Deep Sea Embers

The place where he is now should be a public facility used for temporarily parking corpses. The sound outside the coffin should come from the caretaker of this facility.

The guard seemed to have a lot of experience. He called the abnormal movements in the coffin the "restless person" phenomenon, and he talked to himself rationally and clearly, without appearing panicked in the process.

The body he is currently possessing seems to be that of a worker in a mine. The cause of death was a fall from a height, and his body had severe organic defects.

While talking to the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summarized the useful information. At the same time, he further confirmed that his current body was of no use.

After all, even if his body is extremely weak, it would be difficult for him to run around with a deflated head - of course, there is a phenomenon of "living dead" in this world, and the sailors on Tirian's ship seem to be There is no shortage of people with wonderful bones who are missing a corner of their heads and a piece of their hearts, but even if they are living dead, they are not a status that allows them to move around openly in the city-state. This does not meet their own requirements.

While Duncan was silently calculating in his mind, the old caretaker outside the coffin never relaxed his tense nerves.

The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointed at the coffin, and the herbal powder scattered on the ground in advance was now emitting a pale glimmer. His voice was always calm, but the fingers holding the shotgun were slightly white.

He was waiting for the restless person in the coffin to exhaust the last obsession and reason in his soul, waiting for the chattering deceased to gradually tire and accept the fact of his own death - according to his experience, it usually didn't take too long. With the powerful soothing effect of the medicinal powder, it often only takes half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.

Generally speaking, the deceased will gradually become confused during the conversation, and soon he will no longer even remember the words. Normally, the voice in the coffin will turn into vague mumbling, and finally turn into hoarse babble. Normally Let’s talk

But why does the man in the coffin seem to get more energetic the more he talks? !

"Sir," the old guard tightened the shotgun in his hand and his voice became slightly serious, "You have said enough, now calm down as soon as possible and go back to sleep honestly - otherwise when the sun rises, you will It’s time to feel bad.”

The emblem fell to the ground quietly, turning into flying white smoke the moment it hit the ground, and dispersed in the wind.

"What's the weather like today? It should be quite cold, right? I seem to hear the wind outside. It's not a good time on a frosty night.

After thinking for a moment, the old man turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know this is the morgue. I mean you know the location. I couldn't see the surroundings on the way I was sent here.

Listening to the old man's complaints along the way, the four men in black exchanged glances subconsciously, as if they were a little surprised.

When the old guard heard the other party mention the word "ordinary situation", his heart moved, and then thinking about the chattering voice in the coffin, he immediately gave up his doubts.

The man's eyes widened slightly in an instant, as if he was startled by the sound in the coffin. The woman was also obviously startled. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall man among them could not help but whisper: "Not really. yes…"

The four men in black exchanged glances. This man with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of him: "...Is this it..."

"Maybe," Duncan said casually from inside the coffin, "What do you do?"

The voices in the coffin fell silent for a moment.

"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to have good hearing, and he was a little curious when he heard this, "Can't you figure it out?"

"The peace of death will eventually protect you and me - by order of the city-state church, we are here to take away a deceased person who should have just been sent to this cemetery."

Three men and one woman, all wearing thick, dark coats and equally thick narrow-brimmed hats on their heads, stood silently in the night wind. Their clothes and their silent postures made people feel

I can't help but think of the crow standing next to the tombstone at midnight.

Accompanied by the sound of Kara's chains coming loose and the creaking sound of the door shaft turning, the towering cemetery gate opened.

The old guard raised his head and looked at the figures standing under the street lamp with cautious eyes.

"Normally, the deceased needs to be transported to a more dangerous place," another person among the uninvited guests said. It was this man. He was of medium height, with cold and stiff facial lines and thin lips. "Please cooperate. It’s a matter of life and death, no delay.”

The group soon walked through the paths in the cemetery and arrived at the morgue used to temporarily park the dead.

Duncan in the coffin thought for a while and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep at this time. How about you help me open the lid and give me a dose of soothing medicine to help me sleep?" Good medicine?”

The old caretaker felt beads of sweat coming out of his forehead little by little. He could have sworn that he had never seen such an evil situation in his entire career. A restless corpse passed by the "Gatekeeper of the Church of Death". "Under the premise of personally performing the requiem ceremony, and under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and herbs, there was no sign of sleeping at all, and instead, he became more and more intelligent like a living person!

This is an octagonal metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the god of death.

The old guard looked in the direction of the sound of slapping in shock, only to see a few figures in black coats standing under the street lamp outside the towering flower fence gate. The light of the gas lamp shone on these people, making them Their shadows were long, glowing behind them.

The old guard's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked back at the brand new coffin.

"You came just in time?" One of the tall and strong women in black was walking to catch up. She was slightly startled when she heard this, "Why do you say that?"

It seems that the restless person in this coffin is indeed something special, and the church has not yet reacted. Although I don’t know how the church priests make judgments, the professionals are here now anyway.

When the old man raised his head to look at these uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the old tombkeeper with a gloomy temperament. Soon, one of the shorter men stepped forward, raised the octagonal emblem in his hand, and said He spoke with a solemn face: On the chaotically arranged platform, rows of simple coffins stood silently in the night wind. The lantern that the old guard had hung on the wooden stake was still burning fiercely, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint scent. Pale glow.

"Come with me," the old man muttered, turning around and making way for the cemetery. "You're just in time."

"What time is it now? Have you eaten? Are there any other colleagues around you?

One of the figures raised his hand and showed something in the light of the street lamp.

The old man didn't like outsiders disturbing his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest holding the emblem of the God of Death, he didn't need to stop him.

"Priest of the God of Death?" The old guard was subconsciously suspicious. He frowned slightly and looked at the octagonal emblem in his hand. "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago. She never mentioned that there would be other priests here to pick up the deceased. And...it's midnight, not a good time to bring in the dead."

This reminded him of the recent disturbing rumors in the city-state, and of these stories related to the "return of the dead."

"No, we are here to solve this matter," the man in black said immediately. Then he looked at his three companions, seemed to think about it quickly, and then nodded to the old guard, "Next, you need to avoid it temporarily. one time."

He hoped that the trouble tonight would end as soon as possible.

Why are the visitors coming this late at night?

Seeing that these sealing measures were still functioning normally, the old guard was obviously slightly relieved. Then he took two steps forward and pointed at the latest coffin: "This, what you are looking for, was just delivered tonight."

"You are overthinking this..."

The other three nodded slightly and continued to follow the old guard in silence. The short man who showed the church emblem before

Then he threw the emblem in his hand on the ground.

But soon, the man with thin lips shook his head, indicating that the matter should be calm and calm.

Is there really a loophole in the boundary between life and death set by Bartok, the God of Death?

"Is there any news in the city recently? I don't remember much about what happened before... By the way, do you know a man named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or historian. He lives on Hearth Street. I A friend knows him very well..."

The old caretaker said in a deep voice, but at this moment, a harsh sound of slapping the fence door suddenly came from the entrance to the cemetery, interrupting what he wanted to say next.

"This corpse hasn't stopped being restless yet. He's chattering non-stop. The more he talks, the more energetic he becomes. I even suspect that he will cross the first boundary and become an immortal - this will be a big trouble, far away The residents here will not like this news," the old guard shook his head. "No one likes the undead, especially the frost people. This will remind people of the cursed battleship, which was full of undead. people…"

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