Bizarre Detective Agency

   Chapter 658 Two hundred and thirty-five. It must be destroyed

   In the quiet and late night, the sound of the bell without warning came from the evil spirit broadcast.

   Lu Li woke up from his sleep and looked at Anna who was looking down.

   "It's here, don't move." Anna whispered, she felt an obscure aura coming like a mist.

   It makes Anna feel like a second scourge hidden in the dark.

  The safe house cannot stop the evil spirits, and the obscure and invisible breath penetrates the rock walls and deep-sea stones and permeates the safe house.

   The bell on the Wraith's broadcast continues, and it will keep ringing until the Third Calamity leaves.

  Anna lowered her voice and silently guarded the bed to breathe smoothly, like a sleeping Lu Li.

  Obscure air flows in the silence, and occasionally the sea breeze blows through the chimney, and there is a whistling sound from the fireplace.

   After tormenting and waiting, the time scale seemed to be extended indefinitely. After a long wait, the obscure atmosphere gradually subsided.

The bell of the    evil spirit broadcast disappeared as the third scourge faded, and Anna waited a few more minutes to make sure it was gone.

   "It's over."

   This time it only lasted ten minutes, roughly the same time as other cities in the newspaper.

   "Is it like the plague of plants and the plague of night?" Lu Li sat up and asked Anna, "You can still use your power in it."

  …

   The silence fades away.

   Shymfast Deputy Mayor Didier Harlow and his assistants, the messengers and exorcists from other cities were walking under the wooden walls.

   "Why did some of the fires go out?" Didier Harovin looked into the depths of the fog, where the long wooden walls were hidden in the fog, and the burning fires reflected the fog. But in some places there was darkness and no fire was burning.

   "It's the shadow of the thief." The exorcist who followed the team replied.

   Didier Harlow and a group of messengers looked in amazement. "Other evil spirits also act in silence?"

   "Obvious."

   The dangers of silence are even more terrifying. People need to be quiet, but weirdos don't.

   What could be more hopeless than the sudden arrival of a moment of silence while confronting the weird?

   "Dark night disasters, strange fogs, silent times, and strange things walking in the darkness and fog..." A messenger from the southern city-state of the Lord's Continent trembled and murmured, tears streaming down the wrinkles on his old face.

   "Do we still have a future..."

   The exorcist didn't answer immediately, and looked up at the fiery red mist to the east, as if dawn was coming quietly.

   "There must be more."

  …

   The early morning bronze bells on the low hills were tolled.

   After a while, the doors of the wooden houses under the low hills opened one after another, and the underground residents walked to the open-air restaurant in twos and threes, preparing for the day's work.

  Breakfast was still mashed potatoes, black bread and broth. People complained about the monotony of the food, and Rocco, who was pushing the dining cart, had to tell them that the top of the shelter was planning to update the recipe, which would include new meals such as fishy salad and so on.

   "Sounds really bad." Erin in the wheelchair shrank her neck and squeezed her double chin.

   "Fish cakes are very popular in Shymfast," Lulu, the housekeeper who reads the newspaper every day, told the Baron. "A time when ground fish is mixed with mashed potatoes and fried in a pie shape."

   "What about the fishy salad?" Erin asked. Raw fish and salad dressing?

   "Possibly the Refuge's own recipe."

  Irene pouted, she wouldn't eat it—at most, ask Lulu for one to see how it tastes.

  Tesla came to the open-air restaurant. Compared with a few days ago, he looked like a living person now, at least his beard was shaved off.

   took a newspaper from the "newsboy", Tesla glanced briefly, and his expression became low.

   "Your wife didn't write a letter today?" Irene said teasingly, taking the newspaper from Lulu.

   "It's something else." Tesla's voice sounded muffled. "Arrived at Shymfast in Silent Time."

   As the newspapers were distributed to more and more residents, bursts of exclamations rang out over the open-air restaurant.

"My goodness…"

   "My relatives are still there!"

   "Sim is ready, everything will be fine..."

   "Sooner or later there will be such a day, isn't it?" Listening to the surrounding voices, Irene was slightly silent, put down the newspaper and said, "Lu Li is very smart. He knows how to avoid danger. As for your wife...don't worry about her."

   "Not this." Tesla shook his head. He returned confidence to Lu Li, just like he knew that Lu Li could understand the secret words of the letter. "What makes the Silent Hour more terrifying than other scourges is that it is more about us, and more about our future..."

   "Child." Lulu said suddenly.

  Tesla looked heavy: "Yes. Three or four year olds may know to be quiet, but younger children don't, especially babies..."

   It is almost impossible for them to escape the entanglement of silence for as long as two or three years.

  Even if the monsters stop their aggression, human beings will become extinct - because they cannot reproduce.

  There is only a sanctuary...in this pure place that no eerie can reach.

   "Didn't we already know the location of the Silence?" Irene was very aggressive in this regard. "Even a great price would be better than the extinction of humans on the ground. If humans can't get close, why not let the weirdos who are friendly with us go?"

"not that simple."

  As an investigator, Tesla is better than the average person at identifying the underlying content of the original news.

   "I don't care about the weirdness preying on its range...but what if it's close to its fragile body?"

  There is no evil spirit that will bring other beings close to the body.

  …

   "Don't we have any other way?"

   The exorcist followed the person in charge who was walking quickly.

After the destruction of the    crusade against the third Calamity Squad, the All-Seeing Night's Watchman Kieran Fast took over as the town commander.

  It is a pity that all the elites died in the crusade, and only some exorcists who were full of responsibility and attacked were left in the town.

   "Better than, say, shooting at long distances with a bow and arrow—"

   "The arrows can't hit the monster's body, but you reminded me." Kilan Fast didn't look back, walked into the station against the wind and sand, and stood in front of the sand table map in the living room.

   The exorcist who was walking behind closed the door, spit out the sand and came to Kieran Fast and asked, "Do you have a solution?"

   "The oasis, and the old river..." Rough fingers swiped along the old river, passing through the oasis where its body is located.

   "Go and contact the people from the Lord's Continent and the Lennon Islands, and send me the battleship with the longest range!"

  …

   "But...but it's too old, we have to spend at least a month to repair it." Lennon Islands Warship Museum, the curator said helplessly.

   "What if it's not repaired?" The old captain, Mannick Pa, with a bushy beard, walked into the captain's room and swept over here as if looking at a lover.

   "Maybe not coming back." The curator sighed.

   "Then don't come back. We can't let the fate of humanity break down here."

  Manik Pa raised his fists and slammed **** the rudder.

   "Set sail for me!"

   (end of this chapter)