Bizarre Detective Agency

Chapter 103: 14. She is waiting for you to come back

   Chapter 103 Fourteen. She is waiting for you to come back

   "Your face doesn't look good."

  Shelley came back early the next morning.

   She sat down opposite Terrance, her face looking stiff, like a layer of human skin.

   "I...I'm fine."

  Trance forced a smile, and continued to stir the milk carelessly, his mind filled with the scene from last night.

   "I'm going to rest for a few days... I've been feeling very tired lately." Shelley swept her long hair, which slipped from her fingertips and scattered around her elbows on the dining table.

   She didn't notice this scene.

   "Okay, okay...I'll talk to the manager."

  Trance stared at the scattered withered hair in a daze, Shelley quickly looked away when his eyes fell, and stumbled to answer.

   At breakfast, Shelley would talk non-stop, complaining about how nagging customers were, and what happened to colleagues at home. Terrance would listen very quietly. But today, Shelley's voice was no longer at the table, and Terrance finished his breakfast in relative silence.

  The preoccupied Terrance finished his breakfast as if chewing wax, and put down his knife and fork.

   He was hesitating how to face his wife when the woman across the dining table suddenly left his seat and leaned forward to approach Terrance.

  Trance suddenly remembered that every morning his wife would give him a kiss like this...

  The stiff face was approaching. In a trance, Terrance smelled a rancid stench. He suppressed the urge to retire, swallowed the saliva from his pale face, and stumbled to his feet, avoiding his wife's kiss.

   "I...I have to go to work quickly."

   grabbed the briefcase by the dining table, and took off the coat on the hanger. Terrance didn't even bother to take the umbrella, and hurriedly left the house.

   patter —

   The drizzle is falling hazy, and it has just entered the rainy season, which is mostly drizzle. But in a few days the rain should change.

  Corporate direction was on the right side of the street, but Terrance walked under the rain screen and headed in the opposite direction.

  Behind the window of the residential house, a figure stood in front of the window, quietly watching the back of Terrance gradually receding, a sadness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

  …

"You mean there are corpse spots on her body? It's impossible, it's impossible for corpse spots to appear on a living person... I know, but when you come to me instead of going to church, it means that you are also aware of your wife's condition... Mr. Lance, don't worry, I can understand your nervousness. According to the description, it may be a very serious skin disease. The back has ulcerated. It needs to be diagnosed. If you have time... No, I hope you will bring your wife over as soon as possible. To prevent her skin disease from getting worse."

   "Oh boy, what makes you look in a hurry... Go see Father Charlie, he may be able to answer your doubts... May the Lord bless you and your wife..."

"Yes, it's the devil's way, no doubt about it. She's suffering the pain the devil has inflicted on her...poor child. If you bring her to church, Terrance, I'll preside over an exorcism. , cast away the misery from your wife. Mama! Do we have any holy water left?"

"Damn Terrance! Today is the second time you ignore a guest, the third time you get the wrong documents, and the fifth time you pick up an empty coffee cup to drink water... What? Sorry I don't know, no wonder Shelley she today Didn't come to the company... is it serious? Oh... can I approve your leave and let you go back and take care of you? Well, since you said so, don't be rough."

   At five o'clock in the afternoon, Terrance closed his briefcase, got up and walked into the bathroom.

  The sound of water clattering, Terrance turned on the faucet, took a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

   In an instant, the icy cold dispelled the confusion lingering in his brain. He raised his head and looked at himself with bloodshot eyes on the edge of his eyes in the mirror.

   Turning on the faucet, Terrance left the bathroom, put on his coat, picked up his briefcase and left the company.

   At five-fifteen in the afternoon, Terrance was standing in front of the house.

   The moment he took out the key to open the door, he hesitated for a moment and slowly opened the door.

What    came out to greet him was not the laughter and laughter of his wife, but the rotten stench that filled the air.

  Trance's heart tightened, and his concern for his wife dispelled his fears. He put his briefcase on the shoe rack and rushed into the house impatiently.

  Whoa——

   The sound of cooking can be heard from the living room.

  Trance rushed outside the kitchen and saw the figure facing him. He stepped forward and said eagerly, "I went today—"

   His words came to an abrupt end, his heart was suddenly pinched like a big hand, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

   On his wife's beautiful cheeks, there were bluish-purple corpse spots.

   Not only that, those bright and clear eyes became cloudy and no longer clear. Eyes that seemed to have no focus awakened the memory of Terrance. He suddenly remembered that when he was a child playing with his companions on the edge of the woods more than ten years ago, he saw a figure hanging in the woods. Turn around.

   On the slender neck, the cloudy and broken eyes were like this at the moment.

  This is not a disease...his wife, is dead.

  Trance could not remember how he sat down, finished his meal, and went to sleep with the lights off.

   It was the body suddenly squeezed into his arms that awakened his consciousness.

   Her murmur sounded in her ears, and her turbid pupils stared at herself.

"Do you love me……"

   "Of course..." Terrance replied subconsciously.

   "Then let us... become... one."

   The wife twitched suddenly, and her tone gradually became weird.

   On the forehead that Terrance had kissed, the skull was torn open, and a blood-red tentacle emerged, stretched, and stretched out towards him.

   At this moment, how deep his love for her was, how deep is his fear now.

  Trance pushed Shelley away, grabbed his clothes in shock, and rushed out the door.

   "Don't go—"

   Shelley's cry came from behind, like a shrill scream, dragging a long cry and tail.

  !

   The door slammed shut, and Terrance fled without turning his head.

For three days after   , Terrance stayed at the company. Work during the day and rest in the office at night in the name of overtime.

   But his thoughts flew home uncontrollably.

  Finally, on the fifth day of Shelley's disappearance and return, Terrance returned home in the majestic rain.

   pushed open the door, the smell of corpse permeated, but not strong.

   He forgot to close the door, and walked into the bedroom study in a daze.

   At this moment, an old voice came from outside the door: "Are you back?"

  Trance was startled, seeing that it was an old man he didn't know, and weaving a lie: "Well...working overtime these days."

   "Oh...then I'm leaving, remember to take care of yourself." The old man nodded, his turbid pupils contained too much, he took a deep look at Terrance, turned around and walked away slowly.

  Trance watched strangely as the old man who did not bring an umbrella on a rainy day disappeared into the rain curtain, sat back on the sofa and hugged his head.

   In the empty and dead gray living room, he sat alone in the middle of the sofa.

   His wife's former voice and smile seemed to echo in his ears.

  Trance felt lost in his heart.

   He knew that he had lost her forever.

   (end of this chapter)