Whispering Poems.

Chapter 3
After explaining his own affairs, the detective on the bed closed his eyes. Xia De pursed his lips and waited for a while, then broke free and tested his breath and pulse.

"died?"

He couldn't believe that the other party died so easily, and it really took almost 10 minutes.

Before he had time to react, a black light flashed across the corpse's face.Xia De's heart tightened for no reason, and the extreme terror instantly drowned him.

But when he regained his senses, the black light dispersed in the air and disappeared.

As this light disappeared from the corpse, the slender corpse seemed to be starved to death, but it gradually filled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if someone had inflated the inside of the corpse until it became a normal corpse.

"Where is this normal? What is the situation now?"

In the silence of the room, Shade looked around with some unease. The unease was not being alone with the corpse, but the uneasiness of the unfamiliar environment.This world is not the world of the past, he has seen a corner of the truth of the mysterious and dangerous world.

The woman's voice in her mind sounded again, as if to remind Shade that this is not a "person":
[You touch 'Whisper'. 】

"What contact? What whisper? Can you elaborate?"

But the voice still gave no answer.

[Whisper] is one of the "four mysterious elements" that the detective just said. Obviously, the so-called [relic] and [Whisper] are the truth that led to his death.

Although Xia De was overwhelmed by the repressed and unknown truth, looking at the corpse on the bed, there was not much panic unexpectedly.

"It would be great if all this was a joke."

At this moment, he hoped that it was acting, but his reason knew that it could not be acting.

Standing silently by the bed for a while, trying to keep as quiet as possible, going around the four-poster bed to the window, carefully and calmly pulling the heavy curtains open, immediately, the weak morning sun shines through the gray fog on the street and the window. of glass shines in.

This light seemed to temporarily dispel the anxiety in his heart.

"Is it morning?"

Because of the heavy fabric curtains, he thought it was night.

bang bang bang~
The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded at this moment, which startled Xia De. He subconsciously let go of the curtain, but immediately held it and pulled it away completely.I squinted my eyes and looked out the window. Outside this window was the street. I didn't have time to look at the strange scenery of the steam age in the fog. First, I looked down and made sure that it was the corpse who was knocking on the door. I could see the carriage pulling the corpse. Turn around to open the door.

"Being able to accurately know the time of his death, so the contacted corpse carrier can come so accurately."

With that in mind, he pushed open the bedroom door.Outside is the living room. There are also gas pipes that are suspected of being in the steam era climbing on the walls. Hand-polished solid wood furniture and various piles of alphabetical text books and documents are scattered everywhere.

The small blackboard hanging on the wall, the very formal coffee table and the fabric sofa combination are also very similar to the style of the detective agency.

There were no curtains in the living room, letting in the dim morning light in the fog, slanting on the floor in front of Shard's feet.

In the light, the dust floats quietly, like strange tiny creatures swimming.This sense of reality made Shade a little creepy.

Open the cold latch and anti-theft chain of the door, directly opposite the dark staircase that rotates downward, and there is a door next door, that is to say, there are two residences on this floor, somewhat like the apartment building in the Sherlock Holmes novel.

I couldn't find the lamp, so I could only circle down in the dark and depressing stairs, and my heart seemed to tremble wildly with every step I took.In the dark environment, Xia De, whose thinking was too divergent, felt that there was some terrible existence peeping at him.

From the second floor to the first floor, the stairs lead to the foyer.On one side of the entrance hall, the passage connecting the first floor was completely blocked by wooden boards, as if it was a sealed coffin, so that only the entrance hall could be used on the entire first floor.

This scene made the already nervous outsiders even more puzzled:
"Why seal up the first floor? What the hell is going on here?"

He passed the shoe cabinet, picked up the fallen umbrella, and glanced at the gas lamp on the wall above the shoe cabinet.After carefully unscrewing, the light calms the heart.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

A silent old man in a black coat stood at the door, with a sign of overlapping leaves hanging on his chest, and behind him was a gloomy sky and choking fog.The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Xia De, his voice was as low as a leaf scratching on the wet and cold ground:

"Shad Hamilton?"

The language he used was the same as the dead detective, the so-called Delarion language.

"Yes."

Shade nodded cautiously, motioning for the numb-looking old man to follow him upstairs.

So the old man greeted the sullen middle-aged man behind him who was comforting the horses. The latter looked gloomy, just like the current weather.

The three walked up the stairs together.Shade didn't know what to say, so he led them silently to the bedroom on the second floor where the number "1" was hung.

Almost no one spoke during the whole process. The old and middle-aged people had the smell of corpses. First, they put on gloves to confirm that the detective's body on the bed was really dead, and then handed Shade a document that he needed to sign.

It is a confirmation document confirming that the body has been handed over to the city public cemetery management office, and there are double official seals of the city public cemetery management office and the city funeral committee below.At the bottom is a prayer for the deceased, and the translated meaning makes the living Shade very uncomfortable.

