Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

Clouds covered the sunny day, and I always felt that there would be raindrops falling in the next second, and even the air became humid, soaking some restless hearts.

In the eyes of the old housekeeper, the chapel of the earl's mansion is more gloomy than the sky.The chapel is small, and the marble statue of the first Earl of La Fontaine occupies the faint light under the dome. The goddess of victory and the goddess of history extol the past achievements of the ancestors on the murals.

The old butler came in with a kerosene lamp and lit the candlesticks on the wall one by one. Demon, Karina and other relatives present sat down in silence.Under the flickering candlelight, people's faces appeared ambiguous.Lawyer Canton, dressed in a neat suit, walked in front of the crowd, not caring about the sound of footsteps still echoing in the air, and spread out the will with a blank expression, and began to read it out.The will is very short, apart from some procedural words, the real content is not even half a page.

According to the will of the old count, the butler owned the annex of the mansion where he now lives; all the letters in the family were donated to the research office of the San Lorenzo Church, "all the rest of the property belonged to Demont La Fontaine, but before his marriage It will be kept by Karina La Fontaine. The title of Earl of Rensa will be inherited by the only son Demont La Fontaine." Canton's emotionless reading ended like this, and there was a strange silence in the chapel. People who come here are like watching a joke.

"Mr. Lawyer, is this the whole content of the earl's will?" A young lady asked cautiously. The old earl who died was her husband's brother.The relationship between the two brothers was harmonious. After her husband fell ill, the old earl would remit several hundred marks to their family every year. In the will, except for the son and wife, no relatives were mentioned, as if they were strangers.

"Yes ma'am, this will was signed by the old earl three years ago, it has been legally notarized, and it will come into effect after it is read out." Canton answered her question in a businesslike tone.

"Everyone, the will has been read out. I hope everyone can respect my husband's wishes." After Karina finished speaking, she left the chapel. The black veil made her face extraordinarily pale.

For a moment, everyone's eyes shifted to Demon, and the young earl secretly raised his forehead in his heart.The uncles just exchanged a few words of consolation, and left the chapel to find Karina.La Fontaine's relatives surrounded Demon, some expressing their dissatisfaction with the family of Dantes (Karina's mother's surname) openly and secretly, some expressing the family's financial difficulties, and some even introducing their unmarried daughters .The voices in Demon's ear almost never stopped from the chapel to the restaurant.After finally getting to the funeral, he faced more people, some he knew and some he didn't know, which made him feel like a monkey in a zoo.In the face of his father's death, almost all he can do is to show sadness on his face, and his true feelings are squeezed into corners and huddled together.

Song Qiuyuan handed the invitation letter to the servant at the door, and when he walked into the living room of the Earl's Mansion, he did not expect that there would be so many people.Although he was one of the beneficiaries in this will, obviously not many people would care about a pile of letters, just like how many people would care about the grief of the passing away on this occasion.Looking at the people around De Meng, Song Qiuyuan still decided not to disturb him.

After a brief farewell ceremony, the old earl was buried in the cemetery of the parish church. People offered flowers and mourned in silence. Whether it was true feelings or false feelings, they were all blown away in the colder autumn wind.Like a plate of loose sand, the crowd gradually dispersed as the sky darkened.

"Mr. La Fontaine, if you don't mind, listen to this record. Your father liked the third song when he attended the salon." Song Qiuyuan walked slowly towards Demon, who was still standing in front of the tombstone, "About your father I will keep the donated letters carefully, and you can read them anytime if necessary."

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Demon forced a stiff smile.

"Life has just begun. This world is very complicated, but it is also very simple. Try to learn to be independent, young man, I wish you good luck." In front of a young man who just lost his father and faced a complicated relationship, Song Qiuyuan There was nothing he could do, it was the way he had to go.

Demon looked at the record he had just received, and the rain wetted the wrapped kraft paper drop by drop. "I'm glad I can have a simple and beautiful life." The familiar handwriting was engraved on the tombstone. After accumulating emotions for half a day, I finally reconciled with With the rain got a catharsis.

