There was no reward and no benefits. Even the client was buried in the flames. Although she had left with her family before the flames engulfed everything.
The wheels rolled over the uneven bluestone road, breaking the silence in the thick night. The light from the windows on both sides of the road gradually increased, as if floating in the quiet and clear waters from the eternal dark deep sea.
The uncomfortable feeling brought by the darkness gradually receded. This feeling was invisible and elusive, but when the surroundings of the carriage became brighter, the two people and one ghost in the carriage did become more relaxed.
Hades, who was sitting aside, kept sighing, largely because the trip was in vain.
Lu Li sat beside him, thoughtfully.
Hades, who was lamenting a little, didn't notice it, but Lu Li did.
If a family of three had died last night, who was the woman crying on the phone asking Marcus for help?
The ghost of the hostess? Or something else?
Lu Li turned his head, and the carriage turned away from Oak Street and gradually drove away. However, the firelight rising there was still clearly visible across the two long streets, like a huge torch in the dark night.
It seems that the fire was enough to cover up the traces left behind.
"What is that black dead branch?"
Looking away, Lu Li asked Marcus who was standing aside.
Marcus temporarily broke away from the loss, looking a little tired and said: "It's just what you think. The homologue is weaker than the psychic gun, but the relative side effects are also smaller."
"You guys have a lot of problems again, right?" Before Lu Li spoke, Marcus' eyes suddenly became sharp.
Lu Li hesitated to speak and nodded.
"I should have known I wouldn't have come." Marcus sighed loudly on purpose. "In a commission, the client died without telling me and he paid for several problems. It's free."
Lu Li pretended not to notice Marcus's sarcasm and asked, "What is the homologue?"
"I remember telling you last time... Well, it's easy to explain anyway. Homogenous objects are items that are infected with the breath of the other world and become no longer ordinary. Of course, this infection can be artificially created, such as our ordinary
Spiritual Spear."
“Are there many homologues?”
"Not too much, not too little. Guys like you and me who often deal with ghosts always have some chance to encounter them. Your stone mask is also of the same origin, did I tell you? You can try it
Develop it.”
Lu Li thought so too.
The enhanced power of the psychic gun is obvious to all, and Lu Li has not yet discovered the properties brought by the first rose. But the side effects are also very obvious: it costs money, and his body is irreversibly moving closer to the inner world.
The former costs 50 shillings each. Each shot by Lu Li is equivalent to shooting out 75 pounds of black bread or four days of daily necessities for a family of three. The latter, Lu Li, has recently begun to experience lower temperatures in his hands and feet while sleeping.
Always pay attention to nutritional supplements, which is obviously related to lack of nutrition and acclimatization.
"Are there any risks?"
"Of course there are, homologues are like strange-flavored beans, you never know what the next one will taste like."
Hades's oil lamp flickered. He picked it up and shook it. He found that the air valve was loose and tightened it. After making sure that the flame was stable, he continued: "You can judge whether it is dangerous by feeling its breath."
Dangerous, but that’s not accurate. Most homologs are pretty good at hiding themselves.”
"They have consciousness?" Lu Li noticed the word "hidden".
"Of course not, but there may be, but I haven't encountered it." Hades waved his hand and sneered: "Don't worry, I just described it that way. There is a solution, you can find someone else to try it on.
——Don’t say it was me who said that.”
"How do I use them."
"If you want to know how to use a homologue correctly, you can tell by its appearance. Just like a psychic gun, just pull the trigger. For example, the mask you brought that day is obviously worn on the face.
.”
"Maybe not."
Lu Li suddenly said.
Hades was stunned, and suddenly laughed loudly: "You are right, judging by appearance is not necessarily accurate. The mask does not necessarily have to be worn on the face. Who knows if the homologue of your mask originally stayed on the face?
Some guy who wants to put a mask on his ass."
Ignoring Hades' disgusting metaphor, Lu Li continued to ask: "That black dead branch of yours, what is its ability?"
"It allows me to temporarily possess the breath of the other world, but it's not supposed to be used like this, I think."
Hades took out a black dead branch and showed it to Lu Li. The rows of gnawing marks on it were shocking.
"I tried planting it in the soil, cultivating it with water, and throwing it into the fire. By the way, this branch was not originally black."
Lu Li nodded thoughtfully: "I'm thinking about something."
Hades' face was full of rejection: "Just think about it and don't ask me. I hate the word free."
Lu Li asked directly: "Can ghosts also become stronger?"
Hades, who said he didn't want it, still chose to answer. He shrugged: "Why not? Many ghosts are promoted by killing other ghosts or living people. Do you want to cultivate your little ghost?"
Lu Li was noncommittal. Then he noticed that Hades opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but for some reason did not say it.
He once looked towards the carriage which was covered by the curtain.
"I will visit your detective agency when I have time." Lu Li said, seeming to understand what Hades meant.
"Um."
Hades suddenly stopped talking and the atmosphere became silent.
After ten minutes of silence, the carriage arrived at Hades' detective agency, who waved and got out of the car to say goodbye.
After driving the carriage again, Lu Li returned to his detective agency.
"Aside from looking a little strange, this guy looks very friendly." Anna, who had been quiet for a long time, stuck her head out and said.
She doesn't like to be seen in front of outsiders, and she's a little afraid of exorcists.
"Yes." Lu Li also felt the same way.
…
Half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of the longhouse on Sailor Street.
Lu Li jumped out of the carriage and tilted the umbrella above his head, as if to prepare it for Anna who got off the carriage next.
But Anna didn't pay attention to this. She walked straight through the carriage and the longhouse wall and slipped back to the detective agency.
Without an entity, you can do whatever you want.
Lu Li tied up the carriage, picked up the oil lamp and returned to the door.
When he was about to enter the door, Lu Li lowered his head and found that a cut newspaper had fallen into the crack of the bluestone in front of the door and was about to be destroyed by the rain.
Lu Li glanced hastily, looked away, and walked into the corridor.
The door slowly closed behind him, and the newspaper was still lying on the floor, with a few lines of words written on it gradually becoming cloudy.
[This passage may appear anywhere you see it. If you see this passage, then everything you are experiencing now is unreal. Your mental and physical state is very bad, wake up quickly
Come here.]
[Don’t be deceived by all your fabrications, please wake up quickly!]
