Chapter 111 Twenty-six

   The sky is bright.

  Early morning beams shone through the gaps in the dark clouds and into a dilapidated, dimly lit room. On the dusty cabinet beside the bed, an oil lamp shone dimly.

The    beam only lasted for a few seconds, and the light was hidden behind the dark clouds again.

   The light is short-lived, and the room returns to dimness, but it is enough to wake the sleeper.

   A figure on the bed moved.

   The body lying on his side stretched out, and as his eyes opened, a pair of scattered black eyes slowly became condensed and focused.

   The pitch-black eyes that were as deep as the sea turned gently, swept across the ceiling covered with cobwebs.

   The figure sat up, the black tie fell from his shoulders and stuck to the white garish shirt.

   A pair of eyes swept across the dilapidated bedroom that seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, and condensed slightly when it touched the corner closet door.

  The whistle of fishing boats came from the far away harbour outside the window.

   Lu Li began to carefully recall the details of what happened last night.

   He didn't forget anything, all the weird and weird events that happened last night are still fresh in his memory. The disappearing windbreaker indicated that it was not a hallucination or a dream.

   But the experience in the closet is really weird. The borderline weirdness is even more bizarre than the dream, especially the positive and optimistic emotions that are inexplicably stuffed into Lu Li at the end.

  The closet door was tightly closed, and the whirring sound of wind came from the gap, which seemed to blow on Lu Li on the bed, but the ends of his hair did not float.

  The clock next to the oil lamp on the cabinet is still moving, showing the time at 5:53.

   Time has no special meaning.

   Of course it is possible to forcibly add three numbers to get 13, but it is too far-fetched.

   The crazy and grotesque abomination in the wardrobe made Lu Li guess that it might have something to do with the "weird" that Hades always described. Asking him seemed to be the best choice, but... he didn't know how to describe it.

   "I broke into a weird space. There were hints written on the wall telling me how to deal with the next road. It also told me not to stay up late, not to indulge in fun, but to read more and eat healthy."

   If so, Haders may take the initiative to help Lu Li contact the lunatic asylum, of course, for a fee.

  Lu Li wanted to know more about the space in the closet, but he didn't plan to risk himself again.

   In thought, his expression changed, and he reached out and touched his waist. The flintlock gun was still there, and Lu Li grabbed the cold, temperatureless handle and pulled out the holster.

   Then he looked up at the corner of the ceiling.

   released his palm and let the psychic gun fall back to its original place. Lu Li got out of bed, picked up the oil lamp and walked out.

   He left Claire's residence and walked upstairs by stepping on stone steps rarely seen in Belfast.

Da da da--

  The sound of going upstairs came from outside the closed door. After a while, the footsteps returned.

  Kacha——

   After closing the door, Lu Li carried a ghost by the neck all the way to the bedroom and released him.

   "I am a ghost!"

   The one he held in his hand was a young man in a cloth. If it weren't for the translucent body, it might be no different from the common citizens on the streets.

   At this moment, he shouted loudly, with a hint of stubbornness.

   "I know, that's why I brought you here." Lu Li replied calmly, the indifferent face made the young ghost a little scared.

   Lu Li is no longer a newcomer to the field. After a period of contact, Lu Li was able to distinguish the strength of the ghost's aura. At the same time, he also knew that the ghost was not as scary as it appeared on the surface - at least most of them were. Those who did evil generally didn't live long.

  Only when they step into the level of Wraiths will they undergo essential changes. And more often, ghosts are just a group of dead people who keep thinking before they are alive.

   "There is one thing for you to do."

  Dark bedroom, a bed, a man said to another man: I want you to do something.

   Even though this ghost had been prepared for the worst, he could not have imagined that the truth would be so terrifying and impactful.

   "I'm a ghost! I still have mouth ulcers!"

   The youth ghost shouted, trying to change something.

  Lu Li Zhi Ruowu continued: "There is a staircase in the wardrobe that goes down, I need you to go in and find the way."

   "Huh? You're not going to..." The young ghost stopped trembling.

   "What?" The black eyes fell, and looked at the pair of eyes that were still terrified.

   "It's nothing...if it's just exploring the way." The young man rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "Will I die if I go..."

   "I don't know, but you will die if you don't go." Lu Li picked up the holster.

   is a gun! ?

   The young man's heart trembled. His untransformed mentality made him subconsciously fear. The next moment, he realized that he was still afraid of guns when he was already dead? The hunched body was straight, and was about to speak, when suddenly he remembered the scene where Lu Li slammed into the door, lifted his neck and took it away, and the straight body hunched up again.

   The ghost whose mentality changed several times briefly lost the will to resist, and nodded in agreement with a bitter face.

Lu Li didn't care about its changing mood. He walked to the closet without turning his head and said, "It's temporarily called the time floor by me. Each floor is 30 minutes apart, which means that the time for the next floor will increase by 30 minutes. .Your starting floor is 12:00, the first floor is 12:30, there will be a prompt on the wall, if you encounter trouble, just follow the prompt. Once the wall starts to remind you of 'good night' or some kind of behavior, Do what it says. And don't go back - unless the wall tells you to."

   pulled the closet door with both hands, and after Lu Li explained all the precautions, he turned his head to look at him.

   "Did you write it down?"

   "Although it doesn't sound very clear... Leave it to me!"

   The long-seal dust of the closet door fell. In the nervousness of the young ghost, the closet door was pulled open by Lu Li's hands.

  The moment the closet was opened, a smear of blood spurted out from it, turned into an afterimage, and charged straight to Lu Li's face!

   Between the electric light and flint, Lu Li's pupils shrank into needles, and it was too late to raise his hand to block—

   Lu Li could only concentrate at that moment to see the true form of the blood-colored afterimage: a blood-colored tentacle with a torn fracture.

   The blood-colored tentacles left a nick in the dust-filled air, and instantly disappeared between Lu Li's eyebrows.

   The next moment, Lu Li finally made a move. He pulled out the psychic gun extremely quickly, but turned the muzzle in an instant and pressed it against his forehead.

   "His..."

   The young ghost let out a gasp and was too shocked to speak. Then he saw Lu Li tilted his head slightly, the cold indifference between his hair, and the black eyes swept away with all kinds of negative emotions in the depths.

   He covered his mouth in horror.

   "I'm Lu Li, from another world, a professional exorcist. This is Belfast. Anna is my partner. I'm investigating the "door" incident. The current progress is to find Richard's whereabouts."

   Finger pressed on the trigger, Lu Li quickly whispered again.

  The thinking is not affected, there is no redundant memory, and the mood has not changed...

   The more nothing happens, the worse it is.

   The blood-colored tentacle that burrowed into the eyebrows could not be without problems.

   (end of this chapter)