Rainy days can always protect vampires to the greatest extent during the day. Song Nian walked on the street holding an umbrella. Under the water curtain was the city of Lunza before sunset.But he has to finish many things before the rain stops.Relying on his memory, he turned a few corners on the old street, and Song Nian rang the doorbell of No. 14 Degu Street.Cosimo opened the door in a hurry in his pajamas, sleepy-eyed, thinking he had misread the person, "Song Nian?!" He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's just past noon, it's broad daylight, why are you here? !"

"It's raining today, you can hold an umbrella." Song Nian explained calmly while putting away the umbrella.

"Hell, bad luck during the day. Gotta find a way to get someone else to play dice with Esposito tonight."

"I never heard of you losing."

"I lost when I saw you during the day. Just wait, I'll bring you the things upstairs." Even the words were gone.

Sitting on the sofa, "News" read a headline on the front page, and Cosimo came down with an envelope.

"According to the papyrus you gave me before, I copied a copy, which is enough to deceive half of the antique dealers in Lunsa City. Back to the old business, I have been looking for tools for a long time. Remember, what is in this envelope is Duplicate, if you mix it up, the dripping ink on the duplicate will scatter. But if you do this, you will have to make a new copy, and I don’t want to do it again. You should hurry up and get things done while the rain is still on.” He yawned, waved his hand, turned and went upstairs.

"Master Demond, a gentleman said to send you a letter." Johnson, the housekeeper, handed over a clean towel.

"who is it?"

"I don't know, I just said that I sent a letter to the Earl of Rensa."

"What about people?"

"It's raining outside, let him wait in the hall."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, I'll go and have a look."

When Song Nian met Xiao La Fontaine, the latter was soaked in the rain in the cemetery and had just returned home to change his clothes, his hair was still wet.

"Hello, I heard that you have a letter for me?" Xiao La Fontaine stood at the door and had no intention of asking him to sit down in the living room and chat slowly.

"Yes, there is only one sentence 'remind the Earl of Renza to fulfill the agreement', and this envelope. I brought the words and delivered the letter. Goodbye Mr. La Fontaine." Song Nian didn't talk too much, and some things came to an end. The rest is up to you.

"who are you?"

"Maybe you will know in the future." Song Nian turned and left, heading for his next destination.

Song Qiuyuan, who came back from the funeral, was not in high spirits, and he and his assistant Itti sorted out the texts donated by the old earl.The La Fontaine family obtained the title of earl because of their military exploits, but Song Qiuyuan's keen intuition told him that these documents would add a lot of details and strong evidence to his research after just browsing some of the contents.

The San Lorenzo church is not big, and the most famous is her chapel. From the architecture to the sculptures, almost all of them are designed by Michelangelo himself.Song Nian put away his umbrella and walked into the chapel. The foyer was full of exquisite sculptures, as if he had entered a museum.The goddess who symbolizes the night has a graceful figure, and the proper polishing makes her seem to be covered with a layer of moonlight under the faint light; every muscle of the male god who symbolizes the day is full of strength, and it seems that the subcutaneous blood vessels can be seen faintly beating.Artists can always get close to people's hearts through a certain way, and believe in the existence of gods at a certain moment.Without expressing much emotion, Song Nian walked through an arched door and went up to the second floor.

"knocking"

"Please come in." Song Qiuyuan wore glasses and held a diary that was nearly a hundred years old without raising his head.

"Mr. Song, hello." Song Nian didn't know whether to break the quiet atmosphere.

"Oh, Xiao Song Nian, why are you here?" The elder who was almost overwhelmed by books seemed a little surprised.

"That's right, Demon found a letter with a piece of papyrus inside, which seems to have fallen out of some manuscript. Let me drop by you." Song Nian handed the letter to Song Qiuyuan.

"Trouble you, these documents donated by the old earl can tell the story of the city of Lensa very well after sorting out. It is a researcher's honor to keep them. Thank you again for me."

"No problem." Song Nian paused, "Mr. Song, I have a personal question about you."

"Please ask."

"Did the old earl know you very well before his death?"

"I have met a few times in some social occasions before, and I am not very familiar with it, but he knows that I am very interested after studying the history of Lensa City."

