Whispering Verse Chapter 648

Miss Black's neighbor, the old gentleman who went out to walk the dog, was at home today, and he still recognized Shad. When Xia De explained his purpose of coming and wanted to know more about Miss Helen Black, the old gentleman holding the rope shook his head:

"Although it's a neighbor, I rarely see my neighbor, and only occasionally help her look after the house. If you want to know more, you can go to the old Pasolo, they seem to be connected... oh, Yes, old Pasolo also passed away a few days ago."

The old man was a little sad:

"There is one less old neighbor on this street."

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

Xia De asked again.

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

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

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

When the carriage went to the cemetery outside the city, Xia De thought about this again. It happened to be on the way, so Tifa asked the coachman to stop in front of Miss Grace White's house.

Sure enough, no one answered after knocking on the door, so Xia De knocked on the door of the apartment next door, hoping to get information from the neighbor. Unexpectedly, he actually got another letter.

"Miss White went to Fort Midhill too?"

Xia De looked at the letter handed out by the 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 has received the last letter, and the entrustment fee will be remitted to No. 6 Saint Teresa Square next month. She seems to have guessed that someone will come to the door... ...If I hadn't heard the news that Miss White was dead, maybe I would really have believed this letter."

Frowning, he 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 way, the client took the initiative to announce the end of the commission. It seems that this matter has nothing to do with me?"

"Then do you want to continue the investigation?"

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

"Of course we have to continue the investigation. I'm not a person who gives up halfway."

Shad sighed.

After all, the commissions to investigate Mrs. La Soya, his lover, and to find an ophthalmologist all made new progress because Shad did something other than the entrusted duties, and directly or indirectly led to great gains for Shad.

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

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

"If you entrust the search for Mia and conduct a more in-depth investigation, will there be any other gains?"

But no matter what, the most important thing now is to find the stone figurine with the fragments of "Whispering Poetry".

For ordinary people, the best time to rob graves is definitely at night, but for ring warlocks, there are not so many concerns.

The carriage sent a group of people near the city public cemetery, and two other sorceresses, who Shad couldn't name, went to investigate the place where Mr. Simila Passolo was buried.

Half an hour later, the result was available, so Miss Layla, the maid, and the coachman were left in the car, and the four ring magicians, including Shad, went to the tomb.

Luckily today, Mr. Simila Passolo was not buried directly, but in the catacombs, so he didn't have to worry about digging up other people's graves.

Even without Shade using [Silent Moonlight]'s sound-cancelling effect, the three sorceresses used their own thaumaturgy to cover the figure, cancel the sound, and block the detection.

The only thing Xia De did was to use the [Key of the Door] to open the door leading to the catacomb, and then he lit the light of the silver moon in front of him to lead the way, and a group of four broke into the damp and musty smelling tomb area, proceed along the direction in which the gas pipeline extends. After disturbing a few rats and spiders, the tomb of Mr. Simila Passolo was successfully found.

Shade opened the stone door at the entrance of the tomb, and the two sorceresses went to check the coffin placed in the center of the tomb. Tifa wanted to talk to Shade about the psychic, but unexpectedly, after Shade entered the tomb, he looked directly at the southeast corner of the tomb.

"What's wrong?"

She looked over too, but saw nothing.

"I think I

We don't need psychics anymore, the soul is here. "

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

"Reveal soul dust, detect spirits that are difficult to catch with the naked eye."

This is a very basic alchemy product, but its use is very narrow. After all, the soul that ring warlocks can't feel is basically useless. On the contrary, this kind of thing often falls into the hands of ordinary people, as an auxiliary tool on the road to death for the good-for-nothing or the occult lovers.

Tifa threw some towards the location indicated by Shad, and as the faint green light appeared little by little, the soul of Mr. Simil Passolo appeared. At the same time, the two sorceresses also inspected the coffin and the tomb, and they can basically confirm that they are 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 was just "standing" there quietly, and when Tifa approached to throw dust and Shade looked directly at him, he realized that these people could actually see him, a dead person.

"Let's find a stone figurine."

It is still Xia De who communicates, and he has a lot of communication experience with this kind of ordinary soul:

"It's just an antique buried with you, sorry for disturbing your sleep."

Xia De said very politely, the old man's soul stared at him, and the beard on his chin was raised:

"Don't be so polite, even if I have an opinion, can I still stop you thieves?"

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

"My property distribution?"

