Bizarre Detective Agency - Chapter 1212

   Chapter 1212 One hundred and fifty. Wenger

   Wenger is a total scumbag.

   Neighbors thought he could be saved when his mother was still alive, and after that mutiny, the neighbors gave up trying to save Wenger in the slightest.

   After all, no matter if you insult or praise the cesspool, it will only return the stench of nausea.

   But in the eyes of his colleagues and bosses, there is no employee more competent than Wenger. He is determined, not afraid of danger, never backs down, danger can’t stop him from completing his mission, death can’t stop him from saving his companions, the title of “Wenger who is not afraid of death” is the consensus of everyone who does the dirty work for the shelter.

   Neighbors can’t stand his shortcomings, but colleagues can. No one dislikes a companion who is trustworthy and who will give everything to save him. Compared with that, his shortcomings are only insignificant “little hobbies”.

   Just get used to it.

   Like the owner of the scavenger department, Lo Chandler.

   bang bang bang——

   The wooden door that was pushed open after a quick knock on the door.

  Lo Chandler, who was reading his notes in front of the blinds, was taken aback by Wenger: “Speak before you knock on the door, I’ve said it many times!”

   “You’re so afraid of uninvited guests that your head full of cow urine ripples?” Wenger, wearing a tanned leather armor covered in scratches, burst into the office.

   “Your bonus this week.” Lo Chandler reluctantly put down his notes, opened the drawer and counted out a few shillings, and pushed them to Wenger.

“Our farmer is finally willing to feed the sheep some fodder, so is it time to send them to the slaughterhouse?” Wenger cleared his throat and spat on the beloved cashmere doll on Lo Chandler’s desk Up—it was a hand-woven gift from his dead daughter.

   “Fuck… get out of here! Before I try to kill you!”

  Lo Chandler’s roar echoed in the scavenger company, and the downstairs staff subconsciously raised their heads, then looked at each other, and continued to work indifferently.

  No accident, Wenger appeared on the second floor and left the company.

  Lo Chandler rubbed his brows with a headache and sat back on the wooden chair, looking at the cashmere doll covered in filthy phlegm, his eyes gradually focused on the closed door.

  No one knows why Wenger is so mean.

   In the afternoon, Wenger, carrying a sack, appeared at the Church of the Holy Light.

The church, made of wood, tin and stone, looks like a shack in a slum. The cemetery stands crookedly with tombstones and homeless homeless people. There are no pews in the church, only leaky windows and makeshift beds full of mattresses. residence.

  This church does not have the solemnity and divinity that a church should have.

   Wenger’s arrival broke all of this.

   “Lord, I’m here to see you **** born of a bitch.”

   His voice caught the attention of the homeless, or the sack on his back – but these homeless or deformed homeless were obviously no match for Wenger, and were driven away fiercely by him.

   “You can’t go to heaven like this.”

   An old priest in a patched uniform greeted Wenger and entered the church with him.

   The children who gathered together to keep warm like young sheep came over spontaneously, and Wenger also threw away the sack, letting the jerky roll out of the open sack and presented it to the children who were lined up by the old priest.

   “It’s yours, you **** raised by a whore.”

  A little boy wrapped in a skirt picked up the jerky with footprints.

   “And you, the three-legged toad.”

   The girl with the deformed calf at the knee picked up the jerky silently.

   “Not yet tall gnomes and funny balloons.”

  Here the oldest boy who is only a few tens of centimeters tall picks up two pieces of jerky with a normal head on his back but his limbs are only the size of a wine bottle.

  These poor little monsters took the jerky from the shriveled sacks one after another from the scolding.

   “Where’s the ridiculous monster with two genitals?” Wenger asked the priest when only one was left.

   “She was afraid of your foul language and hid.”

   “…The little monster whose courage was eaten by the Night Demon.” After a little silence, Wenger kicked the last jerky and the sack to the priest.

   “Why are you so contradictory? Wenger?” The priest suddenly asked Wenger’s back inexplicably: “What you do is like a torch in the dark, but your words smash it into pieces.”

   “None of your business, you old goat who likes to let kids **** your ass.”

   Wenger walked away without looking back.

   He returned to the dormitory and started today’s action with his colleagues. Compared with outsiders, these soldiers are not stingy in interacting with Wenger, although they will always receive vicious insults.

   This operation is to deal with an infected house in the shelter. They sealed the people inside in the room as usual, and then waited outside for the purification to end.

   During dinner, a careless colleague forgot to bring food, Wenger handed him a piece, but was rejected.

   “No… no need.”

   “Wenger who is not afraid of death” has another title in his back: the man-devouring demon.

Usually the house will be decontaminated in the afternoon, but something unexpected happened this time. The terrifying spirit suddenly rushed out of the house, tore the two soldiers dozing outside into pieces on the spot, and attacked the starving colleague next to Wenger. . Wenger shot to save him – part of his body.

   Wraith grabbed Wenger, who was the only one left in the moment, and did not rush to kill him, but slowly tore his limbs, letting pain tear him apart.

   Wenger screamed, and glared at the resentful spirit with bloodshot eyes, but did not swear as he imagined.

   “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

   The Wraith couldn’t help being curious, it only saw hatred and hysterical madness in the eyes of this human being.

   “When I die, it’s you who should be afraid.”

   Wenger bit his tongue and opened his blood-stained teeth, terrifying like a monster.

   Wraith was frightened by Wenger’s cruelty, so he chose to let him go and disappeared.

   In the evening of the same day, Wenger, whose limbs were dislocated, was found by nearby residents, and then the story spread. This has brought some legend to Wenger, and even the public’s disgust towards him has disappeared a lot. When talking about him, people just say: “Look, that guy is so brutal that even the spirits are afraid, how normal we are to stay away from him”.

   Wenger was also gradually entrusted with the responsibility, the captain of the scavenger, then the team leader, and then succeeded Lo Chandler as the head of the scavenger.

  The shelter is also gradually withering due to the lack of survivors and the lack of fertility. The residents change every few years. Wenger has also changed from a young man to a middle-aged man. The only thing that has not changed is his temper.

   Then tragedy struck one day unexpectedly——

  An evil spirit disguised as a human entered the shelter, Wenger didn’t see through it, but just scolded it.

  This was the most inconspicuous thing in Wenger’s life, but it became the last thing he did – walking, his head suddenly slipped from his neck.

  …

   Wenger stood at the door, watching the frail adoptive mother in the shack hold her young self.

   “We will not meet, I have done many bad things… God will not accept me.” She whispered softly: “But you are different, you are destined to ascend to heaven, my child.”

   The mother did not see the firmness on the child’s tender face.

   “No, I’m going to hell.”

   (end of this chapter)