Bizarre Detective Agency

  Chapter 895

   "Sir, please buy a flower."

   Midnight city edge, old sewer branch, shack hotel.

   The figures in teaching uniforms quietly ate the food they brought, and the little girl who came in from outside told them to stop.

   The eyes under the hood fell on the little girl. She waited for a while, and saw that she could not get any business and left the door.

   After silently eating their food, they paid for the room and left the shack hotel.

   The shimmer of the fluorite blocks on the top of the cave is not as bright as the torches and oil lamps of the shops. The signboard with the shop name written on the alchemy slate is full of colorful luminous runes, which can be clearly seen hundreds of meters away.

   The sturdy figure following his companion suddenly paused for a short while and looked not far from the street.

   He saw the little girl who was selling flowers. She seemed to hit a wall again, and the flowers in the flower basket with her thin arms seemed to have no shortage of flowers.

   A thin girl without any malice or pollution is out of tune with the environment of the old sewers, and seems to be swallowed by the weirdness that comes and goes at any time.

The    figure left the team of companions, squatted in front of the little girl, took out a few crumpled shillings from the pocket behind the teaching uniform and stuffed them into the little girl's hands.

   "It's time for us to go."

   came a companion call from behind him.

   "Find a way to get to the ground, don't stay here."

The    figure rubbed the little girl's head, took the swaying purple flower she handed over, got up and returned to his companions, and walked towards the lively underground street in the distance.

  …

  Midnight City Terminal.

   The bustling main street seems to be no different from the city on the ground.

   Except for the weird and grotesque goods in the shop.

   They arrived a little later than expected because of the lack of worms—the worms around Darkstar City were looted, and the vacant worms were quickly occupied by wandering tribes.

   "Sir, please buy a flower."

   A filthy, thin human girl approached Lu Li before them.

   "How much for one."

   "Only three shillings sir."

  Lu Li gave the little girl 3 shillings, but did not take the flowers that the little girl handed over, leading the believers to avoid her.

   "weird...also...buying flowers?"

   Ophelia turned her head frequently. The little girl went to sell flowers to other passers-by.

   "Midnight City Terminal has more humans and inhumans than other old sewers." Lu Li stepped forward.

   "They're better at cheating."

   "So cheating...?"

   "Flowers are weird, I've seen this scam."

As a resident of the old sewer, Purseus had a say in debunking the little girl's fake flower sales: "The weird flower uses this method to spread pollen or parasitism, I guess the latter, the little girl is parasitized or the weird flower itself. "

   It is impossible for a real little girl to survive alone in the chaotic old sewers.

   "The old sewers... waterways... didn't have... rules?"

   Ophelia recalls the numb look and behavior of the little girl, which is really strange, but Midnight City Terminal allows weirdness to forage here?

   "Miss Ophelia, you can treat it as an unspoken rule that you will be fine if you don't get discovered... The old sewer rules are very restrictive, and they must be incomparable to human cities, where idiots and weak people are not qualified to survive..."

  Puseus said with emotion and pain that he didn't want to recall.

   He's not an idiot, but a downright weakling. He is the only one left in the Boy Scouts around the city. Without Lu Li, he would have already become the food of a monster like his former partner.

  …

  tick-tick-tick-

   squeezed into the dimly lit alley, blood dripping down his fingertips.

  chi——

The    stroked matches burst into smoke and light, swaying into the oil lamps.

The dim light    lit up gradually revealed the surroundings.

  Captain Hoggart continued to unravel the extremities of the veins that cling to the sturdy, **** chest.

   A string of purple-red veins like tree roots were thrown into the mud underfoot.

   "Servant, be a torch."

   Captain Hoggart didn't look back, dug out the last root buried in the flesh and blood, and took the torch handed by the squire.

   "Be patient."

  The torch was close to the ploughed chest, and the suppressed groan and the smell of barbecue overflowed at the same time.

   After more than ten seconds, Captain Hoggart took out the torch, wrapped gauze around his chest, and sprinkled the potion to cover up the smell of blood.

   The shaky, rough, broad palm grabbed the teaching uniform and put it on, and walked out of the alley with a silhouette like a wall under the firelight.

   "Come back, Knight Vino." Captain Hoggart stopped him.

   Knight Vino stopped: "Scholar Lanna died because of my mistake."

   "So we have to learn more. Remember, nothing here deserves sympathy."

   Captain Hoggart whispered earnestly: "This is very paranoid, but don't forget the task that the bishop gave us. For the glory of mankind."

   "...for the glory of mankind."

  …

   Spiderman guides don't have to follow them anymore.

  The rescued worms should have recovered their injuries and left, no need to worry about the spider man guide selling them after returning——

   But the spider man guide will probably not go back.

  Because there are more opportunities at Midnight City Terminal, because you may die on the way back, and because this sect is not as hard to contact as you imagined-even treat it quite favorably.

   Spider-Man hopes to be able to follow Lu and leave them again, no matter in doing things or serving.

   The word "serving" makes Ophelia sensitive, but they do need a reasonably smart person to run errands.

  Bishop Jon rented a hotel and asked the spider man guide to investigate outside. It didn't take long for the Spider-Man to appear with a local guide.

   "I heard that there was an auction for the old sewer recently." Lu Li asked.

   "Can you be more specific?"

   This three-eyed human guide is more proficient in human language than Spider-Man, lying flatteringly on the ground: "The auction at Midnight City Station is held every day."

   "Deep Treasures Auction." Lu Li recounted what the tentacled believers conveyed.

   "Deep... Please give me some time!"

   The three-eyed guide who left came back three hours later. An arm was tragically broken, and an eyeball was gouged out.

   But it brought back the news that Lu Li wanted: The Strange Treasures auction will be held on the seventh floor tomorrow night.

  The three-eyed guide paid a heavy price for investigating intelligence. He humbledly prayed to Lu Li to pay the remuneration as agreed, or to make him a believer.

  Lu Li did not expand the team of companions, but just paid it a high pension fee that made the spider man jealous.

   "Merciful and compassionate lord, if I break a leg..." The eight-legged Spiderman flattered and was chased away from Lu Li by Bishop Jon.

   Knowing that the three-eyed guide's injury had nothing to do with inquiring about the auction, it was just a normal "unspoken rule of the old sewer", Lu Li and the others left the hotel and went to the spiral hall leading to the deep.

  The spiral staircase spirals down along the edge of the abyss-like hole, and the center is bottomless.

  Removing all kinds of dark lines leading to the deep level, the Spiral Hall is the passage leading to the deep level from the bright side of Midnight City Terminal.

   This means it is safer.

   At least from the Spiral Hall to the seventh floor, except that there are fewer and fewer humanoid silhouettes around, and more and more abominations and weirdnesses, but there is no trouble finding them.

   (end of this chapter)