Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 482 Fifty-nine. Strong and weak

   The street lights of the port flickered brightly and dimly.

The    municipality is still supplying power to the port, which may save more people and facilitate the exorcists who are in the port to clear the human pus.

   Although the exorcist never really went deep into the port.

  The exorcist's front will only advance to the end of the bridge and it will be difficult to advance.

The    openness means that human pus can come from all directions, and although their bulky, twisted disgusting bodies are easy to hit, human puss with more bullets than exorcists carry usually rarely get left alone.

   And they don't give the exorcist seconds to reload.

"I haven't taken such an easy job for a long time." Weedon stood beside the burning torch and whispered to his colleagues: "Just hiding behind the horse and pulling the trigger for the person who appeared, this kind of job It’s easy to get civilians to come.”

  Many exorcists gather here, some observing the port, some looking for a partner to enter the port.

Someone answered him: "But it doesn't make sense. Don't forget that we are here to clean up the port. People who hide here will not take the initiative to send it to the door. How many people have we killed so far? Three hundred? Or four hundred? In the port But there are thousands!"

   His voice became louder because of excitement, and it spread through the fog.

   "Shhh! Damn...be quiet."

Weedon reminded the exorcist who was hired by the same organization as himself, and complained in a low voice: "I'm just a little detective helping my neighbors solve supernatural incidents. This kind of thing should be handled by those more powerful guys, we only do it. What we can do."

  The voice fell, and the roar of human pus suddenly echoed in the harbor hidden in the mist, and then they were sticky and wet.

  They were alerted! ?

  Weedon raised his head in horror, and the other exorcists guarding the end of the bridge stopped their original movements at the same time and looked into the depths of the fog uneasily.

   The roar emerged from the fog, but the sound was getting smaller and smaller.

   "Are they moving away from us?"

A suspicious whisper sounded in the crowd. At this moment, the wooden bridge shook, and a figure ran from behind, bringing a message: A senior investigator has entered the port to deal with the time, and all the exorcists are guarding. The wooden bridge prevents human pus from breaking through.

  …

  da——

  The toes of his shoes touched the deck, and Lu Li, who fell from the sky, stood firm.

   Carrying the oil lamp, Lu Li walked under the mast, observed the mast and said, "This is it."

   That cargo ship with tons of kerosene.

  Lu Li handed the oil lamp to Anna, and took out what Rachel wanted to give him—it was a strangely shaped stone finger that looked like it was broken off a statue.

  According to the usage method explained by Rachel, Lu Li held it in the palm of his hand and raised it high, clenching his fists.

   The crushed stone finger did not lose its original shape, and then suddenly, a beam of light penetrated the gap between the fingertips and spread outward.

  At first, its light was only similar to that of an oil lamp, but as time passed, the light became stronger and stronger, and he seemed to be holding a second lighthouse on the reef in his raised palm.

  The dazzling light that almost swallowed Lu Li's outline made the shadows and mists invisible, melting silently like ice and snow. Decks, cargo ships, deep seas, ports, more and more scenes appear in the diffused light.

Its name is an ancient image fragment, and Rachel told Lu Li its origin and use: the strange fog obtained from the ancient ruins, when the investigator found there, nothing existed in it, only the stone pillars standing in the original hall were left. with countless broken statues buried.

  People found the wreckage of the statue under the rubble. An accident happened when a member of the Alliance who was cleaning up the wreckage took part of the statue and grabbed it subconsciously.

  A dazzling light emerged from his palm, and the personnel were so frightened that they threw away the wreckage, and the light gradually dimmed.

   After a few days, people understood its usefulness: when held tightly by the hand, the statue fragment would burst into a strong light, and the light could drive out the dark and fictitious things, such as darkness, such as fog, or other weak and strange things.

   Regrettably, the damage to the statues was so severe that it was difficult for exorcists to piece together a complete statue and trace their origins.

   After being tested by the Exorcist Association, it is confirmed that the fragments of the ancient image are not contaminants and will not bring any negative effects, because

   Unlike broken candles, which can be artificially made and difficult to use, they are temporarily stored as cultural relics and special props.

  Rachel thought this was a good opportunity to use the remains of the statue. Of course, after using it, Lu Li had to return the exhausted fragments of the ancient statue. After fading the halo of special props, it is still a cultural relic.

   After more than ten seconds, the blooming light no longer spreads outward.

  The roar of human pus echoed over the port, spreading into the light on the edge of the port. Lu Li had already vaguely observed their approaching silhouettes in the surging dark mist.

   "Build a bridge." Lu Li said.

   It seems that there is no need to circle around the port, Human Pus knows that an uninvited guest has arrived.

  Anna's "build" is simple and convenient. Open the deck and put wooden boards several meters wide and ten meters long on the side of the ship and the port of call, so that pus can move along, instead of falling into the water and polluting the sea.

   And the exposed cabin can accommodate more people.

  The wooden barrels piled up in the corner of the cabin contained kerosene to solve the incident, and the human pus, which was making a vague roar, had poured into the "bridge", and they were completely unaffected by the blooming light, like a wet mud block wriggling upwards by a child.

  Ana brought Lu Li to the air, and watched the tidal water-like pus under her feet rush up to the deck. Some of them were squeezed into the sea water and disappeared into the deep sea in a blink of an eye.

  The human puss fell into the cabin, looked up at Lu Li in the air with what seemed to be a head, and continued to gather at the feet of Lu Li, piling up high towers like mountains.

  More and more human pus gathered from the port, and the tower spires piled up higher and higher, and then when it was about to surpass the deck, a burst of force hit, and the swaying tower collapsed.

   "It's so weak..."

  Ann whispered softly, the densely squirming human pus in the cabin was not much stronger than the ants.

   But this kind of weak and ugly monster can easily destroy the most glorious and prosperous city on the Ellen Peninsula.

  Lu Li tilted his head to look at Anna's profile, but said nothing.

   After dozens of seconds, four or five hundred human puss gathered in the cabin. They were bound by each other and crawled awkwardly.

The number of    gathered was too small, far from the time to set the cargo ship on fire.

  Anna planned to do something at this time, but there was a problem in front of her eyes.

   "They're not meant to be smashed with redemption."

"Um."

   "I have a great idea," Anna said. "With other psychic guns, you shoot, I reload."

  Lu Li did not refuse. Although Anna was there, other sequences other than "redemption" were almost useless, but the random ability after the rose bloomed made him thirsty for knowledge.

   (end of this chapter)