Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 33 Thirty-three. Lu Li\'s daily life

   Chapter 33 Thirty-three. Lu Li's daily life

  Cooking smoke rises from the chimneys of some houses on both sides of the street.

  Lu Li walked out of Mrs. Film's Bakery with a steaming kraft paper bag, and distributed it to the surrounding children as before.

   is not a group of children, some Lu Li have met, some have not, but they are all polite and enthusiastic.

  Anyway, they haven't smothered too much of the world's gray color.

  Lu Li was holding another bag of kraft paper, which contained five pounds of oranges. The world is less able to get the energy it needs from daily meals than it used to be. Most of the residents' food is mainly black bread, and a small amount of fish and meat.

  Lu Li must supplement vitamins on time to avoid malnutrition.

   After distributing the bread, he took out two oranges and distributed them to the cheering children. Lu Li returned to the detective agency with the kind eyes and greetings from the residents.

  …

   crunch—

  The dust floated in the cold and empty detective agency, and became clear in front of the pale window.

   Silence flowed through the detective agency, until at a certain moment, the open door disturbed all this.

  The floating dust scattered around the door, and the existence called Quiet got into the corner and disappeared.

  The keychain crossed a parabola and landed on the sofa with a soft clatter.

  Lu Li looked around at the detective agency that he gradually became familiar with. The portraits on the bookshelf were normal, and the sculptures by the door did not move around.

   Putting two bags of kraft paper on the desk, Lu Li turned and walked towards the kitchen.

  One of the bags of kraft paper was piled up, the mouth of the bag was lowered, and an orange the size of a fist rolled out of the bag, landed on the floor with a muffled sound, and rolled a few times.

  Lu Li glanced back, didn't care, went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

   After a while, Lu Li walked out of the kitchen without wiping the wet hands. He walked to the desk and bent over to pick up the orange and put it back in the kraft paper bag.

  The other kraft paper bag with bread was a little damp, and the wrinkled kraft paper blocked the opening of the bag, so the heat could not escape.

   Carelessly opened the bag, wiped his hands on the kraft paper bag, and then took out the soft, wheat-scented white bread and took a bite.

   He took the kettle with the other hand, and the light touch made Lu Li frown slightly, and poured the rest of the water into the cup.

  The water is about to run out. I will go to the water room to fetch water in a while. A pot of water is one shilling.

  Lu Li silently chewed the bread and took a sip of water when his mouth was dry. He eats very calmly, that is, he doesn't open his mouth to chew or make a sound, and he almost blends in with the quiet and quiet detective agency.

   A soft loaf of only one pound is huge, much larger than the bran loaf known as black bread. About the size of two palms. But if you squeeze it tightly together, you may be left with less than a fist-sized amount of dough.

   After eating the white bread in less than three minutes, mix the last glass of water and swallow.

  Lu Li stood up abruptly, rolled the paper bag into a ball, and walked out of the detective agency with the water bottle.

The    Detective Agency is not a single house, but one of the rooms in a row of longhouses—the largest one.

   Most of the people living in the longhouse are fishermen and crew, but there is not much sea smell in the dim corridor. There are some residents in the water room. When they saw Lu Li, they politely stepped aside and let him come first. Lu Li nodded his thanks.

   "Is there still water to boil, Mr. Lu Li." The water room manager smiled politely and took Lu Li's kettle.

"Um."

  The manager turned on the faucet, and the hot water flowed into the kettle.

   After a short while, the kettle was full, and Lu Li took it and handed it to the caretaker for 1 shilling.

   After walking out of the somewhat crowded water room, there was a quarrel in the corridor behind him.

   "I want a pot of boiled water too! It's definitely good for the big detective to drink boiled water all day long!"

   "I want too, get me a bucket!"

   "Get out of the way, sailor, why do you want so much!"

   "Can't you take a bath?"

  .

   closed the door, blocking out the quarrel in the corridor.

  Put the kettle on the desk, poured a glass of water, Lu Li took off his black trench coat, weighed the hanger and the sculpture for a moment, and chose the former.

   After all, it is a hassle to put on and undress the sculpture, and it is far less troublesome than throwing it on the hanger.

  The streets outside the window were crowded with people, and occasionally passersby glanced curiously, but were blocked by the light gauze behind the window.

  Lu Li sat in the seat, removed the steaming cup, picked up the microphone and called Oliver.

   It took a while for the call to be connected, but it was not the Slavs who answered the call, but Oliver.

   "Hi boss, is the gallery done?"

  Lu Li didn't ask why he answered the phone, but calmly said, "Well. Is there a bookstore in Belfast?"

  Oliver was stunned for a moment, then realized that the "um" had already answered him, and coughed lightly: "Of course, boss, what do you want to buy?"

   "Books related to general history or human geography, after you come, I will give you the book money and the portion entrusted to you this time, a total of 30 shillings."

   "Thank you boss, boss is so cool!"

   Oliver said excitedly, 30 shillings is not too low. An average family of three spends only 7-8 shillings a day.

   hung up the phone, Oliver's smile was still on his face, and a heavy breathing sound came from behind him.

  Oliver stiffly raised his head and turned around, as if struck by lightning, and squeezed out a smile: "Lady Slav, your..."

"Um?"

   A thunderous upward tone sounded, Oliver trembled all over: "I... I mean Mrs. Lu Li, is your... love letter ready?"

   "In my room, go to my door to get it later."

   "Okay, okay..." Oliver bowed his head respectfully.

   This weakness did not loosen the Slavic lady. She still stood in front of Oliver, staring at him and questioning her tone: "How can I be sure that you won't peek at my letter."

   "Don't worry! I definitely won't!" Oliver raised his head abruptly and promised loudly, "Only my boss can bear such a fiery love of yours, how can ordinary people like us covet it!"

  …

   On the other side, Lu Li put back the microphone and closed his eyes to wait for Oliver's arrival.

   But until the sky gradually darkened and night was about to fall, the pedestrians on the street outside the window were in a hurry, the shops were closed one after another, and Lu Li didn't wait for Oliver to come.

   Lu Li, who woke up from a light sleep, opened his eyes and looked at the detective agency in the darkness. He finally remembered something, picked up a box of matches, wiped it, and lit the oil lamp on the desk.

  Call—

   Tossed the firewood and threw it into the trash can. Lu Li covered the glass cover of the oil lamp.

   The noise outside the window gradually became calm, and occasionally there were pedestrians who had not yet returned home holding a light source and passed by in the dark evening.

   At this moment, a gloomy feeling came from behind and spread all over the body. A figure in a translucent white dress floated out of the portrait on the bookshelf.

  Ana looked left and right, then lowered her head and looked at Lu Li.

   "Hmph, you say no, your body is still very honest."

   (end of this chapter)