The old man and the middle-aged man checked the situation of the corpse, and Shade sat at the desk in the bedroom and picked up the cold pen.

He is a little confused in his head now, but he can also realize that he can understand and understand, but he can't write.Fortunately, the knowledge I received just now, in addition to the ability to speak, also has the ability to write.Translating the name into the similar-sounding "Darion, the common northern language of mankind," he intends to sign it.

On the cold page, there is nothing noteworthy, probably just confirming the handover of the body and the payment of the entrusted funeral.

"But judging from the other signature of the document belonging to the committee's secretariat, the name of this world is very similar to that of the West in the previous life. It is divided into three parts, and the official document needs to add a middle name. The first name is 'Shade', and the surname can follow 'Hamilton', but middle name."

Confused and disturbed outlanders, it is temporarily unknown whether the deceased Mr. Hamilton had given the body's original owner a middle name.But now is not the time to rummage through the room, and must immediately come up with a name to deal with temporarily.

[Suellen. 】

The whispering voice resounded in his mind again, and the low voice made Shade almost jump up.The voice gave a word, which existed in both the ancient language of women and the common language of the North Kingdom used by detectives, and meant [silver moon].

"I can use this as my middle name, but you have to explain."

Xia De tried to communicate again, and his heart was extremely nervous, and the woman's whispering voice really sounded:
[This is destiny, stranger, the silver moon is your destiny.When you gather all four elements, open the door of transcendence, and see this terrifying world, the meaning will naturally appear. 】

Frowning his brows, Xia De suppressed his inner panic, thought about it, and signed his name forcefully:

Shade Suellen Hamilton.

The corpse transporter did not ask Shade to provide a death certificate or a cause of death report, nor did he intend to notify the police for an autopsy.Like the death of a detective, like the departure of a dingo on the street.

After retrieving the "Power of Attorney for Body Transfer" from Shard, he gave him a receipt with the location of the tomb, and then silently removed the body of Mr. Hamilton in pajamas.

Shade sent them to the door downstairs, and he did not go out himself.Looking at the corpse being placed in the narrow coffin in the carriage, the coffin was covered with brown cloth, as if stained with blood.

The middle-aged man drove the carriage, carrying the coffin and the old man, and went deep into the thick fog in the distance of the street.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Sparrow Hamilton."

Thinking silently in his heart, closing the door, Shade stood for a while in the dim hallway lights, and then went upstairs again along the dim stairs that frightened him.The steps of the foreigner are a little heavy, but there is no one else around, and there is an inexplicable sense of ease in the nervousness:

"Easy than I thought, didn't ask Mr. Hamilton's cause of death, didn't even care if I was really Shad Hamilton, didn't even ask for a tip for moving the body, and Detective Hamilton had already arranged everything."

The corpse left here with many secrets, leaving countless mysteries for Shade, a vile stranger who has taken over other people's bodies.In fact, he still has a lot of questions that he wants to ask Mr. Hamilton, and there are countless questions waiting to be answered.

But people can't be resurrected from the dead, he must accept the fact that the other party dies, and work hard to gain a foothold in this world that seems unusually wrong.

The only good news is that the house on the second floor that used to belong to Mr. Sparrow Hamilton now belongs to Shard, and he has become a homeowner in this other world that resembles the Victorian era of the mid-nineteenth century.

The first floor was boarded up, the next room "No. 2" on the second floor was locked from the outside, and the stairs leading to the third floor were completely broken.Therefore, in this empty house, only Xia De was left at this moment.

He returned to the room numbered "1" on the second floor, and carefully inspected every corner of the study, living room, bathroom and bedroom with the lights off. After confirming that there was really no one in the shadows, he took a deep breath and sat down. Sitting on the sofa in the living room, she tilted her head in peace and looked at the morning mist outside the window.

Shade finally has time to sort out the current situation:

"I crossed over and inherited a detective agency. The original owner of the body may have a problem with his head, and was trained by the former detective to help him complete a seemingly simple task after his death. Detective Sparrow Hamilton has secrets, this world There are mysterious powers, the death of the detective and the voice in the head prove it, and what I need is to gather the four elements, the death of the detective has brought me into contact with 'Whisper'."

I rubbed my face, although I was worried, the current situation was at least not bad.Although Mr. Sparrow Hamilton died suddenly, at least, Shard had a foothold in a whole new world.

That's enough to keep him alive, exploring the world's secrets, and maybe finding his way home.

Shade is not a person who takes things with them, but he is not a person who complains about everything.It was unfortunate that he left his hometown inexplicably and came here. All he could do for the time being was to accept it and live here well, and try to live better.

"By the way, go see this extraordinary world, the mystery of the steam age, how can those secret rituals and spells be willing to be ordinary?"

Xia De sighed softly, the laughter of the woman in his mind sounded, as comfortable as the breeze blowing through the lavender field.

(End of this chapter)