Whispering Verse

"I thought that after the battle at Sikal Mountain, no evil spirits would attack me again."

[Evil spirits just won’t attack you actively. 】

The cold feeling spread from the ankles to the whole body, and at the same time, huge force came, trying to pull Shad directly into the floor.

He stood there without moving, and the moonlight bursting out of his palm was like the sun exploding in the bedroom.

After the brilliance of the silver moon faded, the surfaces of all objects in the room seemed to be covered with a faint layer of light. But in this case, the evil spirit under the floor still rose up, as if it was not affected at all.

"There's something wrong with this undead."

The spirit body looks like a woman with loose hair, but her specific appearance is unclear. The spirit body is close to a traditional evil spirit, but the outside seems to be wrapped in a layer of black soil. Shade has seen countless undead in Fort Midhill, and has even seen undead that can fight high-level warlocks under the blessing of the out-of-control state of level 0 relics. The evil spirit in front of him was obviously not that powerful, but it was also very different from those undead spirits.

It can even be said that there is an essential difference between the soul in front of you and the "undead". Relying on his own mystical knowledge, Shade couldn't explain clearly what it was for a while. He could only roughly regard it as resentment born in a certain land. Normal death, death in a normal place, will never happen.

"Could this be Miss Norma?"

He thought in his mind and pulled out the [Moonlight Sword] from the air. Just as he was about to thrust forward with his sword, the evil spirit seemed to sense danger and disappeared with a muffled sound.

"What the hell is this?"

After confirming again and again that the surroundings had returned to normal, Xia Decai looked at the hidden grid on the wall behind the original picture frame. Although there was a lock, it couldn't stop Shade. The space inside was not large. There was a small silver knife in a scabbard and a small enamel bowl. There were quite fresh and age-old blood stains on both of them.

".[Echoes from the Past]."

Knowing the truth about time expanded the usable scope of this thaumaturgy to the past three days. Shade put down the silver knife, frowned and walked around the room to check, listening to the sounds in his ears.

The first sound was a knock on the door. It seemed that the neighbor downstairs had brought the letter and stuffed it into the room.

The second sound was the noise on the street downstairs. If Shade heard it correctly, it was two women cursing each other for taking away their husbands.

The third sound was finally the sound in this house. And considering that no one took care of the letters from three days ago, this should be Miss Norma’s last voice before leaving home——

"It's time, let's go."

This is the voice of a strange man.

"Okay, I will meet that moment, and may the earth be with me."

This should be Miss Norma's voice, her tone is very brisk.

"It seems that this investigation has really encountered trouble."

Shade muttered, then briefly rummaged through the desk in the bedroom, trying his best not to mess with other people's personal belongings. There are a lot of letters here. Judging from the reading order and markings, Miss Norma had frequent correspondence with at least five men at the same time, including Mr. Martin, whom Shade wanted to find.

"It's really clever."

He sighed softly, and then realized in "her" chuckle that he seemed to be a little more exaggerated than this Miss Norma.

It's a pity that Miss Norma doesn't have the "good habit" of writing a diary. Apart from those letters, there are no other personal documents or information.

However, after Shade opened the closet, under those simple, colorful and bold clothes, he found a notebook that seemed to have been accidentally left behind. The time and place were recorded on it. Shade realized after seeing the "Good Mr. Club" that Miss Norma's work schedule and the time of meeting acquaintances were recorded here.

But unfortunately, the record only lasted until three days ago, and there was no new content. And on the title page of the notebook, there is also a sentence written -

【I will eventually become one with the earth. 】

"Mia, take a sniff and see if there are any other clues."

He patted the sleepy cat, hoping the cat would be of some use. But no matter how smart the cat is, it can't help Shade at this time.

Judging from the clues in hand, Miss Norma, who has also disappeared, has quite a big problem. Although she did not have a diary, Shade had the addresses of the gentlemen who frequently contacted her - it was clearly written on the envelope, as well as a list of "work places" she frequented and the time points.

He did not take away these materials, but wrote them all down, and then planned to go to the "Good Mr. Club" to ask for more details.

