Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 632 Two hundred and nine. Towards the doomed ending

   Badlands.

  Oasis once adorned this barren land like stars. But after the plague of plants came, the desert completely shrouded this place like a shadow.

  The aborigines who are unwilling to leave are covered with yellow sand, and those who want to leave are like ants migrating to cities and ports.

   A large, scattered convoy traversed the hills that were once oasis, withered bushes not yet buried by the sand, and marched strangely into the depths of the barren land.

   The only tumbleweeds that traveled with them were the wind.

   "There's nothing but wind and sand here," Copeland complained, spitting out the sand that blew into his mouth. He was about to have enough of the sting of the rough sand rubbing against his skin.

   "You missed a Rand." MacDonald passed Copeland, who had stopped. "And weird."

   "This joke is not funny, gentlemen." Team leader Heinz turned back and said strictly: "Seriously, don't forget our mission."

   "Of course, my esteemed Lord of the Night's Watch." MacDonald stroked his chest in a noble salute, and shrugged at Copeland when Heinz turned back and continued on his way. "Night watchmen are so incomprehensible, it's good to get used to it."

   Copeland and MacDonald are the only investigators in this five-man team, and they are tasked with collecting and exploring, but not yet.

   The huge convoy moved for a few miles, and the convoy in front slowed down. Copeland tilted his head and saw the aboriginal leader shouting something and running over: "We will enter its range, and everyone will not make a sound. If you hear the bell, stand still and don't make any noise."

   New disasters can arise at any time, so keeping quiet is a useful and stupid way.

  Heinz took a deep breath, turned around and said to the team members: "Check your body and throw away everything that makes a sound or leave it on the carriage."

   "It was taken away," Copeland said.

   The lowest quest is also a second-level exorcist, and no one will do stupid things.

   The Aboriginal guide who arrived at the rear of the convoy returned to the front, and the convoy resumed moving forward a few minutes later. The quiet motorcade turned dead silent, and the rustling sound of the carriage rolling over the sand and stepping into the sand disappeared in the swept sand.

   The third woe is unknown when it will appear. Or it has already appeared, and it is pervading the team waiting for an opportunity.

  Bitter sand got into Copeland's mouth again, he couldn't spit it out, he could only sip it on his dry lips and then lift the back of his hand to wipe it. Instead, the sand from the back of the hand stuck to the mouth.

   After a period of silence, the sky began to darken, the convoy stopped again, and the aboriginal leader came from the front with a gesture.

   That is the gesture of camping in situ.

  Heinz is not satisfied with the arrangement, does not understand why he should rest in the disaster, shouldn't he hurry to find it?

   In any case, she can only let the team members do the same.

  The surrounding exorcists set up bonfires, spread the bedding, and everything went on in silence.

   Occasionally someone made a noise and froze. It wasn't until more than ten seconds later that nothing happened before he breathed a sigh of relief and moved more carefully.

  Heinz lit the team fire, filled in the firewood, stood up and looked around.

   Evening is coming, and the distance becomes a dim outline.

   The convoy stopped in the depression behind the hill, and the wind and sand from the upwind were blocked outside. For a desert with a huge temperature difference between day and night, there are two kinds of feelings about whether there is a place to shelter from the wind.

  People who are far away from the fire have already felt the coolness of the desert night.

   The exorcists sat by the warm fire, ate a mouthful of food and a mouthful of water, covering up the sound of chewing.

   There is no time-killing activity at the gathering place after dinner, not even reading books - that would make the sound of flipping books. Everyone got into the bedding, hoping to arrive early tomorrow.

  The campsite was eerily silent, and the people who had not slept could only hear the whine of the wind and sand in the distance, the crackling of the fire, and the nostrils of the horses not far away.

   Copeland slipped into the bedding on the warm, dry sand that had been baked, and covered his head. He didn't want to die from snoring or mindless dream babbling and smothering his face in the sand.

  Although it didn't take long, the sleeping Copeland was bored out of his head.

  …

   In the cold morning, Copeland woke up slowly.

   He subconsciously wanted to roll over and get up, when a palm pressed him.

   Copeland, who was dazed because he had just woken up, woke up instantly as if being poured cold water, and looked at Hefferson, the night watchman who was holding him down. He put a finger to his mouth, but made no sound.

   Copeland understood what he meant, and his body was stiff and still, only his eyes were looking around.

   The bonfire was burning weakly, and he saw that Heinz and the others had woken up, observing the surroundings like himself.

   This camp has been awakened, but has been forcibly frozen into silence.

  So...the disaster hit them early in the morning?

   How many people died, and who are they...

   Copeland knew very well that the discovery of new disasters must mean bad luck for someone.

   Fortunately, it does not last too long, usually it will leave in ten minutes or dozens of minutes.

   The awakened camp was forced to remain silent for an hour.

Snapped--

   A crisp applause echoed over the camp, and after ten seconds, an old voice sounded.

   "It's gone, get up kids."

The voice of    fell, and the people who had already woken up climbed out of the bedding and asked around what happened.

   "Mr. Erwin, do you know what's going on?" Heinz respectfully asked the old man who made the noise.

   "It's Neil's squad..." Scholar Erwin sighed.

  Others learned from Cass Neil.

  Neil woke up first, but there was no one in Louis' bedding across from him.

  The vigilant Neil waited for a few minutes, and quietly got up after Louis had not returned, went to wake up the leader, and then woke up the group leaders by the bonfires in turn.

   Copeland looked at Louis' bedding by the fire not far away. It was still flat and seemed to have residual warmth.

   It doesn't matter whether he rolled over inadvertently or babbled in his sleep. What exorcists need to remember is caution.

   A True Sight Night's Watch will die silently in disaster, and so will they.

  The third calamity that left will not return for the time being, and the camp is busy taking advantage of the gap. When the exorcists counted the number, it turned out that not only Louis, but three other exorcists had quietly disappeared in the long night.

  Heinz and Copeland returned to the campfire, and Copeland silently put away the quilt, ignoring the nasty sand on the bottom. Heinz took out the parchment map and unfolded it to find the hill they were on.

   It is still nearly 30 miles away from the marked oasis.

   Hope they can reach the oasis and solve the disaster before the next camp.

   (end of this chapter)