Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 57 - 57 57
57: 57.
Mishelia 57: 57.
Mishelia There were still ten minutes to midnight.
On Alpha Street, a translucent figure drifted into an otherwise ordinary household.
The door was tightly closed, and it was the time when most households were preparing dinner or getting ready to eat, and the couple inside this house was no exception.
Except they were sitting at a corner of the empty dining table.
The husband sighed deeply, while the wife’s eyes were slightly red.
Mishelia settled naturally into an empty seat, staring blankly across the table, talking to herself.
(“The interview has been postponed to tomorrow, I’ll go tomorrow morning.”)
(“It’s okay, my classmates are already very familiar, and I told the professor, he agreed to let me work part-time.”)
(“Mmm…
that’s good, my classmates are quite nice to me.”)
(“No, they are very kind, they didn’t…
bully me.
Mmm…”)
…
In front of the desk, Lu Li leaned back in the boss chair.
Behind the desk, Oliver’s cousin sat up straight.
“My name is Joanna.
My cousin wants me to take over his job, but he didn’t say anything.
He just told me this place would allow me to see everything I wanted to see,” Joanna spoke quickly, laying out the entire process in matter-of-fact terms.
“We’re not hiring anymore,” Lu Li responded.
The Detective Agency wasn’t a place for unrelated individuals, even if it was Oliver’s cousin, and besides, he was still pondering who the previous interviewee had been.
“Is that so…” Joanna furrowed her brows and removed her mask.
A sweet face appeared, adorned with a few freckles.
“We need you now,” Lu Li amended on the fly.
A familiar look of disdain beside him caught his attention.
Joanna revealed a sweet smile, “You are a very real detective, I like that.
But to be honest, I always feel like my brother is deceiving me, just as he always does…”
The bitter fruit left by Oliver undoubtedly made Lu Li spend some time explaining.
“So?” Elbow propped on the armrest, chin gently resting on his hand, Lu Li uttered two words softly.
“Can you prove it?” Joanna asked, a touch of excitement in her voice, then quickly added, “Just a little proof will do.”
Lu Li slightly tilted his head, his black pupils gazing at the air.
He couldn’t see Anna, but that didn’t hinder his communication with her.
Anna understood, and the next moment, everything on the desk began to levitate.
“Is this your power!?” Joanna’s eyes sparked with excitement.
As her words fell, the floating objects scattered, clattering all over the desk.
A pen fell from the desk, rolling to his feet.
“Obviously not,” Lu Li frowned and said in a low voice, “Clean it up later.”
“Oh—” Anna pouted.
Turning his gaze back, Lu Li noticed the girl across the table was full of excitement and curiosity.
“Who are you talking to!?” she asked eagerly.
“Exactly what you are thinking,” he replied.
Joanna leaned forward, her hands on the table, “Can I see them?”
Lu Li raised an eyebrow slightly, “Are you sure you want to meet a ghost?”
“Yes!” Joanna nodded emphatically.
Leaning back into the boss chair, Lu Li turned his head and asked, “Do you want to come out?”
“Sure!”
A crisp voice sounded next to him, and Anna slowly manifested as a ghost beside Lu Li.
Joanna blinked, and then she saw a ghostly outline next to Lu Li.
“This is…” Joanna’s eyes showed no fear or dread, only the excitement one might feel upon meeting someone they’ve long admired.
She even raised her hand, trying to touch Anna.
“Umm…” Anna, still timid, retreated behind Lu Li.
“So when can I start working!” Joanna asked urgently.
“Have you decided?”
“Mhm!”
Lu Li pondered for a moment, then gently shook his head, “An impulsive display doesn’t represent one’s enduring state—to confirm that you are up to the job, you need to prove you are still willing to accept it after calm deliberation.”
“How long must I wait?”
“Well…
in three days.”
Lu Li roughly stated a number.
Take a three-day rest before starting work.
If Joanna still insisted by that time, he would keep this girl who harbored a certain obsession with the inexplicable.
The Detective Agency grew quiet with the departure of Oliver, the cousin.
“There won’t be any more interviewees, will there?” Anna looked curiously towards the door.
“There shouldn’t be.” Lu Li stood up.
“Where are you going?”
Lu Li picked up the overcoat from the coat rack, put it on, and turned around to say, “To buy a newspaper, to see if something we don’t know about has happened today.”
About fifteen minutes later, Lu Li returned to the Detective Agency with a copy of today’s newspaper still exuding the smell of ink.
Anna curiously watched as Lu Li returned to his desk, sat down, and handed the newspaper over, “It’s on page four.”
“Really?” Anna took the newspaper, turned to the last page, and read the headline slowly and seriously, “A student from Pris Aristocrat Academy committed suicide last night…”
“She’s dead!?” Anna exclaimed in shock.
Lu Li rubbed his temples and said, “Mhm.
She’s a ghost, the Mishelia from her own story.”
“How is that possible!
How could I not feel it if she was a ghost?”
“Are you asking me?” Lu Li gave her a look with his dark eyes.
“Um…” Realizing her folly, Anna covered her mouth and continued reading.
The newspaper recounted the story.
Mishelia was a noble’s child who bullied classmates at school, had thugs bully girls, associated with local gangs, had an abortion, trafficked people…
“How can she be like this, she looked so pretty but turned out to be such a bad person!” Anna cried out indignantly.
“Will she come tomorrow?”
“Perhaps.”
“Then we’ll deal with this ghost.”
“Really…”
However, Lu Li did not respond.
He gazed thoughtfully out of the window.
…
The next morning, residents of Alpha Street witnessed an unusual commotion.
“Hello, I’m a reporter from the Daily Hotspot, can I ask what you think about the girls that your daughter bullied?”
“Are the rumors spread by the students true?
Like her pouring urine on her roommate’s bed, violating school rules, do you know about these?”
In front of a residential building, the entrance was crowded and bustling with onlookers and passersby, as well as journalists trying to push their way inside.
Not even the gloomy sky and drizzling rain could dampen the noise.
“The victimized girls are still undergoing psychological treatment.
Do the two of you have anything to say to those bullied by your daughter?”
“It’s rumored that Mishelia’s father is a city official, which is why she caused trouble everywhere in school, is that true?”
The reporters continued to ask loudly.
“No!
My daughter was killed by a group of students raised by bitches!
It’s all lies!” At this moment, Mishelia’s father stood at the door, his calloused palms and sun-darkened arms struggling to hold back the crush of reporters.
The noise entered the house where the mother hid in her daughter’s bedroom, recalling her voice and face, washing her face with tears.
A nearly transparent white-dress girl floated above the bed, her once delicate face pale and stiff, her once clear and bright eyes obscured by a grey haze.
The weeping woman could not see her.