It was only half past ten in the morning, and the heating in winter had made the air in the city even worse. The visibility in the city shrouded in gray fog was extremely poor. And when Shade walked through the neighborhood and returned to the door of the club, he met a somewhat unexpected person.

At that time, the carriage happened to pass by him and stopped at the door of the club. The gentleman who got off the carriage with a cane looked back and happened to look at Shade:

"Oh, Mr. Hamilton!"

"Oh, it's Baron Lavender!"

This man wearing a decent black formal suit is Shade's good friend Baron Lavender. Shade knew that Baron Lavender was in the antiques and perfume business, so his appearance in the club should not be just for fun like little Mr. Martin.

At the end of the year, Shade sent a holiday card to Baron Lavender, and the baron also sent Shade a small bottle of perfume as a holiday gift. They were very happy to meet here unexpectedly at this time. The Baron even wanted to invite Shade to the club for a drink, but Shade refused:

"I'm looking for a missing boy, Herbert Martin. Baron, do you know him?"

Shade briefly told the Baron the target of his investigation, but the Baron thought for a while and could not find this person in his memory. He also suggested that Shade investigate Miss Norma, but Shade regretfully said that Miss Norma was also missing:

"Half an hour ago, I knocked on her door for a long time, but no one showed up. After asking the neighbors, Miss Norma hasn't come back for several days."

Shade shrugged:

"However, I have investigated several other gentlemen who are familiar with Miss Norma. Baron Lavender, I wonder if you know any of them?"

Shade reported the names of the gentlemen he saw at Miss Norma's house. Baron Lavender did know one of them:

"Little Franco is my friend. We drank together in the club before the New Year's Day. But I heard a few days ago that he was seriously ill. I originally planned to visit him tomorrow."

Baron Lavender was happy to help Shade, but it was a pity that he still had business to discuss at the club today. However, Shade was very interested in Mr. Franco, who was seriously ill, and he lived in the southern district of Tobesk, so he planned to visit that gentleman.

The Baron wrote a note to Shade, proving that Shade was his friend, so that his visit would go more smoothly.

The Franco family was not aristocrats, but they ran two large canning factories locally and were emerging wealthy businessmen. Mr. Franco Jr., the only son of Mr. Franco Sr., who is now fifty-one years old, is destined to inherit the family business.

And when Shade saw little Mr. Franco in the bedroom on the second floor of Franco's house, the man who was ill and bedridden looked like he was about to die.

He was skinny and skinny, his face was sallow, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up alone. When the worried old Mr. Franco and his servant pushed the door open and entered the bedroom with Shade, the look in the eyes of little Mr. Franco who turned to look at Shade inexplicably reminded Shade of Spy before his death. Detective Luo.

"How could it be so serious?"

Because he was worried about disturbing the patient, Shade just glanced at the bedside and then retreated to the corridor with old Mr. Franco.

The worried old man held his hat with both hands and sighed softly:

"Everything was fine earlier last week, but two days ago he suddenly had a nightmare, and then he became like this. I went to the best doctor in the city, but the doctor couldn't figure out what this was. What's wrong."

Death from sudden illness is very common in this era.

"Nightmare?"

Shade raised his eyebrows:

"Do you know the specific content of the dream?"

The old man nodded:

"He told me that he dreamed of a woman crawling out of the earth, grabbing his feet and trying to drag him underground. In fact, he has been having this dream since that night, but I can't Connect this nightmare with his illness. But I have already seen a psychiatrist in the city, hoping this will help."

The voice was very low. It was a huge blow to the old man in front of him that his only son had become like this.

With the consent of Mr. Franco Sr., Shade searched the bedroom of Mr. Franco Jr., who was lying in bed and almost speechless. If his guess was correct, then there must be some special item that allowed little Mr. Franco to continue to have nightmares and become what he is now.

Shade's search ability is very strong, and finding items with elements among ordinary items is what he is best at. And just as he guessed, the strange items carried traces of elements.

It was a potted plant placed on the windowsill. The small flowers planted in the soil were not important. It was the soil in the pot that had traces of the elements. The black soil feels unusually cold to the touch, and seems to have the ability to attract the eye. The more you look at the soil, the more you can feel the illusion that your soul is being swallowed by the soil.

This soil has exactly the same feeling as the undead that attacked Shade.