Whispering Verse

Walking along the cemetery path in the rain, Shade realized that this was the first time he had visited Mr. Sparrow since his death.

I was busy running around making a living some time ago, and I only accidentally thought of this gentleman every time I looked at the master bedroom at home. Now walking on the stone pavement of the cemetery, recalling the last and first conversation between the two, Shade felt like it happened many years ago.

Sparrow Spy Hamilton's grave is inconspicuous, lying on the grass in the rain with countless ordinary people around him.

Shade found the location of the tomb based on the receipt, and stood in front of the tombstone embedded in the ground with an umbrella.

There are only names, date and cause of death on the tombstones, without any biographical records.

The humid air suppressed the summer heat. He held an umbrella in one hand and put the other hand in his coat pocket. Raindrops hit Shade's umbrella. He looked down at the ordinary grave. Thinking about the late detective's possible identity as a foreign spy, he actually felt absurd.

There was no one around, and the sound of rain was enough to suppress his voice. He could express what was in his heart:

"The story of his life is definitely very exciting. He was born, educated, joined the Gray Gloves for training for unknown reasons, was arranged to lurk in Tobesk, and spent three years as a detective solving large and small commissions... ..He met countless people in his hometown and in Tobesk, countless things happened, and he also knew countless secrets. Maybe there are people in the distance waiting for him to return home. And for a guy with such a wonderful life, the final ending is just As a foreigner like me, I have witnessed that the final destination is actually just a small grave in a corner of the cemetery."

[Are you sighing? 】

Even the sound of rain couldn't suppress her murmuring.

"sigh?"

Shade looked down at the tombstone and shook his head slightly:

"No, I know that everyone's life story is very exciting in the eyes of others. But standing here now, I feel that Mr. Sparrow's final ending is like this, just like a magnificent story that ends with the protagonist suddenly deciding to stop. Put your foot down."

【Do you feel sorry for him? 】

He looked down at the tombstone:

"Yes, such a wonderful life ended in an accident. Even except me, no one can know what he went through."

Holding an umbrella, he bent down and brushed his hand over the surface of the tombstone:

"Mr. Sparrow, did you also feel regret when you were lying in bed to receive your last message from me before you died? Just like the two ghosts just now?"

But Sparrow couldn't answer this question, and he really left.

Even Shade couldn't tell what kind of person he was, or even whether he was a good guy or a bad guy.

Kasenlik's senior spy lies here. He did not realize his ideals in a foreign land, and he will never be able to return to his hometown. No one even knows his story.

[Outlander, it sounds like you are also worried about yourself? 】

When Shade straightened up, the woman asked softly.

"It's not that I'm worried, it's just...if I die unexpectedly one day, I might be buried not far from here."

He looked up at the cemetery in the rain. It was very quiet here, with countless people sleeping and countless stories buried:

"I just experienced Mr. Watson's funeral and saw Detective Sparrow's grave here. I just sighed a little. My story in a foreign land is exciting enough, but maybe when death comes, I will also I will feel that my life is very ridiculous, and I will also feel a little regretful."

He raised his left hand and looked at his clenched hand.

【You are confused. 】

"It's not that I'm confused, I'm just feeling a little emotional before tomorrow night's battle."

Shade took a deep breath and let the humid but fresh air of the cemetery flow into his lungs:

"The first-, second- and third-level warlocks go to the ninth-level warlock for revenge. Even if they are well prepared and the opponent is injured, they will still feel uneasy. Moreover, once we succeed, Miss Bayas will truly become the chosen one, which means The magnificent epic of the Sixth Age will involve more and more people. I have decided to join it, but for the future..."

He took away the umbrella above his head, let the raindrops hit him, and then immediately straightened the umbrella:

"This visit to see Mr. Sparrow is just in case I don't come back tomorrow night. He gave me the foundation of my current life, and I can't forget him casually. Speaking of which, I am quite grateful to Mr. Sparrow. of."

The woman's voice in his heart did not continue to ring. Shade looked down at the small grave for the last time and planned to leave:

"No matter what, you have to move forward to keep your story going. Their story is over, but my story is still very long, and it must be very long."

I took a long breath and felt that my whole body felt much more relaxed:

"The story of me, a foreigner in a foreign land, can only be witnessed by myself."

【And I. 】

"But aren't you me?"

Shade asked unexpectedly, and she smiled:

[Yes, you are me, I am you. Foreigners, you come to compose your stories and epics, and I will write them for you...】

The last voice was very low, and Shade didn't care. He turned around and left with an umbrella, thinking about getting a bouquet of flowers when he came next time.

After experiencing the story of the two ghosts and the funeral, and talking to Detective Sparrow at her grave, Shade felt that at least he was not so confused. Get rid of those random thoughts, and you can better deal with Thursday night.

It's raining outside the city, and it's naturally raining in the city too. Although there was some meat and vegetables at home, Shade was not in the mood to go home and cook, so after taking a taxi home, he went out to eat with Mia.

As night fell, the sudden heavy rain became more violent. Because he knew that Miss Anat and Miss Bayas were coming, Shade did not arrange anything else in the evening. Instead, he stood at the window of the living room holding the cat, watching the rain together.

At about seven o'clock, the carriage Miss Anat was riding in stopped downstairs, and she was still complaining to Shade about the rain when she entered.

The keen fortune teller noticed that Shade was a little different from the last time they met. When he went up the stairs, his purple eyes looked up and down at the young detective walking in front:

"To be specific, I feel that you are more... determined. It's not that you were not determined before, but you are more determined now. Shade, this is a good thing, you seem to have figured out something."

"Yes, but I am very curious, Miss Anat, why were you so determined from the beginning when faced with such a big event as the thirteen chosen ones?"

Shade turned around and joked. The orange cat walking at the top of the stairs to "lead the way" for the two of them turned around unhappily and "meowed" to remind them to follow.

Luvia Anat did not answer the question, but asked Shade for hot tea. She complained about the inconvenience of going out in this weather, and prayed quietly, hoping that the weather would be better tomorrow.