Whispering Verse

While there was no one in the alley, Shade used thaumaturgy to open the lock. After entering the house, he first put on his shoe covers and gloves, and then held on to his hat.

Then I saw that the furniture and daily necessities were all there. I guess the landlord and the residents on the second floor would move back after the incident was over.

"I knew that if I wanted to be a thief, ordinary people would not be able to stop me."

Shade thought to himself as he went up the stairs.

There were no problems on the first and second floors. Shade didn't open anyone else's door, he just walked around the corridor.

[Echoes of Blood] did not see any strange traces, but [Echoes of the Past] allowed Shade to hear some interesting conversations.

Within 48 hours, the residents on the second floor returned. The voices were that of a man and a woman, and the discussion was about the young people on the third floor.

They were just chatting while going down the stairs, and the general idea was that since the young students upstairs moved here, there would always be strange noises coming from upstairs late at night, so they thought that maybe Sal Haq's death was a cause of death. It's because the "evil spirit" has already existed.

Entering the third floor, Shade opened the locked door, but except for the large pieces of furniture, all traces of life in the room had disappeared.

Unlike the windows on the first floor, which are sealed, the windows on the third floor are simply closed, so sunlight can still shine in through the hazy fog.

Shade's boots made a squeaking sound when he stepped on the damp floor. He walked in and looked around. At the reminder of the woman's voice in his head, he turned around and saw the soul standing at the door of the bedroom, avoiding the sunlight.

Not evil spirits, just spirits. The soul is almost completely transparent. If it dared to stand in the light, Shade would probably be almost unable to see its form. Judging from the facial features of the soul, this should be Sal Haq who lives here.

Shade saw him, and he saw Shade. At first he thought it was just a coincidence, but when he saw Shade staring at him, Soul looked behind him in surprise and confirmed that there was a closed door behind him:

"Can you see me?"

"Yes, I can see you."

Shade said, with a hint of regret in his tone. The soul in front of him was very normal, a standard soul stuck in the death zone, and had not been infected by any elements. Therefore, the rumors that this place is "haunted" are true, but they certainly have nothing to do with the relics.

Thinking of this, I suddenly had the idea of ​​turning around and leaving. But Shade didn't move because he was also interested in the story of the soul.

It was only 9:50 in the morning, so he had time to find out what happened here.

"It turns out that the so-called mystical power really exists in this world."

Probably because the time of death was not long ago, the wisdom displayed by the soul is close to that of a normal person.

"Are you Huck?"

Shade confirmed, and the soul nodded, looking very happy to have someone to talk to him:

"Yes, Sal Haq, I died here, and then I was trapped here. Are you..."

"MI6."

Xia De took out his ID and shook it, his soul suddenly understood:

"Oh, I know, it's just a plot in a palace novel. In the mysterious MI6, there is indeed a wizard who solves witchcraft methods for the king!"

This statement is of course wrong. There may be ring warlocks employed in MI6, but most of them are those who can't make it elsewhere or who are in urgent need of money. It's not what he thought.

But Shade did not correct him, but nodded:

"Your downstairs neighbor reported that the place was haunted, so I was sent to check on the house."

"Haunted? When I lived here, it never happened... Oh, it turned out to be me."

He suddenly realized, and he didn't know whether it was the wear and tear of his soul that had reduced his intelligence, or whether he had not fully accepted his own death:

"Sorry, I swear I didn't do anything! I just walked around at night occasionally. I thought I couldn't interfere in the world of living people."

Sal Haq's soul is weaker than the two souls in the cemetery. The latter can at least work together to control an ordinary person because of half a century of resentment and confusion. The former is really just an ordinary soul.

"How did you die?"

Shade inquired curiously.

"I was sick. I originally thought it was just an ordinary gastrointestinal problem, but I suddenly felt severe pain in the middle of the night. That night, the landlord and his family went to visit relatives in the countryside, and the neighbors on the second floor seemed to go to a banquet for civil servants in the city hall. I couldn't ask for help, and then Just die."

Speaking of his own death, the young man's soul still had some regrets, but no dissatisfaction.

"According to my preliminary investigation, your neighbor said that there were strange noises upstairs before. That was before your death. Are you sure there is really no problem where you live?"

"You sit on the sofa and try it."

The soul said, Shade hesitated and sat over, nothing happened.

"Try turning around."

Soul said again, so Shade moved again, but nothing happened.

"Increase waist strength."

