Chapter 78 Seventy-eight. The bigger the house is, the better

  Lu Li returned to his senses, his eyes fell on the constantly ringing telephone.

  The phone was finally picked up by him and silently put it to his ear.

   "Great, you're in the detective agency."

   A familiar voice came from the microphone, and Lu Li associated it with Marcus. After a short pause, Lu Li whispered, "Is something wrong?"

   "Uh... do you want to listen to the truth or lie."

   "I want it all."

   "Oh hoo hoo, Detective Lu Li is really greedy. The lie is that I'm here to get in touch with the relationship. After all, we haven't contacted for a few days hehehe... The truth is that I have a new commission here."

   "I don't..."

   "Don't be too busy to say no, this time the employer is very generous."

"……How many."

   "300 to 500 shillings. The client is a swindler from Shimbest, and he doesn't know much about local prices, so there are not many opportunities for this."

"when."

   "Uh...you want to hear good news or bad news."

   "I want it all."

   "The good news is that the client is in a hurry, and you will get the money soon. The bad news is that other exorcists have taken the commission, so you have to hurry."

  …

  【Tesla Brothers Transportation Company】

  Two carriages with the words of a transportation company drove across the bluestone road, stopping on a quiet and sparsely pedestrian street.

  This place is close to the forest, not disturbed by the neighbors, and overlooking the sea. It is everyone's dream place - well, the real reason is that it is so remote, almost on the edge of Belfast.

  Two carriages in tandem stopped in front of a single-family house.

   In the back row of the carriage, a family of three and a golden retriever jumped out of the carriage. The shirtless driver put the reins aside, followed to get out of the car, and walked into the single-family house with his family with a smile on his face.

  Ten minutes later, a family of three and the groom appeared from behind the door. They seemed to have agreed on something with each other. The two workers who were left on the other carriage jumped out of the carriage and began to carry sundries into the house.

   Shelves, books, pianos, workstations.

   Items that were not like ordinary people were carried through the gate by porters.

The    couple stood by the door and whispered something. Then there seemed to be a dispute, and the looming quarrel was blown by the wind and sounded intermittently.

   "...I've wronged you..."

   "...child...she goes to school...new college..."

   "...the same thing...don't want to move here..."

  McPherson, an artist of instant music and piano.

   But the artist name is not worth the money, at least in Shymfast.

   His reasons for moving to Belfast from Shymfast are simple: life here needs to be cheaper and quieter.

   Of course, what's more important is that there are too many "artists" in Shymfast. If you are also an artist, it is difficult to survive there even if you are good enough.

Although Belfast is known by self-confessed artists as an artistic barren, or a city full of money stinks, Macpherson decided to try his luck and buy a house on the edge of Belfast. , a single-family house near the forest. It's not very expensive. Because of its remoteness, this two-story single-family house is only as expensive as a long house in a busy street.

   As a counterpoint, the single-family home appears dilapidated, with a gray and dusty exterior and overgrown weeds in the yard indicating that it has been left unattended for a long time.

  Macpherson looked at the workers who came and went. The books he treasured were being moved into the courtyard by stacks.

   Originally, McPherson had a lot more books than this, but after the group of guys came and forcibly took away the geography and history books, his collection was reduced by more than half.

   He wondered if he should be thankful for the unsmiling fellows, because it cost him several shillings off the porter.

  's wife's words rang in his ears: "I think this house is very weird... don't you feel it? Jack didn't dare to run around when we went in."

McPherson turned his head helplessly and said, "That's just your delusional wife. It's been raining in the rainy season, and the room will definitely be damp and cold if no one lives there. We'll just move in. Jack is a dog, and it will definitely be a little scared when it comes to an unfamiliar environment. , you can let Beth play with it."

  The husband held his wife's shoulder and said with a serious face: "Listen, but I believe everything will be fine. Sooner or later, an orchestra will take a fancy to me, and sooner or later a singer will choose my work. Trust me?"

   "...Well. I don't care about that, it's just kids..."

   "I know...I know..."

  The husband embraced his wife in his arms, and the couple cuddled with each other.

   After a period of time, the two carriages finished carrying the sundries on the carriages and charged the fees. The family of three sent the carriages away at the door, and then walked into the iron gate holding hands.

  …

   "The hallway is poorly lit."

   Accepting the current situation for the time being, but that doesn't mean Doreen won't complain about it.

   "That's how big houses are." Beside him, McPherson laughed and said good things, and suddenly looked around. "Where's Jack?"

   The bouncing daughter in front of her pointed to the dim corridor ahead: "It's in front. Jack, Jack!"

   She called out her best friend's name.

   "Wow!"

   At this moment, at the corner of the corridor, more than a dozen meters away from them, the golden retriever Jack was tearing off a piece of wallpaper that was raised on a corner of the wall.

   "Woo-"

  Jack grinned, his sharp teeth exposed, revealing his hideous side.

  After the wallpaper torn by it, a dark and dry arm appeared on the wall, like a child's unintentional graffiti, existing on the bare wall.

   "Jack! Jack—"

   At this moment, the little master's shout came from the depths of the corridor, Jack's ears stood up, and he turned and ran away.

  The empty hallway became quiet as Jack left.

  After the wallpaper was nicked, the dark and dry arm like the painting retracted back to the wallpaper a little bit.

  …

Five p.m.

   The dark sky is as dark as the sky.

   Residential windows were lit, and the street without street lights was dark.

   McPherson and Doreen were snuggling up on the sofa in the living room after they had just finished meeting their new neighbors. Neighbors were very hospitable, although some went unanswered. They thought the owner wasn't home, but they didn't know the houses were unoccupied until the lights weren't lit after dark.

   "Maybe we shouldn't buy the house on this street, nor should we buy such a big house." Doreen worried. The house is too big, and their savings do not support their extravagant oil lamps in all rooms and hallways. Oil lamps are only placed in bedrooms after nightfall. This means that more places here will be plunged into thick darkness.

   This is somewhat disturbing.

   "That's fine, at least it won't be disturbed by neighbors and pedestrians." McPherson patted his wife. "Go and prepare dinner, I'll go to work in the study."

   (end of this chapter)