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

"Have you been to my house?"

"Yes, I have seen your children and the maid, Miss Linna, but we have not seen the will."

Xia De told the truth, Soul nodded:

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

"So this is ah."

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

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

He said to Tifa, who wasn't too surprised either, but smiled.

"What the **** is going on in my house?"

Mr. Pasolo asked a little at a loss:

"I thought I was in good health and thought it would be a curse on me to make a will in advance, so I didn't write it all the time, but suddenly I had a heart attack... What happened to my family? My children , fought for inheritance?"

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

Shad told what he saw a few hours ago. After Mr. Pasolo heard it, his soul became a little unstable because of his emotional excitement:

"Oh! I treat her so well! Even the salary is twice that of ordinary maids! She, she..."

"We'll let her get what she deserves, and if you want to dictate a will, I think this lady will do it for you."

Xia De nodded at Tifa:

"So, at the cost of helping you with the will, can we take that stone figurine?"

The old man's soul nodded immediately:

"Of course, oh, I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to me 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, opened the coffin with spells, and took out the stone figurine as a funeral object. Tifa wrote down the will spoken by the old man—Bick Pasollo took five-tenths of all property, Jenny Pasollo took three-tenths, and the remaining two-tenths were donated to the Creation Church, and promised to help He executes it.

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

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

The old man nodded, and glanced at the tomb chamber dejectedly:

"Before I died, I really thought that I would be able to completely get rid of all troubles after death. I didn't expect that I would not be clean after death. I accepted my accidental death. After all, people always have to die, but after death I encountered such a thing. , it's really frustrating."

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

[Death's Gate] can also allow the soul to directly enter the real death, but in this way, it cannot touch the resident soul's obsession. Xia De only uses [Death's Gate] for evil spirits. For a normal soul like this, it would be better to send it away with the power of [Guiding Death].

The 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 that have to do with me?"

"Then you just need to answer two questions for me. The 22-year-old Miss Helen Black lost her sister 11 years ago. So how old was that Miss Grace White when she passed away?"

"22 years old."

Mr. Simila Passolo gives the answer.

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

Mr. Pasoolo's soul actually showed a smile:

"Young man, you've caught the point. It's very good. I thought I was the only one who could discover this wonderful little secret."

Xia De narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Ms. Grace White's elder, who died in 1842, won't be named Blake?"

The soul nodded slightly:

"I promised it would be kept a secret. Ladies' secrets, young men, are not so easy to probe."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, obviously not intending to reveal any more information. And Xia De also used the thaumaturgy [Guide to Death] to touch the opponent's soul as agreed.

The hand exuding an ambiguous gray light touched the glowing soul, and then the scenes of the soul's life flashed before Xia De's eyes. Compared with the knowledge loaded with extraordinary power, the most important pictures in a mortal's life have no pressure on Xia De.

However, when the soul in front of him turned into a spot of light and disappeared, and Xia De's eyes returned to normal, he actually saw a girl in a black gauze dress in the last picture.

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

She nodded slightly towards the outside of the screen~www.mtlnovel.com~ probably to greet the owner of the memory. Under the bright sunshine, this lady with a pretty face was as beautiful as the most delicate flower in early spring.

Xia De couldn't be sure what kind of memory this was, but he could be sure that the girl in her twenties with a half red butterfly pendant on her waist was the same as the girl he met at the last reception. The faces of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls in black skirts were almost exactly the same.

The temperament on her body is not at all like that of an old man who has lived for thousands of years. She still looks like a young girl back then, playful and a little shy. Just like when I said goodbye to Xia De at the reception that year.

"So it's really them..."

【Are you surprised? 】

"A little."

Seeing that Shade had finished talking, Tifa came over and handed him the stone figurine. Although it was a funerary object, the stone figurines did not directly touch the corpse, and they were not very dirty after a little cleaning.

Xia De, who was still a little emotional, stroked the base of the cold stone figurine with his palm, and then looked at the engravings under the light of the silver moon. There are only two sentences in the remaining text:

"die......"

The two sorceresses had exited the tomb, leaving only Tifa standing by Shad's side. The black-haired maid looked at Xia De's side face under the moonlight, and the corners of the mouth with obvious lip lines were turned up to reveal a smile, and Xia De softly translated:

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

The last few words were a little fuzzy, and it took Xia De a while to recognize them:

"That is, the person with the eyes of death."

Chapter end