell what it was."

"Did you see it yourself?"

"Um? Why do you ask? Alright, I'll admit it, I saw it. But I've never told anyone else about it. It was like a demon from myths!"

"To this day, I sometimes wake up in a cold sweat because it appears in my dreams. It's so terrifying!"

"Thank you for the information. May I see your masterpiece now?"

"Really? That's a great honor."

"Uh... Why are there only women here? And some of them look like famous actresses."

"I used to be a paparazzi."

"Now I understand why your reaction is so fast."

"That's all I learned from the three witnesses about this event."

"From these events, I noticed a strange pattern: it appears before people every fifty years."

"If the first time was a coincidence, then what about the next two? If it's hostile to humans, what's its purpose? To kill people?"

"That doesn't make sense. Perhaps its goal isn't as simple as I thought."

"I'll try to find it, even if others consider it an urban legend."

The text ended there. Bai Liang closed the book and returned it to Toni.

"So? Could what's described in the book be the same thing we saw this afternoon?" Toni was excited, as if he had found a hidden plot in a game.

He used to think this was just an ordinary murder. Even when he discovered that Will had died twice, he still believed it simply made the case more complicated.

But when he saw Will and that eye, he suddenly realized that this was a supernatural event!

Now, after reading this book, he was able to dispel most of the fog surrounding this case.

It turned out this eye didn't appear suddenly, but more than a hundred years ago!

"Yes, Mr. Toni, you're right. The eye we saw today is most likely what's described in the book." Bai Liang confirmed Toni's guess.

But then he added: "However, the book says the eye was enormous, the size of a manhole cover, while the one we saw was the size of a normal eye. So..."

"So the eye we saw wasn't the eye from the book. Perhaps it was its servant or a part that split off from it. The real eye is still hiding somewhere!" Toni continued his analysis.

After that, he frowned: "But how do we find it?"

Bai Liang pointed to the book in Toni's hands: "The answer is in your hands, Mr. Toni."

Toni froze, then laughed: "What a fool, I almost forgot that the book already holds several possible answers."

He stood up, put the book in his pocket, and said to Bai Liang: "Then let's get a good night's sleep tonight, and tomorrow we'll start our search."

It was indeed late; everyone had already left work. After a tiring day, he truly needed to rest.

Toni took the book and was about to leave, but stopped and turned back to Bai Liang: "I have a question."

"What is it?" asked Bai Liang.

"If the book is to be believed, this eye is very dangerous and possibly possesses some unknown abilities. How will we deal with it if we find it?"

Toni touched the pistol on his belt and looked seriously at Bai Liang: "I doubt an ordinary pistol will scare it."

"Have you forgotten, Mr. Toni? Don't worry, I'll handle it." Bai Liang stood up and smiled.

Toni remembered: "Ah, right!"

He recalled that Bai Liang had the ability to stop time.

On second thought, Bai Liang looked far more intimidating than that eye.

...

The sunset faded, the red clouds disappeared. The daytime performance ended, and night took the stage.

The moon and stars were merely a prelude. When the neon lights ignited, the real show began.

Chen Hong leaned against a lamppost, his gaze fixed on the detective agency across the street. In his pocket lay a black notebook with several rules he had already memorized.

"I hope no one else is thinking the same way I am."

When the lights in the agency went out, Chen Hong muttered this to himself, glanced at the notebook one last time, and headed to the other side of the street.

The night wind was cool, but Chen Hong paid it no mind. He walked forward, immersed in his thoughts.

Soon, he found himself in front of the cinema where a murder had recently occurred. The case was still unsolved.

The police had closed the cinema to preserve the crime scene. Chen Hong and his boss took on the case.

He had been here during the day but found nothing. Now he returned at night, hoping to find more useful information.

Entering the cinema, Chen Hong felt his heart pound in the darkness. He took out his flashlight, the kind miners wear on their heads, and illuminated a large part of the hall.

Chen Hong walked down a long corridor and entered one of the movie theaters. With difficulty, he opened the door and stepped inside.

At the front of the hall, an area where the victim lay was cordoned off. The outlines of a body were drawn on the floor.

A strong smell of blood still hung in the air. Chen Hong frowned, took out his notebook again, and re-read the rules.