Whispering Verse

Miss Black's neighbor, the old man she met last time walking his dog, was at home today, and he still recognized Shad. When Shade explained his purpose of coming and wanted to know more about Miss Helen Black, the old gentleman holding the rope shook his head:

"Although we are neighbors, I rarely see my neighbor. I only occasionally help her take care of the house. If you want to know more, you can go to Old Paso. They seem to be in touch. Yes, Old Paso. Luo also passed away a few days ago.”

The old man was a little sad:

"Another old neighbor on this street is missing."

"Have you lived here for a long time? Do you know anything about Miss Helen Black's sister, Miss Grace White?"

Shade asked again.

"Yes, but I don't know much about her either. I moved here thirteen years ago and have only met Miss White three or four times."

So the clues were interrupted here. Shade tried to ask other neighbors on the street, but either they were not at home or they knew very little. . . The person who knows the most information on this street seems to be the dead Mr. Simil Pasolo.

"However, I still have the address of my client, Miss White, and I even sent a letter to that address."

As the carriage headed to the cemetery outside the city, Shade thought of this matter again. It happened to be on the way, so Tifa asked the coachman to stop in front of Miss Grace White's house.

After knocking on the door, no one answered, so Shade knocked on the door of the apartment next door, hoping to get information from his neighbor. Unexpectedly, he actually got another letter.

"Miss White also went to Fort Midhill?"

Shade looked at the letter handed over by his neighbor in surprise.

"Is this the letter she left for Detective Sparrow?"

Tifa asked.

"No, yes, it's for me. Miss White said that she had received the last letter, and the commission fee will be remitted to No. 6, Saint Teresa Square next month. She seemed to have guessed that someone would come to the door. If not Now that I know that Miss White is dead, I might actually believe this letter."

He frowned and folded the letter and stuffed it into his pocket. The carriage started again and drove towards the public cemetery outside the city:

"But in this case, the client proactively announced the end of the commission. This matter seems to have nothing to do with me?"

"Then you want to continue the investigation?"

Tifa asked curiously, she was also a little curious about this matter.

"Of course I have to continue investigating. I'm not someone who gives up halfway."

Shade sighed.

After all, the investigation into his lover, Mrs. Lasoya, and the search for an ophthalmologist all resulted in new developments because Shade did things beyond the commissioned duties, which directly or indirectly led to Shade's huge gains.

Now that this matter has become more complicated and confusing, and is related to the ended fourth time key and Fort Midhill, Shade is of course willing to continue investigating until he meets Helen Black and Gray White.

Thinking of this, he suddenly frowned, looked across the building facing the street from the car window, and looked in the direction of home under the gray sky:

"If we investigate the matter of finding little Mia more deeply, will there be any other gains?"

But no matter what, the most important thing now is to first find the stone figurine with the fragments of "The Whispering Poems" written on it.

For ordinary people, the best time to rob tombs is definitely at night, but for ring warlocks, they don't have so many concerns.

The carriage sent the group to the city's public cemetery, where two other sorceresses, whom Shade could not name, went to investigate the burial place of Mr. Simil Pasolo.

The results were obtained within half an hour, so the maid Leila and the coachman were asked to stay in the car, and four ring magicians, including Shade, went to the tomb.

I was very lucky today, because Mr. Simil Pasolo was not buried directly, but chose the underground cemetery, so he didn't have to worry about digging other people's graves.

Not even using the silencing effect of Shade's [Silent Moonlight], the three sorceresses used their own magical techniques to cover their figures, eliminate sounds, and block detection.

The only thing Shade did was to use the [Door Key] to open the door to the underground tomb. Then he lit the light of the silver moon in front to lead the way, and a group of four broke into the tomb that smelled heavily of moisture and mold. area, proceed along the direction where the gas pipeline extends. After disturbing a few mice and spiders, we successfully found the tomb of Mr. Simil Pasolo.

Shade opened the stone door at the entrance of the tomb, and the two sorceresses went to inspect the coffin placed in the center of the tomb. Tifa wanted to talk to Shade about psychic matters, but she didn't expect that after Shade entered the tomb, she looked directly at the southeast corner of the tomb.

"What's wrong?"

She also looked over, but saw nothing.

"I guess we don't have to channel. The spirit is here."

Shade pointed to the southeast corner of the tomb. Tifa blinked and took out a small bottle from her pocket, which contained almost transparent dust:

"Soul-revealing dust detects spirits that are difficult to capture with the naked eye."

This is a very basic alchemical product, but its use is very narrow. After all, the soul cannot be felt by the ring magician, so it is basically useless. On the contrary, this kind of thing often falls into the hands of ordinary people, as an auxiliary tool for busybodies or occult enthusiasts on the road to death.

Tifa threw some towards the position pointed by Shade, and as the green light appeared little by little, the soul of Mr. Simil Pasolo appeared. At the same time, the two sorceresses also inspected the coffin and tomb chamber, and it was basically certain that they were the first people to come here.

"What do you want to do?"

Probably because he died just two days ago, so although his spiritual body is weak, his soul still has a strong sense of self. He originally just "stood" there quietly, throwing dust when Tifa came closer and Shade looked directly at him, only then did he realize that these people could actually see him, a dead person.

"Let's find a stone figurine."

The communication is still carried out by Shade. He has a lot of communication experience with this kind of ordinary souls:

"It's an antique buried with you. I'm sorry to disturb your sleep."

Shade said politely, the old man's soul stared at him, and the beard on his chin stood up:

"You don't have to be so polite. Even if I have objections, can I still stop you thieves?"

"No, no, please don't be so angry. I know this is wrong, so I want to help you deal with the distribution of your property."

"The distribution of my property?"

The soul of Mr. Simil Pasolo looked at the young soul in front of him suspiciously:

"Have you been to my house?"

