Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 323 Two hundred and thirty-eight. Weird fog
Chapter 323
【Don’t try to understand them with common sense】
【We have heard this phrase countless times, and each of us knows that weirdness is mysterious, unpredictable, unpredictable, and bizarre. But... let's be honest, we all know that - we are still inevitably deceived by our brains at some point, for example, when we see deep divers, we will be like fish gills, fins, fins, etc. because of their appearance. The feature thinks it comes from the deep sea, but in fact we all know that most of the deep divers we have seen were once humans]
【So you have to deal not only with weirdness, but also with our own brains】
【This is what I want to say, don’t be constrained by thinking, be cautious and bold】
[I'm Will Ken, the former legendary agent slayer, and in half a minute it will be another ex-legendary agent's turn to appear, that's a very nasty old man, he will be in "Evil Spectator" Tell you about the evil spirits, be careful not to be frightened, I'm done *inserts soothing music*]
"As unreasonable as the alley wraith we met in Shymfast?" Ana substituted into the words of legendary detective Will Ken.
"almost."
So ordinary people have little hope of surviving when they encounter evil spirits.
The loud soothing music from the poor radio went on for a while, then began to fade away.
A distinctive old voice came from the radio.
[I am Ron Swift, the former legendary detective slayer, now a member of the Alliance rescue team, and occasionally part-time tavern dancer]
Like Will Ken said, this is a very bad old man.
The time was just 6:43, and the previous narrator left him plenty of time. Ron Swift told a few funny jokes and finally got to the topic of the day.
[The people on the side have winked at me for the 23rd time *laughs*, they look anxious, well, I will tell you about an evil spirit. 】
[It's called the shadow of the thread, and some people call it the claw of manipulation. If you are pulled into its sense of ritual, you will hear a hoarse and low voice in your mind, just like me *imitation voice*' I'm the shadow of the thread, I'm going to eat your brain~']
【When you enter the ceremony, usually the voice in your head will arrange your identity and what to do next. And what you have to do is to do things that go along with your identity]
[Like the name we gave it, it's like a play, or a novel, you are the character in the story, you want to make sure the story goes on and doesn't make it awkward for the possible 'audience' . If you do something abrupt, the shadow of the thread will warn you: there will be several twisted and skinny claws like the broken arms of an old man who has lived for hundreds of years. ——]
【You still have the opportunity to correct your mistakes when it is not fully lowered, and then it forgives your mistakes like a generous audience. A friendly reminder, the more abrupt you behave, the faster the claws appear, until you make an irreparable mistake, it will kill you in an instant, leaving you too late to react]
【If you are unfortunate enough to encounter the shadow of the thread, I have good news for you *pause*]
【Its ritual survival rate is very high, about 3.4%, which is very rare among evil spirits that can attack humans. Even ordinary people who know nothing about weirdness can end the ritual alive. At the same time, its ritual can bring the highest sense of happiness]
【You heard right, I did use the word happiness】
【Shadow of the Thread Lifting is a rare evil spirit that will not make those who enter the ceremony collapse due to fear. Although its script and its story will be weird and unspeakable, it is usually not frightening】
【So if you encounter the shadow of the thread, you can say that you get a good news and a bad news at the same time: the bad news is that you are in the ritual of the evil spirit. The good news is that this evil spirit is the shadow of the thread.]
【I’m done, if you want to say thank you for my message, come watch my dance at the Whistle Bar in Conteto, the Land of Stars *insert soothing music*]
At 7:03, the continuous music stopped abruptly, and only the messy rustling background sound remained on the radio.
The station ends "on time".
Ana left the sofa, turned off the radio, and looked back at Lu Li, who was leaning on the sofa: "Are you sleepy?"
"There are some."
"sleep!"
Anna can't wait to set up their new home on the cliff tomorrow morning.
Lu Li walked into the kitchen to wash up, went back to the sofa to lie down and covered with a blanket.
"Good night."
In Anna's soft greeting, Lu Li closed his eyes.
I don't know how long it took, when suddenly a sense of oppression that made him breathless came, with an uncomfortable dark malice.
Lu Li on the sofa opened his eyes.
The flames in the two oil lamps on the desk and dining table were extremely weak, and the dim ones seemed to be extinguished at any moment. In the limited light, everything in the detective agency was covered with a strange mist like a veil.
In the darkness, Lu Li saw that the sculpture was not in its original location. It is set back in the corner, facing the corner.
Lu Li saw Anna, her toes were slightly dangling and she floated in front of the sofa to protect Lu Li, like a cat with fried fur, a twisted and solid shadow laying on the floor, her scarlet eyes stared out the window coldly.
The cold aura around her body was completely released, but it did not affect the nearby Lu Lidian.
"what happened."
Lu Li asked her, and touched the holster under the pillow with his palm.
The curtains blocked him, and he couldn't see anything outside the window.
The coldness on Anna's cheeks dissipated a little, and she whispered, "Something that appeared when we first met in the gallery."
Lu Li thought of the fog he first encountered in Madam Anlei's art gallery, the fog that filled the entire city from the depths of the sea.
The situation now is exactly the same as it was before.
Lu Li did not sit up, but kept his palms under the pillow while observing the curtains that had never been blown.
Lu Li didn't intend to lift the curtains and peek out the window to see what was happening outside.
He could feel something deeply disturbing in the fog on the street.
The screeching scream and the strange footsteps came from nowhere.
This gloom and mist lasted for several minutes, and the mist in the room began to dissipate gradually. The light of the oil lamp returned to normal.
That sense of oppression and anxiety disappeared.
"When did it happen?" Lu Li pulled out his palm.
"Not long before you woke up, I didn't have time to call you." Her breath subsided, and Anna, whose eyes had faded with the last trace of scarlet, shook her head gently. "what is that……?"
"Eerie fog."
It shouldn't come again, at least not tonight.
Anna nodded, carrying some kind of unease, watching Lu Li close his eyes again, his breathing gradually became steady.
The dark night was silent.
(end of this chapter)