Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 60 Good Night
Lyle cleaned the clutter in the basement a little and returned to the office area.

Mr. Garrett was sitting at his desk as usual, only very inefficient, more like a distraction.

The nun named Karen was standing beside him, looking into the distance without squinting, like a patrolling general.

Brother Surrey had already left, and Karen, dressed as a nun, stayed in the office, as conspicuous as a firefly.

Noticing Lyle's arrival, Garrett put the document in his hand aside, he reached out to touch the sweat on his forehead, and the curly wig on the right was shaking slightly.

"You came just in time, Lyle, to meet our newcomer, Ms. Karen Pumbai, who will officially go to work tomorrow. As your future partner, join Ralph's criminal investigation team."

"Say hello, gentlemen and ladies."

"It's my honor, Your Excellency Lyle." Karen tapped her chest with her right fist and saluted like a soldier. Fortunately, she was still a little girl, and nothing indecent happened.

"Being able to gain the power of Ms. Karen is really the blessing of the Holy Light!" Lyle complimented lightly.

"The Holy Light protects you, Your Excellency." Karen could be seen smiling obviously, and then suddenly assumed a serious posture.

A girl who is easy to see through.

"Your Excellency Lyle, please forgive me for my retirement. The daily mass is about to start. From tomorrow, please allow me to feel the Holy Light by your side." After another fist-clenching ceremony, Karen left in a hurry.

"Mr. Garrett, what happened?" Suddenly the nun was my colleague.

"An attempt by the church to play a game with us. Fortunately, you dealt with it in a timely manner, otherwise we would have a lot of trouble now."

"But I don't think we made a lot of money, and we have a little tail in vain."

"This little tail is thicker than your bastard uncle's thigh. This little girl, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, easily blasted through the gate of more than two meters. I estimate that she can withstand the force of five grown men."

"But Karen is also a surveillance, isn't she? If you follow me, my work will be interrupted."

"Surveillance in the open is much safer than interference in the dark, and the church has expressed their attitude."

"what?"

"It's just surveillance, not management." Garrett squinted his eyes and raised his mouth, like a shark smelling blood.

"The public security department also needs to change blood, and drive out the garbage that eats inside and outside."

"Mr. Wilt?"

"No? Who else do you think would know about your work today."

"Speaking of work, sir, my work is done." Lyle took out the prepared report, and a small bag of white crystals, "The cause of death was suffocation caused by food blocking the trachea, but the food in the stomach bag contained lethal poison, judged The suspect has malicious acts of poisoning."

Garrett took the report and looked at it carefully, he turned his head to Lyle, the pupil behind the monocle was extra large, and Lyle saw his own reflection.

“……………Little Buller………………Blanchely is a member of the Merchant Union, one of the supporters behind the Sheriff’s Office.”

"I understand, sir, I'm just a forensic doctor, not a judge." Lyle smiled and spread his hands generously.

"I will put Ralph in charge of the follow-up of this matter, and he will [handle] it. He is very talented in this regard."

"..."

"Thank you for your hard work, Little Buhler. Your work is excellent. You can get off work and go back to rest."

"Goodbye, sir." Lyle took off his hat and left with a smile.

Garrett took his seat and threw the report into the ashes of the fireplace, watching it ignite.

He murmured in his mouth, "As expected of uncle and nephew, with the same squinting smile as [Security Wolf]."

……

Blancheli fretfully cuts the steak on the plate, the rumors of killing the beggar are going viral in Cassandale, those damn rats, tomorrow's party will be the laughing stock of themselves, what will those people say about me orchid.

I hope that the people in the security department can take the money and work hard. Bran walked to the window sill with a wine glass. Outside the curtains was the dark night of Cassandale, and the location of Baron Borry's manor was under the white crescent moon.

Relying on fame and money to enter that place, I heard that the eldest son of the old baron is still a quirky kid, hum, noble blood, just need a little arrangement, it is not difficult to marry a noble lady.Bran put the wine glass in front of him, looked at the manor with bright red wine, and shook the wine glass slightly, as if the Borui Manor was also swaying with his hand.

interesting.

The tuk-tuk sound outside the door dispelled his interest.

"That bunch of rubbish, don't remember the rules of not being disturbed during my meal? It's necessary to rectify the rules of the Shirley family."

Bran put the wine glass on the table and walked towards the door.

The knocking on the door never stopped.

Bran opened the door. "Whether you're a servant or a housekeeper, your term is over."

Bran didn't see the frightened expression on the visitor's face.

Because it was a festering face, and the chin drooped like a pendant, causing the mouth to open wide and swallowing life.

Fingers like dead wood pressed against Bran's sandalwood door, and black mucus flowed from the tips of his fingertips, like melted ointment, and a stench came out of his nostrils.

Bran covered his mouth, but eventually spit it out.

Because his eyes drifted to the bottom of the comer.

empty.

The black-purple flesh with ribs, the abdomen is like an open door, the intestines are randomly deposited at the bottom, and the stomach is like a poured water bottle.

The dark brown liquid ran all the way, soaking the precious carpet.

Bran fell to the ground.

Watching the corpse walk into his restaurant, he even closed the door.

His dislocated mouth was muttering something indistinctly until the last roar.

"Murderer! Murderer! Murderer!"

.........

In the middle of the night at Shirley’s house, it was as lively as a carnival. The servants were running around, and Blanche, who was foaming at the mouth and unconscious, was sent to the church overnight.

The figure crawls in the spired attic of the house.

He looked at the torches and oil lamps in the hands of the pedestrians, as if there was light in his eyes.

A water spirit's tentacle stretched out in front of him, and above it was a Death God Night Eggplant.

The old beggar refused.

"Leave some for Mr. Lyle, this is the fourth one."

"I will stop if I don't use it, then stop, it's over."

"To see a friend? No need, nothing to see."

"Buried? Haha, beggars also say burial. They are born in the world as their home, and after death, the heaven and earth will be their graves."

"This is enough, this is enough..." His eyes began to darken, and his knuckles fell to the ground, "After I die, it is much more exciting than my life, who would have thought that I would scare For those high-ranking masters, hehehe."

"Thank you, and Master Lyle, do me a favor at the end."

"Guru?"

"Eat me."

"..."

"I can feel it, the more I move, the more I can feel, the consciousness of being a monster, and the growing appetite in my heart, we are the same. You must have been hungry all the time, while I was alive. Just like the wild dog is planing, who knows, after I died, I actually lived out, hahahahahahahhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooable. If so, please, eat me."

His body slowly stiffened, his skull stuck to the ground, and his out-of-focus eyeballs stared straight at the gleaming blue ball.

"Guru..."

A translucent curtain with star dots covered the old beggar.

Like the Milky Way saying goodnight to him.

(End of this chapter)