Chapter 130 - 130 One hundred and thirty

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Chapter 130 of "Detective Agency of the Bizarre" opens presenting key developments: 130: One hundred and thirty. The settings were modified a bit, because it is not allowed... Read on!

130: One hundred and thirty. The settings were modified a bit, because it is not allowed to suck the little shit inside the intestines. 130: One hundred and thirty. The settings were modified a bit, because it is not allowed to suck the little shit inside the intestines. “Their bodies are all intact!” Fen’er, Lu Li’s deskmate, stood up and shrieked. The calm-faced Lu Li, whom she pointed at, sat quietly in his seat. Malicious gazes, filled with ill intent, fell upon Lu Li and those students whose bodies were unharmed. “Would there be injuries if you died trapped?” Lu Li said calmly, looking up at his deskmate. “You too died trapped, perhaps you could show us your injuries.” Fen’er faltered, reluctantly pointing elsewhere: “He said he died from a fall!” The man she pointed to was named Niu Hu, who died after falling into a dry well and getting trapped there. Click. With an almost imperceptible sound, Niu Hu placed his leg on the table, revealing a twisted and deformed calf. “Look, I broke my leg,” Niu Hu said, and after a moment’s thought, clicked it back into place in front of everyone, looking as it did originally. “It’s just that I learned some massage techniques and can reset it myself.” “Then what about him? He said he was stabbed several times, why is he unharmed!” Fen’er’s pointing shifted again, and the man she pointed at, Meng Dan, changed color. He claimed he died from stab wounds to the heart inflicted by an enemy, which now seemed like a self-inflicted wound... He stammered without being able to speak a word, as he obviously couldn’t twist his leg like the previous man. If a person is stabbed, they die. “Let me help you with that!” A harsh voice called out, and the ghostly fingers of the person in the front seat converged like a blade, easily piercing Meng Dan’s chest. When pulled out, Meng Dan, with a bloodied hole in his chest, lost all signs of life and collapsed to the floor with a thud. As when a rabbit dies, a fox grieves, the contestants averted their gaze from Fen’er, and some looked towards her deskmate, Lu Li. It was as if they were hoping Lu Li would take care of his deskmate. After thinking for a few seconds, Lu Li decided that further reductions in numbers were detrimental to the trial, and he needed to stand out to draw the attention of “the hand.” He raised his hand to grasp Fen’er’s wrist and gently pulled down, “Sit down, it’s class time right now.” Fen’er glared down in anger, about to lash out when suddenly a wave of powerful, frightening Yin energy transferred from the palm on her wrist, quickly disappearing but nearly freezing her wrist numb. She suddenly fell silent and sat down obediently. The students were surprised and began to be uncertain whether Lu Li was a contestant or part of the Ghost Fog. With over ten minutes left till the end of the class, after the students finished introducing themselves, it was time for the lesson. These ten minutes were anything but smooth. A pair of deskmates, each thinking the other was human, started fighting. The cause was a Ghost Creature fishing for lawbreakers, testing one deskmate, who bit the bait thinking it was a human and attacked. The farce ended when the teacher intervened and sent them outside for punishment. Classroom brawls were not permitted, except for killing contestants. From this, the contestants confirmed something: apart from the ghosts showing their death forms, the rest couldn’t be sure who was of their kind and who was human. Lu Li pondered another matter. With more than twenty ghosts, if he didn’t do something... it felt like a waste of resources. The trial only required survival until the period of the day from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m., and didn’t forbid taking action against the Ghost Creatures. If he secretly exorcised a few ghosts without the surveillance cameras noticing... it shouldn’t pose too much of a problem. He couldn’t see where the surveillance cameras were, but he could guess where they might be and where the blind spots were. A few minutes later, the end-of-class bell rang. The homeroom teacher left behind a trail of wet footprints and exited the classroom, the sound of high heels gradually fading. The first period had ended. The classroom was filled with relieved sighs. Not just the contestants, the ghosts as well. But the classroom weirdly maintained its silence; no one spoke, and no one stood up to leave. The atmosphere was like a self-study session, which was broken as soon as someone stood up. Lu Li left his seat, amidst the different silent stares, and exited the classroom. As if breaking a spell, the classroom began to buzz with chatter. And then a second figure rose, a circle of black strangulation marks around his neck, and he followed out of the classroom. If Lu Li were a contestant, he might not be coming back. Martin thought. Ding Niu was obviously going after Lu Li. Putting his thoughts aside, Martin began to consider countermeasures. The disappearance of items from the body meant that if one wanted to inflict damage on a Ghost Creature, they would need to produce a medium or a tool themselves. Regardless of whether it’s Taoist or Buddhist practice, a medium or tool is required. For example, cinnabar, yellow paper, black dog’s blood, Buddhist beads, relics, and chanting scriptures. Martin had a way to counter, but he didn’t want to reveal it outright. He didn’t need to appear too competent; playing dumb while hiding his true strength was the correct path. ... A layer of lead clouds covered the sky. The school was smaller than Lu Li had imagined, just a row of two-story buildings, and nothing more. Around the small buildings was a bare plot of yellow earth, encircled by a fence that took the place of a wall. But beyond the fence, which was about half a person’s height, there was a layer of gray, murky fog. Lu Li walked straight to the fence’s gate. As he approached the wooden door, a caption appeared before his eyes. [A mist envelops the campus; you feel that going out might result in getting lost in the fog.] Is it possible to go out, but one might be disqualified for doing so? The fog made Lu Li recall the artificial mist blown towards him during transportation. Was the fog shrouding the school the same, or was it simply a Formation effect? “The transportation Formation is really powerful,” Lu Li said expressionlessly, unsure if it was sincere or sarcastic. “What transportation?” A sinister questioning voice suddenly came from behind him. Ding Niu’s neck was exceptionally long and slender, with a band of dark purple swollen strangulation marks near his jaw, and his tongue hung out, unable to be pulled back in. This was a hanged ghost. He wobbled towards Lu Li, his smile growing increasingly ferocious, preparing to do away with the exposed Lu Li. “Haven’t you ever played a game?” Lu Li retorted. “It reminds me of a game I played before. The transportation Formation can save me a lot of time.” “Are you talking about mobile games?” The hanged ghost took out a smartphone and flaunted it with a deliberate shake. Lu Li paused slightly at the sight of the phone, then his gaze drifted to the Long House not far away. Surveillance cameras might be mounted under the eaves; the open ground was clearly within the surveillance area. The hanged ghost wanted to eliminate Lu Li, and Lu Li held the same intention. Only, he couldn’t do it here. However, the cameras were quite far from this spot. If he made a move... he probably wouldn’t be noticed. “Can I see it? Your phone.” ... “No... No way...” Wu Di shook his head repeatedly, clutching his chest and retreating backwards. “Take it off and let us have a look, see, Lei Lei even took his head off,” the Water Ghost, drenched from head to toe, stepped closer. “No, don’t.” “Then I’ll have to do it myself!” The Water Ghost’s face twisted, his claw striking towards Wu Di. ... “Why did you hit me!” The hanged ghost Ding Niu collapsed to the ground, clutching his swollen cheek, and yelled with a fierce exterior but fear inside. “Your phone is nice; now it’s mine.” Lu Li walked over to the hanged ghost, bent down, and picked up the smartphone beside him. It was cold to the touch, and Lu Li fell silent. This smartphone... was a fake one made of ghostly energy.

Chapter 130 - 130 One hundred and thirty

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