Bizarre Detective Agency: Chapter 646 223. Belfast Today Newspaper

  Chapter 646 223. Belfast Today Newspaper

   The traces of the storm raging not long ago still remain in the dark newspaper office.

There was no maintenance, the windows were smashed by the strong wind that was carrying dead branches and stones, and the wind and rain poured into the factory and the office area on the second floor. Traces of residual fonts.

   The hollow echo of water droplets is the only sound in this building.

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   Water droplets fell from the dim ceiling into the pool of water behind the door, and the ripples in circles disturbed the gloomy sky outside the door, and a pair of unreal white bare feet.

  Anna looked around the factory area on the first floor, a dozen identical heavy machines were scattered, and there was obvious damage to the exterior of the machines near the edge of the window.

The gloomy aura emanating from    was like tentacles probing into every dark corner of the newspaper office, and was controlled to only cover this building.

   There is no weird smell.

   In fact, the weirdness in the surrounding area began to decrease from the time it got closer to the industrial area. Maybe they don't want to occupy an empty factory full of machines, or maybe there's a "big" one hidden deep in an industrial area.

  They dare not come.

   The standing water in the factory looked dirty, and Anna floated over it and entered the interior.

   She checked the printing machines on both sides, the damp metal surfaces reflected the light outside the window or door. Wetting them might not affect their use, but what's bad is that Anna sees copper wires wrapped in black rubber in the same places on each machine.

   This is the wire.

  You need electricity to make them work.

  Although Belfast’s power plant is deep in the industrial area, at most two or three miles away from the newspaper office, it was impossible for Anna to restore power to the power plant that had been silent for more than half a month. That would be too loud.

   Maybe there are manual printing machines upstairs.

  Ana thought, and went to the office to search, but found nothing. There are no printing machines or anything like printing machines on the second floor.

   Those places where handwriting is not required and the printing volume is not as large as that of newspaper offices should have manual printing machines. such as banks or large corporations.

  Anna picked up the oil lamp that was lucky not to be broken under the table, found a match in the drawer and lit it, unfolded the map beside the faint wick that was gradually lit, and looked for the location of the bank and the large company.

   They are all around the business district and are not hard to find, there are even several in a block, and it is expected that printing machines can be easily found there.

   But it was the busiest place in Belfast, and it is now - just with a different set of residents.

   There are some dangers in going there, and this is secondary. Anna was even more worried that there would be strange secrets or signs that she couldn't detect, and followed herself to find Lu Li.

   Just imagining that scene would make Anna lose control of her breath.

  In hesitation, she noticed a map under the oil lamp that was pressed down.

   or the structure of the newspaper.

  Anna moved the oil lamp a little, and the structure diagram was placed in a photo frame, with the words "Belfast Today Newspaper" in the lower right corner. In addition to the factory on the first floor and the office on the second floor, there are also markings on the backyard, storage warehouse and basement.

   Maybe there will be manual machines in basements and storage warehouses.

  Anna went to the storage warehouse in the backyard first. There were blank newspapers wrapped neatly in tarpaulins, but unfortunately there was no machine.

   In the basement, under the gap between the first and second floors of stairs, the iron door remained motionless when an invisible hand pushed it.

  The door was not locked, more like it was bolted back from the inside.

  Anna paused slightly, her breath tentacles poking into the space behind the door.

   Still no weirdness...which usually means two things. Either a Jimmy-like entity weird or a human.

   And the former is obviously less likely to lock himself in the basement…

Will    be a survivor?

  Ana raised her illusory palm, and her knuckles knocked on the iron door, making a clearer sound than the dull wooden door.

  噔噔噔.

  Ana slowed down and listened to the sound behind the door.

When    knocked on the iron door for the second time, there was a faint rustling sound from behind the door.

   "Survivor?" Anna asked behind the door, but got no answer.

   Ana, who confirmed that there were living creatures hiding in the basement, said directly: "I am the assistant of the exorcist... I plan to come here to print something. If you can help, we will help you too."

The voice of    fell, and there was some movement behind the door, getting closer and closer.

  Wow——

   Behind the door, there was a sore rubbing sound when the latch was taken off. Slowly, the iron door opened a gap, and a wrinkled, bone-thin head protruded from behind the door.

  The old man is a survivor, but looks more spooky than Anna. The palms clinging to the door are like thin claws. I don't know how long I have been hiding in the basement. Maybe I have been hiding there since the disaster.

  The cloudy eyes in his shadow looked at Anna, and said hoarsely: "You are telling the truth...? The exorcist...is here to save us?"

  Anna was about to speak when the old man's expression suddenly filled with terror. He found that Anna's silhouette was illusory, and he quickly closed the door and hung the latch in fear.

   "I am a ghost, but I am indeed the exorcist's assistant." Anna frowned and said as she stumbled away from the iron door. "If I want to hurt you, I can go in directly."

   Only a few minutes passed, no matter what Anna said, the old man refused to come out.

   Not intending to waste any more time on this survivor, the body went straight through the iron door.

  The steps extend down, the wall reflects the water light, and there is a faint fire coming from the basement.

  In the basement, the old man covered himself under a blanket and shivered. The flame in the brazier in front of him was only a few centimeters high, like a large oil lamp, and there was a small half-barrel of ink that was not used up.

  Ana ignored the trembling old man and looked around the basement. In the corner, she saw a half-human-high machine with a thick layer of dust. It looked similar to the printing machine above, only smaller and more shabby.

   "Is this machine good?" Anna asked the old man. The old man may be the worker here.

   The latter trembled visibly and remained silent.

   "Will you use this machine?" Anna asked again.

   Still no answer.

  Anna's expression became more and more indifferent, she remembered one thing.

  The emotion called urging burst out from the depths of consciousness, like ink falling into clear water, and quickly smudged the surrounding reason.

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  What does the old man know.

   But the old man will not cooperate.

   I can get him to speak.

   A twisted, shaking shadow slowly emerged behind Anna. It became more and more solid, like a real shadow, and then separated from Anna's feet, strode close to the old man like a young girl, and disappeared into his shaking shadow.

  The old man suddenly stopped shaking, and then slowly, took off the blanket covering him.

  Under the light of the fire, the turbid eyes of the old man were filled with indifference and other emotions, pain, thinking, and excitement...

   His name was Robbie Rudneff, an old man in his sixties.

   (end of this chapter)