Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 23 23. Diary of the Dead
Chapter 23 23. Diary of the Dead
Gallery on the second floor.
Lu Li skipped the office and walked to the lounge at the back, with Anna floating behind him.
This scene is very strange, people and ghosts get along fairly well. Lu Li had some understanding of what Hades meant by communicating with the ghost.
The ghosts were once human before they died, and maybe some of them will change their temperament because of death, but most ghosts still maintain part of the thinking of the living.
Like Anna.
The same is true for the other two ghosts, but Lu Li can't find a way to deal with ghosts without eyeballs, so he can only solve it through physical overshoot.
The door of the lounge has been knocked open by the ghost, and everything in the room is displayed in front of you.
Several single beds, several cabinets and dining table, nothing else special.
"Do you remember which bed Campbell was in?" Lu Li asked, stepping into the lounge.
Anna floated to the windowsill and sat down, shaking her calf gently: "How could I know."
Lu Li walked to the bed closest to the door, reached out and gently pressed it, suddenly lifting the blanket.
A notebook comes into view.
Anna looked surprised.
Lu Li picked up the notebook, shook the dust off it and put it under the oil lamp, without raising his head, he explained, "Men generally tend to hide their secrets under the bed."
The signature on the notebook is James Campbell, and Lu Li got the key props so easily.
"It's the same for girls..." Anna stopped shaking her feet and muttered softly.
"Yes, but you will still hide in the cupboard, under the carpet, behind the vanity mirror, in the doll." Lu Li opened the notebook and looked away.
【March 6th, sunny】
A string of familiar formats jumped into view.
Anna on the other side couldn't refute and was angry, humming.
Diary can’t be trusted—this statement is limited to celebrities. Most of the ordinary people who have the experience of writing a diary will write the most real side in the diary.
At least from the experience of helping the police solve crimes during the Earth-land period, it is not uncommon to see murderers who write their motives and the process of committing crimes in their diaries.
gathered his mind, Lu Li's eyes fell on this diary.
【March 6th, sunny】
【Damn it, those chimneys in the factory can choke people to death. The nobles in the parliament are talking about closing them, how is this possible]
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【March 7th, overcast】
【Where did this fog come from? On the sea? Or an industrial area? 】
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【March 8, overcast】
【Very good, I heard that the factory is closing, those noble gentlemen rarely showed kindness】
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【March 10, cloudy】
【Why hasn't the fog cleared yet? Although it's not suffocating.]
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【March 12, overcast】
【Forgot to write yesterday, but nothing happened, the sky is still very gloomy, like the fog has reached the sky】
Lu Li quickly turned the pages, skipping some brief and meaningless diaries. Also noticed that the weather turned cloudy every day after that.
【March 26, overcast】
【what happened? Why does it feel like there is something in the dark night? When I woke up in the morning, I saw another family dead in the next street... What happened? 】
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【April 1st, overcast】
【I…I killed people…Haha just kidding. 】
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【April 15, overcast】
【Is it the end that the church says has come? Many people have died recently, the cloud has not cleared, and the parliament has issued a decree that every house must be lit at night... What the **** is going on here? 】
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【April 21, overcast】
【What the council said is true! Disaster is coming to Belfast! Everyone is talking about staying where there is light, some people don't light the lights at night to save money, and by the time people find them at home, the bodies are already smelly... What the **** is in the dark? 】
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【April 24th, overcast】
【Everyone is scared, Duncan even quit his job, poor Duncan, how can he have the money to buy kerosene without a job? 】
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【April 25th, overcast】
【Thank goodness, the price of kerosene has dropped, and those homeless scavengers can hide under streetlights. 】
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【May 1, overcast】
【The people who left Belfast one after another are back, they say the road is dangerous, and other cities have become like this. But... only most of them came back, where did the rest of them go? Or…】
【May 5th, overcast】
【She came to me...how could this be? Isn't she dead...I know, it's her ghost, she's back, she's coming for revenge! 】
The diary came to an abrupt end here, and Lu Li unconsciously continued to flip through the blank paper.
Apparently, Campbell's statement on April 1st that I killed someone was not a joke.
Whoa—
The page turning sound suddenly disappeared.
New content appears in the second half of the diary.
is no longer a diary format, but the writer should be the same person.
【She did it on purpose...she threw me into it, she wanted to retaliate against me...she was blaming me for killing her and gouging out her eyes...]
【what happened! ? Why is everyone, every building, everything twisting out of shape... am I at fault? Is it what it did? 】
Lu Li turned to the second page and noticed that the handwriting was getting messy.
【They heard me! They're looking for me...they see me! They want to touch me...I have to hide, not to be touched, once touched...]
From here, his sanity began to have problems. Just like the distorted world he described, the words he wrote turned into deformed limbs, distorted and spread, struggling to escape from the words and grabbing at the person reading the diary.
Lu Li frowned, ignoring the negativity brought about by the font, and focused all his attention on identifying each word.
【Yes...it did it. It's getting better when I get close to it...I get it...it's urging me...it's calling me...it's doing it all...it's making me go back...]
【I know those are houses, they are made of wood, I know very well. But when those meatballs that are several meters high and spread on both sides of the long street are covered with limbs, squirming and waving sticky... I am getting closer to it, only by getting close to it can I keep thinking... Dad, Mom, what should I do...]
【I'm struggling to keep thinking, I need money, I can't lose this job. In my eyes, Benjamin and his colleagues are lumps of flesh that make strange noises... I tried my best to restrain myself from showing disgust and nausea. 】
【I can't take it anymore...I have to stick it to stay sane...this is the last thing, I'm going in. If anyone sees this diary, please remember - stay away from it. When you hear it, they can see you. When you see it, they can touch you. Don't touch them...don't...the door opens. 】
【It came to me】
The handwriting stops abruptly here.
is followed by a mess of meaningless words.
Lu Li reluctantly pieced together a pronunciation from this string of words: …Laye…
He didn't read it. Generally speaking in horror stories with unknown words, bad things will happen - Lu Li knows this very well.
(end of this chapter)