"Yes, we saw your children and the maid, Miss Linna, but we didn't see the will."

Shade told the truth and Soul nodded:

"Of course you can't see it. After all, I didn't leave a will at all."

"So this is ah."

Shade smiled and shook his head. Both he and Tifa saw that the maid was lying. They thought it was just a trick, but they didn't expect the other party to be so bold:

"Look, I just said there was something wrong with that maid, and we were all fooled by her."

He said to Tifa, who was not too surprised, but smiled.

"What happened to my family?"

Mr. Pasolo asked, somewhat at a loss:

"I thought I was in good health and thought that making a will in advance was a curse on myself, so I never wrote it. Unexpectedly, I suddenly had a heart attack. What happened to my family? My children were fighting over the inheritance. Already?"

"No, no, that gentleman and that lady are getting along very well. It's your maid who is about to start a fight with them."

Shade told what he had witnessed a few hours ago. After Mr. Pasuolo heard it, his soul became a little unstable because of his emotional excitement:

"Oh! I'm so nice to her! Even the salary is twice that of an ordinary maid! She actually, she actually"

"We will get her the punishment she deserves, and if you want a will dictated, I think this lady will do it for you."

Shad nodded to Tifa:

"So, in exchange for helping you make your will, can we take away the stone figurine?"

The old man's soul nodded immediately:

"Of course. Oh, I really didn't expect that I would still encounter such a thing even after I'm dead. Don't people often say that you can be at peace after death?"

He covered his face and tried to cry, but this soul that stayed for some reason did not have this function.

With the consent of the owner of the coffin, the two sorceresses raised their hands, used a spell to open the coffin, and took out the stone figurine as a burial object. Tifa wrote down the will dictated by the old man - Piccolo Pasollo will take five-tenths of the entire property, Jenny Pasollo will take three-tenths, and the remaining two-tenths will be donated to the Creation Church, and she promised to Help him execute it.

And Xia De waited until the other party finished dictating the will and then asked:

"Although I don't know why you stayed here, I think you want to leave too, right?"

The old man nodded and glanced at the tomb dejectedly:

"Before I died, I really thought that I would be completely free from all worries after death. I didn't expect that I would not be able to be clean after death. I accepted my unexpected death. After all, people always die, but this happened after death. , it’s really frustrating.”

"I have the ability to liberate you by contacting your soul. But before you leave, I want to ask some questions about Miss Grace White and Miss Helen Black."

[Death Door] can also allow the soul to directly enter real death, but this cannot contact the obsession of the remaining soul. Shade will only use [Death Door] against evil spirits. It would be better for a normal soul like this to be sent away with the power of [Guide to Death].

Soul glanced at him unexpectedly:

"What an unexpected question, young man, what do you want to know?"

"Don't you think these two ladies are strange?"

"Of course it's strange, but what does this have to do with me?"

"Then you only need to answer my two questions. Miss Helen Black, who is 22 years old this year, lost her sister 11 years ago. So how old was Miss Grace White when she passed away?"

"22 years old."

Mr. Simil Pasolo gives the answer.

"Very well, then do you know the elders of the deceased Miss Grace White?"

Mr. Pasuolo's soul actually smiled:

"Young man, you grasped the key point very well. I thought I was the only one who could discover this wonderful little secret."

Shade narrowed his eyes slightly:

"The elder of Miss Grace White, who died in 1842, wasn't named Black, was she?"

The soul nodded slightly:

"I promised that I would keep this secret. Young men and women's secrets are not so easy to explore."

After speaking, he stopped talking, obviously not intending to reveal any more information. And Shade also followed the agreement and used the thaumaturgy [Guiding Death] to touch the other party's soul.

The hand exuding an ambiguous gray light touched the glowing soul, and then scenes of the soul's life flashed before Shade's eyes. Compared with the knowledge that carries extraordinary power, the most important scenes in a mortal's life put little pressure on Shade.

However, when the soul in front of him turned into a point of light and disappeared, and Shade's eyes returned to normal, he actually saw a girl wearing a black gauze skirt in the last picture.

She stood in front of the steps in front of the apartment dusty, as if she had returned from a trip, while the servant behind her was carrying two suitcases. The weather that day was very good, it seemed to be early spring. Helen Blake was wearing a long black dress and a beige wide-brimmed hat dotted with black fleur-de-lis.

She nodded slightly towards the outside of the screen, probably to say hello to the owner of the memory. Under the bright sunshine, this lady with a rather good-looking face looked as beautiful as the most delicate flower in early spring.

Shade was not sure what era this memory was from, but he was sure that the girl who looked to be in her twenties with half a red butterfly pendant hanging around her waist was the same as the one he met at the cocktail party in the previous century. The face shape of the thirteen- or fourteen-year-old girl in black dress is almost exactly the same.

She doesn't look like an old man who has lived for thousands of years at all. She still looks like the girl she once was, playful and a little shy. Just like the last time I said goodbye to Shade at the cocktail party.

"It turns out it's really them."

【Surprise? 】

"A little."

Seeing that Shad had finished talking, Tifa came over and handed the stone figurine to him. Although they were funerary objects, the stone figurines did not come into direct contact with the corpse and were not very dirty after a little cleaning.

Shade, who was still a little emotional, rubbed the base of the cold stone figurine with his palm, and looked at the carvings under the light of the silver moon. There were only two sentences in the remaining article:

"die."

The two sorceresses had already exited the tomb, leaving only Tifa standing beside Shade. The black-haired maid looked at Shade's side face under the moonlight. The corners of her lips with obvious lip lines were turned up in a smile, and Shade translated softly:

"The burden of death will fall on the shoulders of those who can see through death. That is."

The last few words were a bit blurry, and it took Shade a while to recognize them:

"That's the person with the eyes of death."