MTL - Whispering Verse-Chapter 3 funeral

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After explaining his funeral, the detective on the bed closed his eyes. Xia De pursed his lips and waited for a while, then broke his hands free, and tested his breath and pulse.

"died?"

He couldn't believe that the other party died so easily, and it really took almost ten minutes.

Before he had time to react, a black light suddenly flashed across the corpse's face. Xia De didn't see what the light was at all, it scattered in the air and disappeared.

And as the light disappeared from the corpse, the emaciated corpse that looked like it had been starved to death gradually became fuller. Detective Hamilton's body gradually returned to normal until it turned into a normal corpse.

"How is this normal? What is the situation now?"

In the silence of the room, Xia De looked around with some anxiety. The anxiety was not being alone with the corpse, but the anxiety of being in a strange environment. The woman's voice in his mind sounded again, as if reminding Xia De that this is not a "person":

[You have come into contact with 'Whispers'. 】

"What contact? What whisper? Can you elaborate?"

But the voice still did not give an answer.

[Whispering] is one of the "Four Extraordinary Elements" mentioned by the detective just now. Obviously, the so-called [relic] and [Whispering] are the truth that led to his death. But this truth is too shallow, and Xia De can't learn more.

Looking at the corpse on the bed, unexpectedly, there was not much panic.

At this moment, Xia De really hoped that this was acting, but he knew that it could not be acting. Standing by the bed in silence for a while, I walked around the four-poster bed to the window as quietly as possible, and carefully opened the heavy curtains. Immediately, the faint morning sun shone through the fog on the street and the glass on the window. shined in.

"It's morning?"

Because of the heavy fabric curtains, he thought it was night.

bang bang bang~

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded at this moment, startling Xia De, he subconsciously let go of the curtain, but immediately held it and then pulled it completely open. The street was outside this window, and I didn’t have time to look at the steam age scenery in the fog. I first looked down and made sure that the person who knocked on the door was a corpse transporter. I could see the carriage pulling the corpse, and then I turned to open the door.

"Being able to know exactly the time of my death is why the contacted corpse transporter can arrive so accurately."

He said in his heart, and pushed open the bedroom door. Outside is the living room, which also has metal pipes that seem to be gas pipes climbing on the wall, solid wood furniture and various piles of books and documents, a small blackboard hanging on the wall, a very formal combination of coffee table and fabric sofa, which also looks like a detective Office style.

The living room did not draw the curtains, and the morning light shone in, and the light slanted on the floor in front of Shad's feet. In the light, floating dust fluttered quietly, all of which made Xia De, who came out of the dim room, feel as if he had passed away.

Open the latch and anti-theft chain of the door, directly opposite is the spiral downward staircase, and there is another door next door, that is to say, there are two residences on this floor, somewhat like an apartment building in a Sherlock Holmes novel.

Circling down the stairs, from the second floor to the first floor, the stairs lead directly to the foyer. On one side of the hall, the passage connecting the first floor is completely blocked by wooden boards, and only the hall is available on the entire first floor.

"So, there won't be any housekeeper-style landlady. But why seal the first floor?"

He passed the shoe cabinet, picked up the fallen umbrella, glanced at the gas lamp on the wall above the shoe cabinet, and opened the door with the light.

A silent old man in a black coat stood at the door, with a sign of overlapping leaves hanging on his chest. The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Xia De:

"Shard Hamilton?"

He speaks the same language as the dead detective, the so-called Delarion.

"Yes."

Xia De nodded cautiously, motioning for the old man to follow him upstairs. So the old man greeted the dispirited middle-aged man who was calming the horse behind him, and the three of them walked up the stairs together. Xia De didn't know what to say, so he led them silently to the bedroom on the second floor with the room number "1".

The old man and the middle-aged man first confirmed that Detective Hamilton on the bed was really dead, and then handed Shad a document for his signature.

It was a confirmation document confirming that the corpse had been handed over to the city public cemetery management office, and below it were the double official seals of the city public cemetery management office and the city funeral committee.

The old man and the middle-aged man checked the condition of the corpse, and Xia De sat at the desk in the bedroom and picked up a pen.

At this time, he realized that he could understand and understand, but he couldn't write. Fortunately, the knowledge I just received not only has the ability to speak, but also the ability to write. After translating the name into the similar-sounding "Northern Common Language of Humanity, Delarion", he intends to sign his name.

