บท 63: Sixty-three. Redemption

An endless malice invaded from outside the door.

In the summer rain season, the inside of the Detective Agency felt as cold as midwinter.

Anna's aura surged, every inch of her skin resisting the blood-like evil.

Like a cat bristling its fur at a threat.

Lu Li was even more affected, Mishelia's aura unrestrained, and he, being alive, was almost the complete opposite – a natural enemy of resentful spirits.

Even though his face remained calm, his body was already tense. His gaze turned to his right hand on the table—almost uncontrollably clenched into a fist.

Thud—thud—thud—

The knocking was heavy and slow; no one answered the door, nor was there a need to.

A blood-red dress passed through the door and floated into the living room.

A rich scent of blood infiltrated the Detective Agency.