Whispering Poems

Chapter 240 The Truth About Murder

"The expression is normal, and there is no desire to attack the living. When it appears, it does not make the nearby people into a state of panic unconsciously. Even only me, a ring magician, can observe it. It is not an evil spirit, it can only be regarded as unwilling to leave go soul."

Xia De summed up silently in his heart, but on the surface he still looked expressionlessly at the old woman behind the small podium in the church, recalling her past life.

There are many reasons why the soul does not leave with the death of the body. In this world of the supernatural and the occult, relics, the power of gods, the power of strange evil things, the unfortunate place of death, the coincidental date of birth and time of death, The peculiar way of death, the characteristics of the soul itself, and so on, may all cause this phenomenon.

The attacks of evil spirits on ordinary people are actually the most common supernatural incidents dealt with by the Orthodox Church in Steam City, and they are also one of the most harmful incidents to ordinary people.

The reason is very simple, the soul body in this world has the characteristic of "completely immune to physical attacks".That is to say, once they are really attacked by evil spirits, if ordinary people are not devout believers wearing holy emblems, basically they can only escape for their lives, otherwise it is useless to wear steam bombs all over their bodies.

And the one next to Xia De is not an evil spirit, it can only be regarded as a soul residing in the world of the living, otherwise it would have been wiped out by the power of the church long ago.As for the reason for its appearance, Xia De didn't know, and at the same time, he didn't want to know, after all, it didn't have any bad effects.

"It is presumably the spirit of Mr. Watson, which will disappear after the funeral."

This is a good expectation for the current scene, but it is a pity that he guessed wrong.

Pretending not to see the soul around me, keeping staring at the front for 5 minutes, another cold breath appeared on the left hand side, and at the same time the voice of the second man appeared:
"It's so funny that I was able to see my own funeral with my own eyes."

Xia De glanced to the left again, and sure enough, a second soul appeared.

Both souls appeared to be middle-aged men in their 40s, standing side by side on the aisle carpet leading from the church door to the pulpit.They almost blocked the door of the church, and none of them noticed that someone was watching them quietly.

Judging from the words when the second soul appeared, he was the dead Mr. Watson.

"I didn't expect you to die too, Mason."

Mr. Watson said, and Shad's ear twitched. Mason seemed to be Mrs. Watson's maiden name, that is, the name of the guy who killed Mr. Watson.

Xia De concentrated and became interested in the next conversation.After all, the conversation between two souls must be more exciting than the boring funeral of a stranger.

"Yeah, 15 years later than you, I didn't expect to see you here."

Mr Mason said both spirits kept looking forward and not looking at each other, as if it was just a small talk at a funeral.

"I don't know why I'm here, I just heard her crying, so I came. The old Greta is still so beautiful, I really hope I can live to see this scene."

Mr Watson sighed.

"I also hope that I can live to see my sister grow old. It's a pity."

Mr. Mason sighed, Xia De did not expect the soul to do such an action:

"Have you ever resented you for appearing here?"

Mr. Mason asked again in a chatty tone, and Mr. Watson replied:

"That was more than 30 years ago, what's the use of resenting her?"

"Her? Why should you resent Mrs. Watson, shouldn't you be resenting Mr. Mason?"

Xia De was suspicious in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged, for fear that he would not be able to hear the entire conversation completely because he was found to be eavesdropping.

"Yeah, it's been 30 years. I still remember that rainy night when I delivered red wine to your house, the sister Greta who opened the door was drunk, smelling of alcohol and blood on her body."

Mr. Mason paused:
"I always knew that you two had deep conflicts, but I never thought she would kill you."

Xia De blinked, but he didn't really care what he was looking at. He was more interested in the conversation between the two ghosts.Mr. Watson appears to have been killed not by his wife's brother, but by his own wife.

"She drank a lot that day, and asked me about Miss Emma, ​​you know I can't explain it."

Mr. Watson's tone is very complicated. Shade is not the kind of person who can analyze seven or eight emotions from a sentence, but at least he knows that this soul is very helpless, annoyed and regretful.

"Yeah, you can't explain it. After all, that woman is pregnant with your child. Look, the middle-aged man in the third row is also 32 years old this year."

Mr. Mason prompted, so the conversation was interrupted for a while, and Mr. Watson's soul looked up for a long time:
"Didn't Greta make things difficult for them? Before I died, I obviously admitted it."

"She drank too much wine that night, and she couldn't remember what she heard or what she did the next day. It was I who moved your body away on that rainy night and washed away the traces. Sister Greta only I remember you had a big fight, and then you left the house in anger."