"Mr. Song, you also know that there is more than one historian in Lensa City, and there are also businessmen who are interested in acquiring these manuscripts, and the old earl chose to donate them. I'm curious why he chose you in the end."

"As a believer, the old earl handed over family documents to the church for safekeeping. It's not new. As the director of the church and a scholar at the same time, I may be the only one. Maybe this is the reason."

"The San Lorenzo Church is not in his parish. Why donate it to the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore out of a pilgrimage mentality? The priests there will also be happy to accept this donation." Song Nian propped his hands on the edge of the table , bent down and looked up at the elder's glasses, with a sense of oppression, "Is it possible that the old earl has something to say, but only you are the most likely to understand it?"

Song Qiuyuan was thoughtful, and looked down at the pitch-black envelope. On the other side was a red wax seal that had been opened, and a bat bared its fangs.After unfolding, Fanzhuo's signature on the letterhead made Song Qiuyuan frown.Song Nian knew that the invisible machine had already begun to turn.

"Mr. Song, I have sent the letter. If there is any need, I will be there at any time." Fanzhuo can send more investigators than him, and Song Nian can only say so much for the time being.

The person after the "Song Nian" book called him, but after a long time, he said "Thank you..."

"Delivery is just on the way." Song Nian was a little confused.

"No," the elder shook his head, "thank you for giving me a chance to untangle my heart."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not me who can understand this letter, but my wife who has been dead for many years."

Song Nian was at a loss. What did Song Zhiyu's mother not mentioned in the novel have anything to do with this matter?Is this because I broke away from the original plot and triggered the hidden content?

Song Qiuyuan was about to say something when there was a loud noise outside the door and a woman's scream, and the two hurried out of the office.

"Mr. Song, where is your assistant?"

"In the library on the other side of the corridor, she should be sorting out the books before checking."

"Is anyone there? Mr. Song, are you there? Someone come save me!" Yi Di's voice came from the library.

Hearing the sound, Song Nian rushed to try to push open the door of the library, but it was not locked, but he couldn't push it open, and was blocked by books that had fallen on the floor.From the palm-width gap, one could see that the tall bookcase was pressing on Miss Ittie's poor leg. The terrible thing was that blood began to gush out from the injured place continuously, and the smell of blood was like a hallucinogen. year's nostrils.Song Nian tried his best to carefully remove the scattered books, while trying hard to restrain the nerves that were constantly teased by the blood.Song Qiuyuan came later, but the door was too small for two people to clean up at the same time, so he asked about the injury, "Itdie, calm down! Don't worry, I have already notified the priest to find an ambulance. Paul Hospital is very close here. Now Answer my question, did the blood come out slowly, or in a gush?"

"It came out."

"That doesn't appear to have hurt the artery. Any other damage besides the leg?"

"No."

"Okay, Don't panic, Yi Di, the door is blocked by a few books, we can come in soon."

"Okay, one last... one." Song Nian gritted his teeth and pushed open the door of the library. The smell of blood hit his sensitive nerves, making him a little irritable, and beads of sweat emerged from his forehead.Song Nian, who was about to lose control in the next second, quickly helped up the fallen bookcase. Song Qiuyuan carefully dragged Itti out of the pile of books, his left calf was bent, "It seems that there is a serious fracture", Song Qiuyuan looked Taking a look at Yi Di's injury, he looked up and found that Song Nian's eyes were scarlet at the moment.

"You..." Song Qiuyuan looked at Song Nian, who was holding his breath, in disbelief.

Song Nian turned his head away, "I'll go downstairs and wait for the ambulance", with a hint of escape.

In 5 minutes, Song Nian leaned against the wall at the corner of the stairs on the first floor with his eyes closed, and his breathing gradually calmed down. The redness in his eyes gradually faded, and the ambulance also arrived at the door at this time.After Song Qiuyuan sent the injured Itti to the car, he asked the priest to accompany him to the hospital, and when he returned, Song Nian was nowhere to be seen.

Song Nian held his umbrella and lowered it very low, feeling a little ridiculous about himself.No matter which world he is in, he always seems to be able to get events out of their original course.