Bizarre Detective Agency

   There is no sound in the darkness that devours all things.

   The darkness here is quiet.

   The undead gradually changed from doubt to anxiety, urging Lu Li to answer the puzzle.

  Lu Li's calm voice sounded from the darkness: "What happens if the answer is wrong."

   "Nothing will happen, just be sent."

   The Necromancer was puzzled, but answered anyway.

   Fireflies, Moons, and Shillings.

  The first two of the three reminders of the eternal dreamer have already appeared, and the remaining shillings…

  What is expensive and worthless, precious and useless, everyone wants it but everyone hates its existence, turning the foundation into a building, turning the beach into a breakwater, and making people repeat every day?

   Time is the answer, and so does the shilling.

   "Then why are you telling me the wrong answer?"

"…I do not understand what you are saying."

   The old voice could not hide the panic. The necromancer continued its terrifying persistence, and Lu Li stopped wasting time and answered the riddle:

   "My answer is, shillings."

   "No...you can't do that..."

  Desperate undead screams, the fog-like darkness has not retreated, and Lu Li has not left the castle.

Nothing happened.

   I guessed wrong, the third prophecy is not here, is the necromancer right?

"why why…"

   Repeated his annoyance and remorse, and the emotionally broken undead told Lu Li that his guesses were not all lost.

   In the darkness of nothingness, Lu Li can only answer the meaningless "why" like a necromantic dream: "When you have experienced many similar situations, the seemingly friendly treatment...will be on guard."

  For example, Asammons, the head of the Giant Tree Academy, such as the illusion of the late night city, such as the rope of seance...

  Lu Li once imagined that sound is darkness, but now it seems that it is not.

   "What's the answer?"

   "I won't tell you anything...I won't help you..." The old voice was depressed and low.

   "Your body is in my hands."

   And the Necromancer was indifferent: "Whatever you do... Maybe that's liberation..."

   Frankly speaking, Lu Li has never seen Evil Spirit so pessimistic—although he has never been so human.

   "Do you want to leave?"

   In the darkness and silence, Lu Li's voice sounded: "I can take you away, but only if I find the darkness."

   "...I don't need to, I just have to wait, I can still get out of here after the dark!"

   The undead responded unconsciously.

   "But the world at that time was nothing but darkness."

What    the undead do not know is that the world has long been shrouded in darkness.

Lu Li is not good at persuasion, he can only tell it the law of things: "I will let you leave here after solving the primal darkness. But if you refuse, you may be revenge by the primordial darkness and never be able to leave, or get a hopeless one. the dark world."

   "...the exorcist trapped me in the exorcist association, let me suppress the darkness... never cared about me... you are also an exorcist, you are just like them, just using me..."

  The undead resentfully tells about a past, which is a good thing and means a loosening of emotions.

   "Because the Exorcist Association at that time wanted to protect human civilization. Now there are no human beings to protect."…

  Lu Li talked about the land of light and the chaos outside.

  When the storm comes, no crew cares if the deck is clean today. The undead feel that they will continue to be sealed for threatening humans, but the truth is... there are not many humans anymore.

   Necrons are out of the Exorcist Society, and it's the weird and not the human to worry about.

   Silence shrouded this dark place again.

"…go down."

   After a long time, a cowardly whisper sounded, and the yearning for the outside world suppressed the anger.

   "The dark body is in the deepest..."

   "Where is this place?"

  “…my true being.

   It took a long time for the undead to transfer the body, and it almost succeeded. "Will the darkness shift the body like you?"

   "Impossible...! Everything about the Exorcist Association is under my watch."

  Lu Li returned to the original road, got away from the real shady scene, and continued to ask: "If I answer the time, what will happen."

   “…I will be released.”

   Rather than suppressing darkness, it is better to suppress darkness and the undead.

  The Necromancer hides part of the truth: it and the darkness are mutually restrained.

   Darkness is imprisoned, and so are the undead. They are like prisoners and jailers who are also trapped in prisons. Shilling and time are two keys. One to open the dark cage, the other to open the prison door.

  Lu Li escaped from the darkness on the upper floor and walked along the stairs to the basement floor. There was a sound of carrying from the library, and the undead said: "All the history of the exorcist is treasured here, keep them well."

   Came to the second basement floor, which was not swallowed by darkness, and the necromancer said: "This is a warehouse, and many safe and undistorted homologs are stored in it."

   Just when Lu Li avoided the trap under the guidance of the undead and got the hidden key to open the door, the halo of the oil lamp spilled into the dusty warehouse, only the dark curtain wall wriggled in front of him.

  Darkness has taken over here and stripped away the power of the cognate.

   "Young exorcist, you have to learn that you don't have to pay to get something..."

   Lu Li didn't care. The gains he was accustomed to working hard for came to nothing, and sometimes, in the true sense, came to nothing.

   Continue to move deeper into the Exorcist Society. When he was about to step into the deep darkness, Lu Li asked, "What is the mystery?"

   "Didn't you already know..."

   "Why did the exorcist use shillings for the answer?"

   Sounds like something Hades would do.

   "The more unexpected, the safer."

   Just as Lu Li couldn't imagine this was the answer, neither would other intruders.

  In the deep nothingness, only the dialogue represents the existence of Lu Li. Without the undead to lead the way, Lu Li would not have found this place, nor would he have entered this emptiness where all things are sinking.

  As we get closer to the original darkness, the undead will speak less, and in the end there will be only simple guidance.

Maybe it was worried about its unpredictable fate, or maybe it was infected by the time when it became an exorcist association - when Lu Li heard "something is expensive and worthless, precious and useless, everyone wants it but everyone People hate its existence, turning the foundation into a building, turning the beach into a breakwater, and letting people repeat it every day?" The riddle sounded suddenly, and he replied:

   "Shilling."

  Katcha—

  In the depths of the darkness that could not be shaken, the sound of the operation of the mechanism came out.

   "The piece of cloth is right in front of you..." The voice that suppressed hatred sounded, "In any way you want..."

   "Destroy it!"

   So Lu Li stretched out his left hand and touched the black curtain in front of him.

   There was no death, no screams, and some kind of object quickly turned to ashes as Lu Li touched it.

"…ended."

  The surrounding darkness no longer solidified, and an old sigh echoed.

   The mission that the undead had been carrying out since its birth disappeared.

   What it binds, the existence that has always bound it disappears.

   And in the distance, the dark curtain faded from the end of the distant world, and the gloomy dim light entered the window.

Its daybreak.