Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 1

2021-07-05

Chapter 1 The Dying Man
"Do you remember what I said?"

In a trance finally came back to his senses, Shade looked at everything in front of him with some unknown reason. The last second he remembered, he was helping his friend deal with the funeral, and the next second he remembered, he came here.

This is a bedroom. Definitely not a twenty-first century bedroom. The bright yellow light in the room is not very strong, some dark wood floors are still clean, but the walls are already a little yellow. A stack of books was piled up in the corner, crooked as if about to fall, and some metal pots and photo frames were placed on the bookshelf beside the stack of books.

Those photos are in black and white.

In addition to oil paintings, there are two metal pipes on the walls. It can be vaguely seen that the buckle of the pipe connection has been somewhat rusted, and one of the thinner pipes has branched out at the desk. And the brown wooden desk was full of pages, and the drawers on both sides were half open, and the documents inside could be seen.

On the desk, the lamp connected to the brass-colored tube Dao Idol is still shining, and the style of the bell mouth of the heavy lamp is very novel-

“en? Not an electric lamp? Gas lamp ?"

It is difficult to tell whether it is a gas lamp by observation, but the pipes clinging to the wall, and the wall lamp connected with the pipe Dao Idol, will not be electric lamps. The warm yellow rays of light are not bright, and can only illuminate the area of the desk, but inexplicably makes Shade feel warm.

With this light, he saw the decorative oil painting on the wall, the black and white single photo on the desk, and the newspaper unfolding in the shadow of the floor. Couldn't read anything on the newspaper, but could see that instead of squares, letters were on it.

This sense of age, no matter where it is, it is no longer home.

The air smells of corruption, but more like a funeral home. Shade remembers the smell, after all, he was still helping his friend who passed away unfortunately a moment ago
"Do you remember what I said?"

The voice sounded again, and Shade was out of a trance. completely awake. Youngster quickly felt that someone was grabbing his right hand. At this moment, his consciousness and his body were completely integrated, and he thought of lowering his head.

He was standing beside the bed in what appeared to be a nineteenth-century men's bedroom, a four-poster bed, but with drapes on only three sides. The body of the bed and the visible part of the head of the bed are all shining with the color of metal under the gas lamp at the head of the bed.

The bedside lamp was held up by a little angel, and Shade was attracted by the delicate shape for a moment.

The man holding his hand was the man lying on the bed. This middle age person, who may be the owner of the bedroom, was wearing dark plaid pajamas, all but the head and right hand hidden under the quilt.

An obvious white face, but with sunken eyes and drooping cheeks, the right hand holding Shade's wrist is even more thin and scary. This looks like a man who is about to starve to death, and Shade even believes that once he speaks a little louder, he must beg the man not to die.

Shade doesn't know anything right now and needs to know the situation from the man.

"So. This is a time-travel?"

He thought to himself, that he had a general understanding of the current situation.

Fortunately, although the man on the bed is weak, at least there are no corpse spots on his body. Otherwise, Shade really has to worry about his current situation.

"Have you remembered what I said?"

The weak man on the bed asked for the third time, his brown eyes sunk deep into his sockets, but he was dead. staring at Shade. Although Shade didn't understand why he came here inexplicably through time, at least he knew that it was best to continue acting at this moment, at least to understand the current situation, and then make plans for the future.

He opened his mouth to speak, only to realize that the other party was not speaking Chinese, nor any language he knew, but Shade could understand it somehow. He wanted to answer in the other party's language, but opened his mouth slightly, he understood but couldn't speak at all.

"No way? I understand but don't speak?"

For a moment, my ears buzzed, and my back was itchy due to tension. Not being able to speak the language of the inhabitants of the foreign world was not something he could have foreseen, and it was the worst case scenario.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and he immediately realized that the sound was not caused by his nervousness at all, he understood the voice in his head, it was a woman, it was a woman talking, that was Whispering sound:

[The sixth era, the year 1853 of the universal calendar, summer, the day when the silver moon shines, you came to this dark world. You understand that you need an identity, so you have to inherit everything from this inexplicable body. Now is the 1st Step, to prove, to prove that you can enter this world. ]

"System"

The instinctive reaction is that this is the legendary system, but immediately realizes that this is definitely not the system.

The woman's voice was unusually elegant and soothing, as if reciting poems in a whispering way, which made people intoxicated. But the language she used was different from Chinese and the language of the weakened man on the bed.

The language is more ancient and more profound, like the breeze of ancient times, passing through the curtain of time, and suddenly blowing to the present. Language itself is mysterious figuratively, even if he just understands the meaning of language, Shade seems to see the deepest darkness.

Although Shade understood the second language again, just understanding the language itself made his head hum and the stomach of the new body reacted with nausea.

This is a mental oppression, and the language used by the voice in the brain has extraordinary power in itself.

"This is the language of this world! It's not the system in the head, it's what originally existed in the body!"

Shade made a judgment, and the pupils narrowed slightly at the same time , from what he saw in front of him produced a more terrifying guess:

"The new world, this world of the suspected Victorian steam age, is a world of supernatural and mysterious existence!"

He is not For those who do not accept the status quo, since time-travel has appeared, it is not completely unacceptable that there is transcendence. It's just that the first task now is to figure out the current situation, answer the man's question, and figure out who he is.

So Shade tried his best to convey the message in his own words to the voice in his head:
"Whoever you are, please listen. I want to take everything in this body, but I don't have it. The memory of the body does not have the language habit of the body."

[Now, you have it. ]

As if a brick was forced into the top of the head, and it stirred a few times maliciously. Shade thinks he's a Miracle for not passing out.

He did not obtain the memory of his original body, but was forced into some knowledge about "Delarion, the common language of human beings in the northern kingdom". But this knowledge just exists, like a translator, he can't be fully mastery at once, and understand all the slang, dialect, religious culture, allusions or language habits.

"Sorry sir, I'm in a bad state. Could you repeat what you told me to remember?"

Relying on this knowledge, he put Chinese in the Chinese language intermittently. It was translated into the "northern human common language" in the brain, and then it was deliberately spoken in the translation cavity. The weakened man holding Shade's hand suddenly exerted force, it is hard to imagine that such a thin wrist has such strength:
"You are still like this, your head is not very easy to use. Well, I will say it again."

It seems that the original owner of the body is not smart, and Shade's words have not aroused suspicion for the time being.

“Shade (Shade)”

The name is pronounced in a similar way.

"I'm going to die, I knew three months in advance that I was going to die, so I chose you from the homeless. Changed your life, gave you a new name, made you simple to read and understand Some common sense. And when I die, you will have everything I have, my detective agency, everything I have. But you need to do one thing for me, one simple thing—"

Although his tone was very weak, his terrifying eyes stared at Shade like a dying lone wolf. The horror in his eyes made the foreigners who didn't know this world feel a little terrified.

But Shade kept his breathing as steady as possible, but didn't have the courage to look him in the eye. It's not that Shade is scared at the moment, but from the sentence just now, he has a preliminary understanding of the situation of the previous owner of the body.

Therefore, at this time, he should definitely not look at the man, but should look away in fear, which is in line with the known character setting.

"Inherit my detective's office, and whatever you do with it, at least keep it open. Until September 5, 1853, 3 months later, when you will receive a letter The letter, take it back and burn it, this is the price you pay for my entire inheritance."

His hand clasped Shade's, even though Shade pretended to be struggling slightly according to his acting skills, He doesn't even think he can break free. The strength of the other party is really great:

"This is my, Sparrow Hamilton, leaving the legacy to you, Shade Hamilton's only request."

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