Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 3

2021-07-05

Chapter 3 Funeral
After explaining his funeral, the detective on the bed closed his eyes, Shade pursed his lips and waited for a moment, then freed his hands and tried his breath and pulse.

"Dead?"

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

Before he had time to react, a black light flashed across the corpse's face. Shade's heart tightened for no reason, and the extreme horror instantly drowned him.

But when came back to his senses, the black light scattered in the air and disappeared.

As the light disappeared from the corpse, the thin corpse seemed to be starved to death, but it gradually filled up at a speed visible to naked eyes, as if someone had inflated the inside of the corpse, until it turned into a corpse. normal corpse.

"Where is this normal? What's the situation now?"

In the silence of the room, Shade looked around nervously, not being alone in a room with a corpse, It's anxiety about unfamiliar surroundings. This world is not the world of the past, he has seen a corner of the truth of the mysterious and dangerous world.

The woman's voice in his mind sounded again, as if to remind Shade that this is not a "person":
[You have contacted 'Whisper'. ]

"What contact? What Whisper? Can you elaborate?"

But the voice still gave no answer.

【Whisper】is one of the "mysterious four elements" that the detective just said. Obviously, the so-called "relics" and 【Whisper】are the truth that led to his death.

Although the repressed and unknown truth made Shade not knowing what to do, but looking at the corpse on the bed, there was not much panic unexpectedly.

"If all this is a joke, it's very good."

He now hopes that this is acting, but his reason knows that impossible is acting.

Standing beside the bed in silence for a while, trying to keep quiet as far as possible, going around the four-poster bed to the window, carefully and calmly pulling the heavy curtains open, immediately, the weak morning sun shines through the street The gray fog on the top and the glass on the window shined in.

The rays of light seemed to temporarily dispel the anxiety in my heart.

"It's morning?"

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

peng~ peng~ peng~ ~
The knock on the door suddenly sounded at this moment, startling Shade, he subconsciously let go of the curtain, but immediately held it and pulled it completely open. I squinted my eyes and looked towards the window. Outside this window was the street. I didn't have time to look at the strange scenery of the steam age in the fog. I first looked down and made sure that the corpse was knocking on the door. I could see the carriage pulling the corpse. Turn around to open the door.

"Being able to accurately know the time of his death, so the contacted corpse carrier can arrive so accurately."

He said in his heart, and pushed open the bedroom door. Outside is the living room. There are also gas pipes that are suspected of being in the steam era climbing on the walls. Hand-polished solid wood furniture and various piles of alphabetical text books and documents are scattered everywhere.

The small blackboard hanging on the wall, a very formal coffee table and fabric sofa combination, is also very similar to the style of the detective agency.

The living room had no curtains, letting in the dim morning light in the mist, slanting on the floor in front of Shade's feet.

In the light, the dust floats quietly, like strange tiny creatures swimming. This sense of realism makes Shade have one's hair stand on end.

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

I couldn't find the lamp, so I could only circle down in the dark and depressing stairs, my heart seemed to be trembling wildly with each step. In the dark environment, Shade, whose thinking was too divergent, felt that there was some terrifying existence peeping at him.

From the second floor to the first floor, the stairs lead to the foyer. On one side of the entrance hall, the passage connecting the first floor was completely blocked by wooden boards, as if it was a sealed coffin, so that only the entrance hall could be used on the entire first floor.

This scene made the nervous outsiders even more puzzled:
"Why should the first floor be sealed? What the hell is going on here?"

He passed the shoe cabinet, picked up the fallen umbrella, and glanced at the gas lamp on the wall above the shoe cabinet. After carefully unscrewing, the light calms the heart.

took a deep breath and opened the door.

A silent old man in a black coat stood at the door, with a sign of overlapping leaves hanging on his chest, a gloomy sky and a choking fog behind him. The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Shade, and his voice was as low as a leaf scratching against the cold and wet ground:

“Shade Hamilton?”

He used the same language as the dead detective, both The so-called Delarion language.

"Yes."

Shade, somewhat restrained, motioned for the numb-looking old man to follow him upstairs.

Then the old man greeted the dejected middle age person who was appeasing the horses behind him. The latter looked gloomy, just like the current weather.

The three of them walked up the stairs together. Shade didn't know what to say, so he led them silently to the bedroom on the second floor where the number "1" was hung.

Almost no one spoke during the whole process. The old man and the middle age person had the smell of corpse. They first put on gloves and confirmed that the detective body on the bed was really dead, and then handed Shade a document, Need his signature.