Mr. Mason's soul told the story of the past, and Xia De also had a question.Of course, he didn't intend to say it, and he didn't want to lose the qualification to listen to the story because of his interruption.

"Later you 'disappeared'. My sister was very sad. I advised her to travel abroad. During this period, I transported your body back and hid it in the basement of your house, sealing it behind a brick wall."

"So, she was not questioned by the police and was able to continue to live a decent life?"

Mr Watson concluded.

"Yes, I was suspected of murdering you, so I turned myself in. Later, I spent a very unforgettable time in prison, fell to the root of the disease, and passed away shortly after I was released. I didn't say anything about that night , after all, it's not her fault."

The two men talked about these past stories without showing much emotion, as if they were just chatting with old friends.

And Xia De, who eavesdropped on the conversation, was already thinking about telling Miss Louisa what he saw today. This is probably a very good writing material.I accepted this commission, but I just wanted to relax before the big battle, and take a look at Mr. Sparrow by the way.Now hearing such an interesting story, the time spent this afternoon is not wasted.

The conversation between Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason was temporarily over. They stood side by side and watched Mr. Watson's former friends say goodbye one by one. The two souls just commented on the old friends from time to time. Looks, other than that, not much to say.

And when the last pastor came to the stage and commented on Mr. Watson's life, Mr. Mason laughed at the comment of "loyalty to love", and when he heard "he is generous by nature and willing to do good", he even taunted Watson around him. Mr Center.

The latter was not angry, but just calmly explained his life.Shad heard Mr. Watson's confession in its entirety. If what he said was true, then this should be a typical middle-aged businessman who is lustful and greedy for money.

There is nothing big and evil, but it is definitely not a good person.

At the end of the funeral service in the church, everyone stood up together and prayed for Mr. Watson with the pastor.Xia De also stood up, following the voice of the old pastor, repeating the words of blessing.

The two souls did not talk with everyone, but when everyone was seated and the pastor announced that the coffin could be transferred to the catacomb, Mr. Watson suddenly raised a question, which was also a question Shade had when he was listening to the story:
"You said. Did Greta really completely forget about that rainy night? Or is it just"

".I don't want to bear the responsibility of killing my husband, and finally let my younger brother go to jail."

Mr. Mason completed the second half of the sentence.

When Xia De heard this, he quickly glanced at the two souls again, worried that they would suddenly become evil spirits.But fortunately, they only asked questions and remained calm emotionally.

Everyone stood up, and the four professional pallbearers of the church lifted the coffin on the shelf in the seat aisle.The pastor, Mrs. Watson, Shad, and Johns Watson, Mr. Watson's younger brother, left the church first, followed by the lifted coffin, and lastly were relatives and friends who came to see him off.

The two souls did not leave, nor did they stay in the church, but moved forward with the team, and happened to be by Shad's side.

Shade watched Mrs. Watson shedding tears being supported by the middle-aged bodyguard, while continuing to listen to the conversation of the two souls.

Proceed along the stone road leading to the small lecture hall, walk a hundred steps forward and turn left.It is a relatively high-end burial method to store the coffins in the catacombs. Large families can even have an entire catacombs, allowing each generation of the family to sleep together after death.

Of course, expensive and high-end, not because the catacombs are well decorated, just because people's traditions are like this.

"After you say that, I also want to know if she really forgot, or if she deliberately doesn't want to remember."

Mr. Mason said softly, and Shad caught a glimpse of his spirit looking ahead at Mrs. Watson.

"Although the past is in the past, I also want to know. After all, she forgot about it, which caused me to be buried 30 years later."

Mr. Watson said the same thing.

"Then why don't you just ask her."

"Do you know how to get her to see us?"

"do not know."

"I do not know either."

The tone of the soul dialogue was monotonous, Xia De understood that what was said in the book was correct, the souls of mortals cannot stay in the world intact without protection.The two souls around him are probably just fragments, only stronger than the phantom of the soul that Xia De summoned with [Soul Echo].

Even without interference, they would probably dissipate soon.

Weeds and trees grow vigorously in the cemetery in summer, but the dedicated gravekeepers keep the area they manage well.In the gaps between the stone roads, the height of the weeds is no more than the level of the stone steps, and in the gaps among the neat tombs, the big trees let the sun leave mottled shadows on the tombstones.

　PS: It’s not water. The plot of listening to the story before the war is meaningful.

　
(End of this chapter)