Deep Sea Embers

The place where I am now should be a public facility for temporarily storing corpses, and 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 movement from the coffin the "restless person" phenomenon, and he talked to himself rationally and clearly, and did not show panic during the process.

The body he is currently possessing seems to be a worker in a mine. The cause of death is a fall from a height, and the body has serious organic defects.

While talking with the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summed up the useful information, and at the same time further confirmed his current thoughts that his body was useless.

After all, even without considering the extremely weak condition of this body, it would be difficult for him to go out and run around with a deflated head—of course, there are such phenomena as "living dead" in this world, and the sailors on Tirian's ship seem to be There is no shortage of rare bones and bones with a corner of the head missing and a piece of the heart missing, but even if they are the living dead, that is not a status that can move around in the city-state openly, which does not meet my requirements.

While Duncan was silently calculating in his heart, the tense nerves of the old watchman outside the coffin never relaxed.

The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointing at the coffin, and the herbal powder sprinkled on the ground in advance gave off a pale gleam. His voice was always calm, but his fingers holding the shotgun turned slightly white.

He was waiting for the restless person in the coffin to exhaust the last persistence and reason in his soul, waiting for the chattering dead to gradually get tired and accept the fact of his own death—according to his experience, it usually didn’t take too long. Under the powerful soothing effect of the medicine powder, it usually only takes half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.

Normally speaking, the deceased will slowly become confused during the conversation, and will soon no longer even remember the words. Normally speaking, the voice in the coffin will turn into vague murmurs, and finally hoarse ravings. Normally speaking...

But why does the guy in the coffin seem to be getting more energetic as he chats? !

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

"How's the weather today? It should be quite cold, right? I seem to hear the wind outside, and the frosty night is not easy...

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

"What's the news in town lately? I don't remember much before... By the way, do you know a man named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or historian. He lives in Ingleside Street, A friend of mine knew him very well..."

The old caretaker felt fine beads of sweat emerge from his forehead little by little. He dared to swear to Bartok that he had never seen such a wicked situation in most of his career. A restless corpse, passing by Under the premise that the "gatekeeper" of the Church of Death personally performed the requiem ceremony, and under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and herbs, there was no sign of sleeping at all, but he woke up more and more like a living person!

This made him think of the disturbing rumors in the city-state recently, and the stories related to the "return of the dead".

Is there really a loophole in the boundary set by the god of death Bartok for life and death?

"Sir," the old caretaker tightened his grip on the shotgun, and his voice became slightly serious, "you've said enough, if I were you, you should calm down as soon as possible now, and go back to sleep honestly—or wait until the sun Get up, you should feel bad."

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 right now...how about you help me open this lid, and give me another dose of tranquilizers?" A good medicine for sleep?"

"You're overthinking this..."

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

In this late night, why come visitors?

The old guard looked in the direction of the slapping sound in astonishment, only to see a few figures in black coats standing under the street lamp outside the tall carved fence gate. Their shadows stretched very long, and a glow appeared behind them.

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

It was a triangular metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the god of death.

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

The voices in the coffin fell silent temporarily.

After a little hesitation, the old man turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

With the sound of Kerala's chain being loosened and the creaking sound of the door shaft turning, the towering gate of the cemetery opened.

The old guard raised his head and watched the figures standing under the streetlight with cautious eyes.

Three men and one woman, all wearing thick, dark coats and the same thick wide-brimmed hats on their heads, they stood silently in the night wind, the clothes and the silent posture reminded people of midnight A crow standing next to a tombstone.

When the old man looked up at the uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the gloomy old tomb guard. Soon, one of the shorter men stepped forward, raised the triangular emblem in his hand, and looked solemn. ground opening:

"The peace of death will protect you and me in the end—on the orders of the city-state church, we have come to take away a dead person who should have just been sent to this cemetery."

"Priest of Death?" The old guard subconsciously became suspicious, frowning slightly as he looked at the triangular emblem in his hand, "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago, and she never mentioned that other priests would come here to fetch the dead, and ...it is midnight, not a good time to fetch the dead."

"Unfortunately, the deceased needs to be transported to a safer place," said another person among the uninvited guests. It was the woman. She was of medium height, with indifferent and blunt lines on her face, and thin lips. "Please cooperate. It's about life and death, don't delay."

When the old guard heard the word "special circumstances" mentioned by the other party, his heart moved, and when he thought of the chattering voice in the coffin, he immediately dispelled his doubts.

It seems that the restless person in the coffin is indeed special, and the church has already reacted. Although I don't know how the priests of the church made the judgment, anyway, the professionals have arrived now.

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

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

"Come with me," the old man muttered, and turned to let the road leading to the cemetery open, "You came just in time."

"Just in time?" One of the tall and strong men in black was stepping up to keep up. He was slightly startled when he heard this, "Why do you say that?"

"That corpse has already started to agitate, ha, babbling, talking non-stop, the more he talks, the more energetic he is, I even doubt that he will cross the first boundary and become an undead person - that will be a big trouble, nearby The residents of the town will not like this news," the old guard shook his head, "Everyone doesn't like undead, especially the Frost people, it will remind people of that cursed warship, which is full of undead ..."

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

But soon, the woman with thin lips shook her head, signaling that this matter should be calm.

The other three nodded slightly, and continued to follow the old guard's footsteps in silence. The short man who had displayed the church emblem before threw the emblem in his hand on the ground.

The emblem landed silently, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into flying black smoke and scattered with the wind.

A group of people quickly walked through the path in the cemetery and came to the morgue for temporary parking of the dead.

On the neatly arranged platforms, rows of plain coffins were silent in the night wind. The lanterns hung on the stakes by the old guard were still burning peacefully, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint pale glow.

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

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

"Maybe," Duncan said casually in the coffin, "what do you do?"

The woman opened her eyes slightly for a moment, as if she was startled by the voice in the coffin, and the other three men were also obviously startled. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall one couldn't help but whisper: "No That's right..."

"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to be hearing very well, and he was a little curious when he heard the words, "Can't you figure it out?"

"No, we are here to settle this matter," the woman in black said immediately, then she looked at her three companions, seemed to think about it quickly, and then nodded to the old guard, "Next... you need Avoid it for a while."