The content of the document is not noteworthy, and it is probably to confirm the handover of the body and the payment of the money for the entrusted funeral. This is a typed standard document, and typewriters with mechanical gear structures probably existed in this era.

"But judging from the other signature of the document belonging to the committee secretariat, the name of this world is very similar to the West in the previous life. It is divided into three parts. The official document must add the middle name. The first name is 'Shad', and the last name can follow 'Hamilton,' but with a middle name..."

He didn't know for a while whether the dead Mr. Hamilton had given the original owner of the body a middle name. But now is not the time to rummage through the room, you must immediately come up with a name to deal with temporarily.

[Suellen. 】

The whispering voice sounded again in my mind, and the voice gave a word. This word exists in both the ancient language used by women and the common language of the northern kingdom used by detectives, and its meaning is "silver moon".

"I can use this as my middle name, but you have to explain."

Xia De tried to communicate again, and the voice of the woman reciting the poem really sounded:

【This is destiny, stranger, the silver moon is your destiny. When you gather all four elements and push open the door of the extraordinary, the meaning will naturally appear. 】

Frowning, Xia De thought for a while and signed his name:

Shade Suellen Hamilton.

The corpse transporter did not ask Shad to give the death certificate, or the cause of death report, let alone notify the police of the autopsy.

After getting back the "Authorization Letter for Corpse Handover" from Shad, he gave him a receipt with the location of the tomb, and then silently removed Mr. Hamilton's body in pajamas.

Xia De sent them to the door downstairs, but he didn't go out by himself. Seeing the corpse being put into the coffin in the carriage, the middle-aged man drove the carriage, carrying the coffin and the old man, and left here together.

"Well then, goodbye, Mr. Sparrow Hamilton."

Thinking silently in his heart, after closing the door, Xia De stood in the hallway for a while before going upstairs again. The pace of the outsider is a bit heavy, but there is no one else around, but there is an inexplicable sense of relief:

"It's simpler than I thought. I didn't ask Mr. Hamilton's cause of death. I didn't even care whether I was Shade Hamilton. I didn't even ask for a tip for moving the body... This world is simple, or Mr. Hamilton has already Got everything in order?"

The corpse left here with many secrets, and this place temporarily belonged to Xia De, a despicable foreigner who occupied someone else's body. In fact, he still has a lot of questions, and he wants to ask Mr. Hamilton, and there are countless questions waiting to be answered.

But people cannot be resurrected after death, he must accept the fact that the other party died, and work hard to gain a foothold in this world.

The only good news is that the house on the second floor that used to belong to Mr. Sparrow Hamilton now belongs to Shad, and he immediately became a house owner in this different world that resembled the Victorian era in the mid-nineteenth century.

The first floor was sealed with wooden boards, the room next to "No. 2" on the second floor was locked from the outside, and the staircase leading to the third floor was completely broken. Therefore, Xia De is the only one left in this house at this moment.

He returned to the room with house number "1" on the second floor, carefully checked the study, living room, bathroom and bedroom, and after confirming that no one was there, he let out a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa in the living room full of sunlight, crooked. Looking down at the morning mist outside the window.

Of course, that's not natural fog, that's smog.

Xia De finally had time to sort out the current situation:

"I traveled through time and inherited a detective firm. The original owner of the body may have a problem with his head, and he was trained by the former detective to help him complete a seemingly simple task after his death... Sparrow Hamilton Detective, there are definitely secrets. There are extraordinary powers in this world. The death of the detective and the voice in my head both prove this, and what I need is to gather the four elements. The death of the detective has already brought me into contact with 'whispers'... ..."

Rubbed his face, but at least the current situation is not bad. Despite the sudden death of Mr. Sparrow Hamilton, there are many things Shad has yet to figure out. But at least, Shad has a foothold in the new world.

This is enough to support him to live, to explore the secrets of this world, and maybe find a way back home.

Xia De is not a person who goes with the situation, but he is not a person who complains about everything. It is unfortunate that he left his hometown inexplicably and came here. All he can do for the time being is to accept it, live a good life, and try to live a better life.

"By the way, let's go and see this extraordinary world, the mystery of the steam age, those secret rituals and spells...how can you be willing to be ordinary?"

Xia De sighed softly, and the woman's laughter sounded in his mind, as pleasant as the breeze blowing through the lavender field.

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