It is a confirmation document confirming that the body is handed over to the city public cemetery management office, and there are double official seals of the city public cemetery management office and the city funeral committee below. At the bottom is a prayer for the deceased. The translated meaning makes the living Shade very uncomfortable.

The old man and the middle age person checked the condition of the body, Shade sat at the desk in the bedroom and picked up the cold pen.

He is a little confused now, but he also realizes that he can understand and understand, but he can't write. Fortunately, the knowledge I received just now, in addition to the ability to speak, also has the ability to write. Translating the name into the similar-sounding "Delarion, the lingua franca of the North," he intends to sign it.

On the cold page, there is nothing noteworthy, probably confirming the handover of the body and the payment of the entrusted funeral.

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

The confused and disturbed outlander, temporarily wondering if the deceased Mr. Hamilton, had given the body's previous owner a middle name. But now is not the time to rummage through the room, and must immediately come up with a name to deal with temporarily.

【Suellen (Suellen). ]

The murmur echoed in his head again, and the whisper made Shade almost jump. The voice gave a word, in both the ancient language of women and the lingua franca of the North Kingdom used by detectives, which meant [silver's moon].

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

Shade tries to communicate again, nervously, and the woman's murmur is genuine The sounded:
[This is destiny, stranger, the moon of silver is your destiny. When you gather all the four elements, open the door of transcendence, and see this terrifying world, the meaning will naturally appear. ]

Frowning his brows, Shade suppressed his inner panic, thought about it, and signed his name forcefully:

Shade Suellen Hamilton (Shade Suellen Hamilton ).

The corpse transporter did not ask Shade to provide a death certificate or a death report, nor did he intend to notify the police for an autopsy. Like the death of a detective, like the departure of a dingo on the street.

After retrieving the "Power of Attorney for Body Transfer" from Shade, he gave him a receipt with the location of the tomb, and then silently removed the body of Mr. Hamilton in pajamas.

Shade escorted them to the door downstairs, he didn't go out himself. Watching the corpse was placed in the narrow coffin in the carriage, the coffin was covered with brown cloth, as if stained with blood.

The middle age person drove the carriage, carrying the coffin and the old man, and went deep into the thick fog in the distance of the street together.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Sparrow Hamilton."

Thinking silently, closing the door, Shade stood for a while in the dim foyer light, Only then did he go upstairs again along the dimly lit stairs that frightened him. The steps of the outlander are a little heavy, but there is no one else around, and there is an inexplicable sense of ease in the nervousness:

"Easy than I thought, did not ask about the cause of Mr. Hamilton's death, did not even care about me Is it really Shade Hamilton, he didn't even ask for a tip for carrying the corpse, Detective Hamilton has already taken care of everything."

The corpse left here with a lot of secrets, leaving it to Shade, who occupies someone else's Countless mysteries of the vile outlander of the body. In fact, he still has a lot of questions that he wants to ask Mr. Hamilton, and there are countless questions waiting to be answered.

But people cannot be resurrected from the dead. He must accept the fact that the other party has died, and work hard to gain a foothold in this world that seems abnormally wrong.

The only good news is that the house on the second floor that used to belong to Mr. Sparrow Hamilton now belongs to Shade, who has become a foreign world that resembles the Victorian era of the mid-nineteenth century. The homeowners.

The first floor was boarded up, the room "2" next to the second floor was locked from the outside, and the stairs leading to the third floor were completely broken. Therefore, in this empty house, only Shade is left at this moment.

He returned to the room numbered "1" on the second floor, and carefully inspected every corner of the study, living room, bathroom, and bedroom with the lights off, and after confirming that there was really no one in the shadows, He just let out a long breath and sat on the sofa in the living room, tilting his head slightly in peace and looking at the morning mist outside the window.

Shade finally has time to sort out the current situation:

"I have passed through and inherited a detective agency. The previous owner of the body may have a problem with his head. He was trained by the former detective to help After his death, he completed a seemingly simple task. Sparrow Hamilton Detective has secrets, this world has mysterious power, the death of the detective and the voice in the brain have proved it, and what I need is to gather four elements , the death of the detective has exposed me to 'Whisper'."

Rubbing his face, although worried, the current situation is at least not bad. Although Mr. Sparrow Hamilton died suddenly, at least Shade has a foothold in a brand new world.

It's enough to keep him alive, explore the secrets of this world, and maybe find a way back home.

Shade isn't the one who feels at home wherever one is, but certainly not the one 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 here well, and try to live better.

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

Shade sighed in a low voice , the laughter of the woman in my mind sounded, as comfortable as the breeze blowing through the lavender field.

(end of this chapter)