Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 657 Two hundred and thirty-four. The time of silence comes

   The time of silence will soon come.

   Even turn on the radio to receive the intermittent warning broadcast from Shymfast.

   But Wanghai Cliff has everything ready.

  …

   Symfast has everything ready.

   The hustle and bustle that was everywhere in the past few days has subsided a lot, thanks to the constant warning from the city hall.

  Everyone knows that the third plague is coming. When the church bells toll, keep quiet.

   In the past few days, some outsiders who are different from the refugees have come to Shymfast.

   They came from the Lord's Continent, and were ordered by the city lord or the city hall to experience the dangers of the silent time, and then brought them back to their cities that were not enveloped by the silent time.

   "The eastern city was attacked two days ago, and the situation is not very good, because... In addition to the silence, we have to beware of other evil spirits attacking-"

  Under the wooden wall on the edge of Shymfast, the municipal staff walked quickly with messengers from other cities, and the chatter disappeared in the wind.

  Cercio carried the last bag of sand and piled it under the wooden wall to secure it.

   The municipal staff holding the notes stepped forward to check it out. Celcio calmed his breath and returned to the other workers with his head down.

   "See? That's the city wall we erected."

   Some workers point proudly to the stretch of wooden wall.

  Cercio envied the young worker and laughed. Lost their jobs, what do they do next?

   Picked up the water bottle and filled half of the water in his stomach, then wet the towel hanging on his shoulders and simply wiped his body.

   I have to put on my clothes in a while, and my wife will complain when my clothes get too dirty.

   A worker he knew when he was building the wooden wall came over and asked Sercio what he was going to do next.

   He escaped from Watchtown. Losing their jobs made them more apprehensive than locals like Sercio.

   "I'm going to the port," Sercio said.

  The coolness hit after wiping the towel, he put on a vest and a coat over it.

   The worker shouted with a look of madness: "You are crazy!? Deal with those monster-like fish!"

   Many workers turned to this side because of their prestige

   "If you don't work, you can't eat." Sercio's face was as hard as a sculpture.

After queuing up to receive the salary, Celcio first went home to pick up the tub, and then crossed the city to sign up at the port recruitment office set up in the west area. They were recruiting people all the time. At six o'clock, you can still catch a scooter.

   Leaving the recruitment office, Celcio walked into the fish market full of fishy smell, and exchanged all the money he just earned for fish sauce.

  As wheat became more and more scarce, brown bread, which was originally a staple food at the bottom, began to be unaffordable even for those middle-class people.

Its appearance is very poor. All kinds of fish are crushed and mixed together, so that the bones cannot be picked out. Among them, there are also rumored fish with hands, feet or mouths-precious fish will be picked out and made. Canned food, or sold to those nobles.

   But the taste is surprisingly good and cheap enough. A day's salary can buy a full pound, you know, it's meat.

  If you think the fishy smell is too heavy, you can mix it with mashed potatoes. The method is very simple, even without a pot. As long as you put the fish paste cake in the shape of a cake on the red-hot stove, it will be baked to a crisp yellow in a short time, and the tempting aroma of fish and potatoes will emerge.

   It is said that fish cakes have become the most popular food in Himfast.

The fishmonger took the money and used a spoon that was just enough to hold a pound to fill the fish paste. With a strong fishy smell, he poured it into the wooden basin held by Celcio, and shook off the fish sticking to it. mud.

it's getting dark.

  Cercio withdrew his gaze towards the sky and returned home with a wooden tub.

   "Why did you buy so many..." Holding the sleeping child, the wife came out of the back room and said.

   "You should eat some meat to replenish your body." Sercio said, putting the barrel in the kitchen and covering it with a lid.

   There is no gluttonous cat in his house, but the mice will smell the smell and run to steal it.

   "Little Gray is eight months old..." The wife complained helplessly, "There are still two pieces left to eat...Tomorrow you can go buy some fish and come back, we can make dried fish."

  Cercio shook his head and said, "The work on the city wall is finished, and tomorrow I will go to the port to work."

  The wife's face turned pale: "It's not very--"

   "Don't listen to those women, there is no danger in the port." Celcio interrupted his wife's worries. "I watched it at the West City Gate a few days ago, and every time the number of people who went there was the same as the number of people who came back."

   No wonder my husband came back late a few days ago...

  The wife thought, no longer persuaded, just let Sercio pay attention to safety.

  The street lights on the streets and alleys outside the window began to light up, and the wife handed over the child to her husband and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

   Half an hour later, the couple sat at the humble dining table and talked about what happened today. Mainly the wife is talking.

  For example, Aunt Maria next door improved the fish paste cake and mixed some crushed dead leaves in it to make it taste better. For example, Locke had a fight with his parents again, this time because Locke wanted to be a sailor. For example, Mrs. Stacy is pregnant, but she doesn't know why her husband is angry and beats her...

  Cercio listened quietly, and occasionally took a bite of the fish cake.

   This tranquility and peace lasted for a few minutes, and was suddenly shaken by the sound of a bell in the distance.

   "What's the matter..." The wife who was telling Mrs. Fenna's story frowned and looked out the window, but she didn't react.

   But then another bell rang from another place, then a third and a fourth, the clutter of church bells echoed over Shymfast.

   The baby in his arms was woken up and cried.

   "A new disaster is coming." Sercio, who suddenly stood up, knocked down the wooden chair and said to his wife, "Shut up little Gray."

   The wife who woke up hurriedly went to coax the baby, but he still cried loudly: "He was frightened!"

The voice of    fell, and the church bells on the street suddenly stopped ringing, leaving only the reverberation.

  Cercio realizes what this means, and hastily grimaces at his crying son - every time he does so, he stops little Gray's cries.

   is still valid this time. Little Gray stopped crying, and looked at the changing faces with big curious eyes.

   The eyes of the wife holding the child were filled with fear, and the father across from him silently made various faces. This scene in the quiet hut is eerie and warm.

   "Giggle-"

  Suddenly, little Gray was so amused that he giggled.

   Fear climbed up Celcio's back. His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened, reflecting his empty swaddled wife.

   "My child—"

   The screaming stopped abruptly, and there was only an empty chair across the table, as if no one had ever been there.

  Cercio's grimace froze, and he remained motionless, only tears welling up in his eyes.

   The last bell disappeared into the night sky.

  The whole city fell into a dead silence, no chaos, no commotion.

   Because death and fear spread silently.

   (end of this chapter)