Whispering Poems.

Chapter 1 The Dying Man
"Do you remember what I said?"

Finally regaining his senses in a trance, Xia De looked at everything in front of him with some confusion.The last second he remembered, he was helping his friend deal with the funeral, and the next second he remembered, he came here.

This is a bedroom. Definitely not a 21st century bedroom.The bright yellow light in the room is not very strong, and some blackened wooden floors are clean, but the walls are already a little yellowed.There was a stack of books piled up in the corner, crooked as if they were about to fall, and there were some metal jugs and photo frames on the bookshelf next to the pile of books.

Those photos are in black and white.

In addition to oil paintings, there are two metal pipes on the walls.It can be vaguely seen that the buckle of the pipe connection has been somewhat rusted, and one of the thinner pipes has branched out at the desk.And the brown wooden desk was full of pages, and the drawers on both sides were half open, and the documents inside could be seen.

On the desk, the lamp connected to the brass-colored pipe is still shining, and the style of the bell mouth of the heavy lamp is very novel——

"Huh? Not electric lights? Gas lights?"

It's hard to tell if it's a gas light by looking at it, but the pipes clinging to the wall, and the wall lights connected to the pipes, can't be electric lights no matter what.The warm yellow light was not bright and could only illuminate the area of ​​the desk, but it made Xia De feel warm inexplicably.

With this light, he saw the decorative oil painting on the wall, the black and white single-person photo on the desk, and the newspaper unfolding in the shadow of the floor.Couldn't read anything on the newspaper, but could see that instead of squares, letters were on it.

This sense of age, no matter where it is, it is no longer home.

There was a smell of corruption in the air, but more like the smell of a funeral home.Xia De remembered the taste. After all, he was still helping a friend who passed away unfortunately.
"Do you remember what I said?"

The voice sounded again, and Xia De was completely awake from his trance.The young man reacted quickly and felt that someone was grabbing his right wrist. At this moment, his consciousness and his body were completely integrated, and he thought of lowering his head.

He was standing beside the bed in what appeared to be a nineteenth-century men's bedroom, a four-poster bed, but with drapes on only three sides.The body of the bed and the visible part of the head of the bed are all shining with the color of metal under the gas lamp at the head of the bed.

The bedside lamp was held up by a little angel, and Xia De was attracted by the delicate shape for a moment.

The person holding his hand was the man lying on the bed.This middle-aged man, who might be the owner of the bedroom, was wearing dark plaid pajamas, and all but his head and right hand were hidden under the quilt.

He had an obvious white face, but his eyes were sunken, his cheeks were drooping, and the right hand holding Xia De's wrist was even more thin and scary.This look is like a man who is about to starve to death, and Shade even believes that once he speaks a little louder, he must beg the man not to die.

Shade doesn't know anything right now and needs to know the situation from the man.

"So. Is this time-travel?"

He thought to himself that he had a general understanding of the current situation.

Fortunately, although the man on the bed was weak, at least there were no corpse spots on his body.Otherwise, Shade would really have to worry about his current situation.

"Do you remember what I said?"

The weak man on the bed asked for the third time, his brown eyes sunk deep into his sockets, but he stared at Xia De.Although Xia De didn't understand why he came here inexplicably through time travel, at least he knew that it was best to continue acting at this moment. At least he had to understand the current situation and make plans for the future.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to realize that the other party was not speaking Chinese, nor any language he knew, but Xia De understood it inexplicably.He wanted to answer in the other party's language, but opened his mouth slightly, he understood but couldn't speak at all.

"No? You can understand but can't speak?"

There was a buzzing sensation in the ears for a moment, and the back was itchy from the tension.Not being able to speak the language of the inhabitants of the other world was not something he could have expected, and it was the worst case.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and he immediately realized that the sound was not caused by his nervousness at all. He understood the voice in his head. It was a woman, a woman was talking, and it was a murmur:

[The sixth era, the general calendar year 1853, summer, the day when the silver moon shines, you came to this dark world.You understand that you need an identity, so you have to inherit everything from this inexplicable body.Now is the first step, to prove, to prove that you can enter the world. 】

"Tie"

The instinctive reaction was that this was the fabled system, but immediately realized that it was definitely not a system.

The woman's voice was unusually elegant and soothing, as if she was reciting a poem in a whisper, which made people intoxicated.But the language she used was different from Chinese and the language of the weakened man on the bed.

That language is more ancient and more secluded, like the breeze of ancient times, passing through the curtain of time, and suddenly blowing to the present.Language itself is a figurative mystery. Even if he just understands the meaning of language, Xia De seems to have seen the deepest darkness.

Although Shade understood the second language again, just understanding the language itself made his head buzz, and the stomach of the new body reacted with nausea.

It's a sense of mental oppression, and the language used by the voice in your head has extraordinary power in itself.

"This is the language family of this world! What's in the head is not the system, it's what originally existed in the body!"

Xia De made a judgment, and while his pupils narrowed slightly, he produced a more terrifying guess from what he saw:

"The new world, this world suspected of the Victorian steam age, is a world of extraordinary and mysterious existence!"

He is not the kind of person who doesn't accept the status quo. Since time-travels have appeared, it is not completely unacceptable that there is transcendence.It's just that the first task now is to figure out the current situation, answer the man's question, and figure out who he is.

So, Shade tried his best to convey the message to the voice in his head in his own language:
"Whoever you are, please listen. I want to accept everything about this body, but I don't have the memory of this body, I don't have the language habits of this body."

[Now, you have it. 】

It was as if a brick was forced into the Tianling cover, and it was stirred maliciously a few times.Shad thought it was a miracle he didn't pass out.

He did not obtain the memory of his original body, but was forced into some knowledge, about "Darion, the common language of human beings in the northern kingdom".But this knowledge just exists, like a translator, he didn't get it all at once, understanding all the slang, dialect, religious culture, allusions, or language habits.

"Sorry sir, I'm in a bad state, can you repeat what you told me to remember."

Relying on this knowledge, he translated Chinese intermittently into the "northern human common language" in his mind, and then deliberately spoke it out in a translator's accent.The weakened man holding Xia De's hand suddenly exerted force, it is hard to imagine that such a thin wrist has such power:
"You are still like this, your head is not very easy to use. Well, I will say it again."

It seems that the original owner of the body has a weak head, and Xia De's words have not aroused suspicion for the time being.

"Shade"

The names are pronounced the same way.

"I was going to die, I knew three months in advance that I was going to die, so I chose you from the homeless. Changed your life, gave you a new name, made you simple literate, and learned some common sense. And before I die After that, you'll have everything I have, my detective agency, everything I have. But you need to do one thing for me, one simple thing—"

Although his tone was very weak, his terrifying eyes stared at Xia De like a lone wolf on the verge of death.The great terror in his eyes made the foreigners who didn't know this world feel a little terrified in their hearts.

But Shade kept his breathing as steady as possible, but did not have the courage to look him in the eye.It's not that Xia De is afraid at the moment, but from the sentence just now, he has a preliminary understanding of the situation of the original owner of the body.

Therefore, at this time, he should definitely not look at the man, but should look away in fear, which is in line with the known character settings.

"Inherit my detective's office, whatever you do with it, at least keep it open. Until three months from now, September 1853, 9, when you'll get a letter to get it back Burn it, that's the price you pay for my entire inheritance."

His hand clasped Xia De's hand tightly. Even if Xia De pretended to be struggling slightly according to his acting skills, he didn't think he could break free at all. The opponent's strength was really great:

"It's my only request, Sparrow Hamilton, to leave your legacy to you, Shad Hamilton."

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