Shade did so again, and this time the floor made a very noticeable noise. Apparently the floorboards under the couch were loose, making noises when the couch shook.

"So, the noise that the neighbors downstairs heard was created like this... But what strenuous exercise do you do on the couch every night? Is it exercise?"

"exercise......"

The soul still stands in the shadow of the bedroom door:

"Not really. In fact, I also know that I shouldn't stay. The reason why I can stay is that there may be something wrong with a necklace I bought before, and there are things to deal with. Sir, there is a floor under the coffee table that can be pried open , please take out the items inside."

Shade really didn't feel any trace of elements in the house, but after prying open the floor, he barely noticed that there were alchemy items underneath.

After taking out all the contents, there were three magazines, a bone necklace, and an old black wallet.

Shade suspected that the bone necklace was human bones. Based on his limited knowledge, this thing was a standard necromantic alchemy item, but it was seriously damaged. It was probably accidentally strayed into the store and he bought it back. Even if it was left alone Regardless, it will be completely ineffective after a few months. It was this item that caused the soul to stay here.

As for those three books, judging from the covers, they appear to be women's fashion magazines from last fall. This is something that ladies like, so it's strange to see it here.

Shade opened it and took a glance at it, then immediately closed the book, his face a little red.

There is not a single word in it. They are all large black and white photos of people and oil paintings. They are used to show the beauty of the human body and illustrate that humans can be photographed and painted without clothes.

In other words, the cover is just used to cover up the real content inside, which is a picture album with color.

"You watch this every night?"

Shade looked at the soul and shook the book in his hand.

"Not every night, just occasionally... I stay because I want to destroy these things, so I walk around at night. No, it's okay to take them away, as long as I don't let others find me I’ve seen it before.”

Soul said, his face expressionless.

"No problem, I'll take it away for you and burn it."

Shade couldn't leave any trace of his having been in the house, so he couldn't burn it here.

"Also, please burn the photos in your wallet."

Soul said again, Shade opened the old black wallet and looked at it. The so-called photos are two very old family photos. The background is in front of a windmill in the countryside. The little boy in the photo should be Sal Haq in front of me, but calculating the time, the photo should have been taken decades ago.

"This is a photo of me and my family, but they unfortunately passed away during the plague five years ago. Sir, take those three books away and burn the photos. The money in the wallet will be yours. That was originally saved The money I came down to pay for next year’s tuition is no longer available to me.”

"Don't you have any friends? Who disposed of the body?"

Shade asked in surprise, Sal Haq, whose soul became more and more transparent, shook his head:

"If I had friends, why would I read those magazines at home at night? The school helped dispose of my body, but since it is dead, don't bother the people you know at school because of money. The landlord has my three-month The deposit is given to him as a gift. As for the money, it is about 20 pounds. Sir, this is considered a gift to you. Thank you for helping me handle these things."

It's not that the tuition fee for a year is 20 pounds, but that this is all he has saved so far.

The voice of the soul weakened little by little, and only Shade heard the last words, he was leaving:

"Sir, I have no family, no friends, and no one to hang out with at night. I am alone and want to change my life through reading. As a foreigner, I am very happy to have someone to help me deal with my funeral...Thank you. "

He disappeared, and Shade looked at the 20 pounds in his hand. Instead of being happy, he was surprised and confused:

"So, why do I come here? Doesn't this tell me that foreigners who have no one to rely on will eventually die alone, without even anyone to inherit the inheritance?"

The sunlight shone into the room from the window and shone on Shade's face, which showed an expression of astonishment. Nothing could ruin his mood for the whole day like this.

[Outlander, don’t you have someone who can inherit the inheritance? 】

asked the whisper in his ear.

"You mean little Mia?"

Shade looked at the wallet in his hand under the sun, which seemed to be mocking him.

[I mean your friends. How did you come up with that cat? 】

She asked softly in his ear, and Shade was speechless:

"Although I can make money, I shouldn't do this commission."

Although a soul appeared in this matter, it would be fine even if it were left alone. Now the matter is resolved perfectly, but the blow to Shade's soul is really too great.

After leaving the house and locking the door, Shade used a spell to light a fire downstairs and burned the two photos as agreed.

As for the three books in his hand, they were too big to be lit on fire in the alley. He planned to take them back and burn them. When I walked out of the alley, I remembered that I could turn them into small toys, but now that I was on the street...

Shade sighed, holding three books under his arm, facing the morning sunshine, lowered his head and merged with the crowd into the misty street.