Whispering Verse

At ten o'clock on Sunday morning, although the city was still hazy with fog, Saint Teresa's Square was still bustling with pedestrians in the increasingly autumn weather.

The heavy rain last night washed away the city. Even in the early morning, the autumn rain was still falling, but the pattering did not affect travel that much.

Under the gloomy sky, countless black umbrellas touched each other and then separated, but this did not affect the well-dressed gentlemen talking to each other, nor did it affect the well-dressed young people walking holding official documents. The carriage, washed into dark brown by the rain, came from a distance, its horse hooves stepped on the puddles, and stopped smoothly outside the door of No. 6 Saint Teresa Square in the falling rain.

Dr. Schneider, wearing a black coat, stepped down from the carriage and immediately jumped up the steps to the rain eaves. After paying the fare, I looked at Saint Teresa Square in the rain and tightened my collar:

"It's raining again and it looks like it's going to get colder."

The carriage drove away slowly, but was soon stopped by Shade's neighbor, Mr. Smith, who had just gone out.

The old gentleman was wearing a decent formal suit, he must have something important to do. He also noticed Dr. Schneider, and after nodding to each other, Mr. Smith left in the carriage.

"I think I've seen that person in the newspaper. Isn't he the former chief secretary of the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance? Sure enough, those who can live in such a neighborhood are definitely not ordinary citizens."

The doctor thought in surprise, looked up at the raindrops falling like a string of pearls from the eaves, then turned around and rang the doorbell:

After a while, footsteps were heard on the stairs. The door was opened, and Shade, who was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, looked at the doctor outside with a smile:

"You are really on time, exactly ten o'clock, not even a minute missing. Oh, it's still raining, please come in quickly."

"Of course I'm on time. I charge patients according to time. I have a strong sense of time."

The middle-aged man with blue eyes boasted, and suddenly twitched his nose while standing at the door:

"When did you still have the habit of burning incense?"

As he walked into the door, he noticed something was wrong under his feet:

"When did you lay a carpet in the foyer? Isn't this carpet cheap? Even my clinic is not willing to lay such expensive carpets."

Looking up along the carpet, I saw the carpet extending all the way to the stairs:

"When are you going to greet me? You don't have to go to great lengths to cover the stairs with flower petals, right? Do you want to borrow money from me?"

The doctor said with a smile, and bent down to pick up a petal:

"It's still fresh. Are these flowers from last night?"

He understood immediately, nodded slightly, looked at the young man who was closing the door and joked:

"This must be prepared for girls. Someone stayed here last night? You really spent money on the atmosphere."

Shade hugged the cat, which had been sulking all night, and nodded hesitantly:

"Yes."

"Don't worry, I won't tell the third person."

The doctor patted Shade on the shoulder:

"I understand young people of your age very well. I won't ask who the other person is, but you have to pay attention to your private life. I don't guarantee what Anat will do if she hears about it. Oh, these flowers are not cheap. .”

They walked up the stairs together, and the doctor noticed that from the first floor to the second floor, it was actually covered with flowers, not just the area at the door.

"Not the gold pounds I spent."

Shade rubbed his neck and walked in front. The memory of last night was confusing and hot. Looking back, he still had some doubts that everything last night was his imagination. However, this imagination is a bit too bold.

[That was not a dream, and you still hugged one person and called another person’s name. 】

"You actually asked a lady to spend money?"

The doctor was a little surprised and had no idea what Shade was thinking.

"It's true that the lady spent the money, but one lady prepared it for another lady."

The middle-aged psychiatrist frowned. Fortunately, Bill Schneider had rich social experience and was well-informed. He figured it out after thinking for a few seconds:

"Wait, there was more than one lady who stayed here last night? Oh, detective, it was me who led you out of your blindness and ignorance, and I have an obligation to give you some life advice. I have always known that you have a good character. But why on this issue."

"Doctor, it's not what you think. We won't discuss this! But I want to make it clear that I am not that kind of person."

Shade yawned and said that he had actually been up for an hour, washing, feeding the cat, cleaning, and preparing breakfast for the girls who were drowsily hugging each other. Although the power of Chuhuo is not as good as that of divinity, it can make this body more energetic. He is not sleepy at all, and yawning at this time is just to cover up his embarrassment.

He walked up in a hurry and changed the topic:

"Let's go to the third floor. I have a way to find souls, so I want to try to see if I can find the souls of Mr. Sherf Tim and Miss Shana Aya."

Hearing Sha De mention these two names, the doctor was startled, and then he stopped talking about Sha De's private life.

He sighed slowly:

"Thank you for your help in keeping this matter in mind, but I don't think it can be found casually."

The two of them arrived at the second floor together, and then continued walking towards the upper floors. When the doctor saw that the door of room 1 on the second floor was closed, he knew that the two ladies had not left yet. Shade, who was holding Mia, also looked at the door and raised his eyebrows, thinking of his surprise when he woke up this morning and saw people leaning on his shoulders on both sides.

After waking up, apart from being kissed by the sleepy girls, what he was most worried about was what would happen once Luvia knew about it.

And when he expressed this concern, Dorothy said nothing, and Lesia squinted her eyes and answered in a daze:

"How on earth did she stay alone for a night before? She is really amazing."

Shade and the doctor entered the corridor on the third floor together. Shade summoned the life ring and used [True Death] to emit spiritual light in the center of the corridor. Two old black iron fences that were incompatible with the corridor immediately appeared.

Dr. Schneider stood behind Shade hesitantly and heard Shade say:

"The end of eternity protects me before the end."

With a clattering sound, the iron chains that tied the two fence doors were automatically untied and wrapped around the fence like a black iron snake.

"Shade, why do you always have such strange places in your home? After I swallowed the Balrog last time, you also asked me to go to a door in the basement to calm the risk of losing control. How do I remember that this place was originally a place of life and death? boundary?"

“I scrapped the [Traveler’s Travel Gate] and found a way to install a gate here so that I no longer have to worry about the border being out of control.”

Shade said, then pushed the fence door in front of him. As the door was pushed inwards silently, what was behind it was not the second half of the corridor on the third floor, but a fog door with white mist creeping around:

"Doctor, hold my hand."

Shade held little Mia and walked into the white mist with the doctor.

"This place is really similar to the [Dark Dungeon] you asked me to go to."

There are countless tombstones standing in the white mist. The square stone tombstone stuck diagonally under the feet is the clearest, but there are no letters on it.

Shade informed Dr. Schneider about the general situation of the [Soul Cemetery]. Hearing that "any soul heading toward death can be found here," the doctor immediately understood what Shade was thinking:

"If their souls have been freed, even at the cost of complete fragmentation, I can see them. If their souls are still imprisoned"

He took the knife handed by Shade and carefully engraved Mr. Sherf Tim's name, date of birth and death, and cause of death on the tombstone at his feet, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

"Try another one."

Shade encouraged.

The two moved to another tombstone and engraved the name of Miss Shana Aya, but when they looked at the thick white fog around them, no soul appeared.

This means that the two souls were just taken away and did not reach the end. Just like the souls residing in the material world, they cannot be called here. Although the doctor had no hope, he was still a little frustrated when he saw that it still failed.

"Doctor, don't worry, I haven't used this place before. Maybe our approach is wrong. Let me give it a try. You see."

Shade encouraged, then took the knife and squatted in front of another cross tombstone. He held the cat in one hand and carefully carved with the other hand:

[Sparrow Sparrow Hamilton (Sixth Age·1812-1853)]

【Grey-headed Eagle】

[Eternal Loyalty - Carson Ricker's Gray Gloves Ace Agent]

【Died by the terrible death countdown curse】

The peeling stone chips fell but disappeared quickly. After finishing the carving, Shade stood up and looked around with the doctor. Then he noticed a black shadow appearing deep in the white mist behind the tombstone.

The shadow was far away in the white mist, but it was coming. As he got closer, his figure gradually became clearer.

The middle-aged man wearing a black deerstalker hat and leaning on a cane stared at Shade with bright eyes. The soul of Sparrow Hamilton really appeared.

"This place can indeed summon souls. It seems that the souls of Mr. Tim and Miss Aya have not been shattered at least."

The doctor comforted himself, but saw Xia De hesitantly looking at the soul he didn't recognize.

Dr. Schneider didn't know what the story was between Shade and Sparrow Hamilton, but he still encouraged:

"Now that he has been called out, let's talk to him. You have inherited his inheritance and are still his nephew in name only."

He knew that Shade was just a tramp before and was not related to Sparrow Hamilton, but he didn't know about Gray Gloves.

"It's rare for normal people to have the opportunity to talk to the deceased. Say something."

The doctor said again, then carefully stepped back.

Shade nodded and looked at the former detective standing behind the tombstone, only to find that the other person was also looking at him. The last time we looked at each other so closely was in the early morning of midsummer, when one person arrived and the other person left, the day when the silver moon shone.