At ten o'clock in the morning on Sunday, although the city was still hazy with fog, Saint Teresa's Square was still bustling with passersby in the increasingly autumn weather.
The heavy rain last night washed away the city, and even in the early morning, the autumn rain was still falling, but the pattering did not affect travel that much.
Under the gloomy sky, countless black umbrellas touched each other and then separated, but this did not affect the well-dressed gentlemen talking to each other, nor did it affect the well-dressed young people walking holding official documents. The carriage washed into dark brown by the rain came from
Driving from a distance, the horse's hooves stepped on the puddles, and stopped smoothly outside the door of No. 6 Saint Teresa Square in the falling rain.
Dr. Schneider, who was wearing a black coat, got off the carriage and immediately jumped up the steps and came under the rain eaves. After paying the fare, he looked at Saint Teresa Square in the rain and tightened his collar:
"It's raining again, and it looks like the weather will get colder and colder."
The carriage drove away slowly, but was soon stopped by Shade's neighbor, Mr. Smith, who had just gone out.
The old gentleman was wearing a decent formal suit, so he probably had something important to do. He also noticed Dr. Schneider, and after nodding to each other, Mr. Smith left in a carriage.
"I think I've seen that person in the newspaper. Isn't he the former chief secretary of the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance? Sure enough, those who can live in such a neighborhood are definitely not ordinary citizens."
The doctor thought in surprise, looked up at the raindrops falling like a string of pearls from the eaves, then turned around and rang the doorbell:
After a while, footsteps were heard on the stairs. The door was opened, and Shade, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, looked at the doctor outside with a smile:
"You are really on time, exactly ten o'clock, not even a minute late. Oh, it's still raining, please come in quickly."
"Of course I am on time. I charge patients according to their time. I have a strong sense of time."
The middle-aged man with blue eyes boasted, and suddenly twitched his nose while standing at the door:
"When did you still have the habit of burning incense?"
As he walked into the door, he noticed something was wrong under his feet:
"When did you lay a carpet in the foyer? Isn't this carpet cheap? My clinic is not willing to lay such expensive products."
Looking up along the carpet, I saw the carpet extending all the way to the stairs:
"When are you going to greet me? You don't have to go to great lengths to cover the stairs with flower petals, right? Do you want to borrow money from me?"
The doctor said with a smile, and bent down to pick up a petal:
"It's still fresh. Are these flowers from last night?"
He understood immediately, nodded slightly, looked at the young man who was closing the door and joked:
"This must be prepared for girls. Someone stayed here last night? You really spent money on the atmosphere."
Shade hugged the cat, which had been sulking all night, and nodded hesitantly:
"Yes."
"Don't worry, I won't tell the third person."
The doctor patted Shade on the shoulder:
"I understand young people of your age very well. I won't ask who the other person is, but you have to pay attention to your private life. I don't guarantee what Anat will do if she hears about it. Oh, these flowers are not cheap.
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They walked up the stairs together, and the doctor noticed that from the first floor to the second floor, it was actually covered with flowers, not just the area at the door.
"It's not the gold pound I spent."
Shade rubbed his neck and walked in front. The memory of last night was chaotic and hot. Looking back, he still suspected that everything last night was his imagination. However, this imagination was a bit too bold.
[That was not a dream, and you still hugged one person and called another person’s name.]
"You actually asked a lady to spend money?"
The doctor was a little surprised and had no idea what Shade was thinking.
"It's true that the lady spent the money, but one lady prepared it for another lady."
The middle-aged psychiatrist frowned. Fortunately, Bill Schneider had rich social experience and was well-informed. He figured it out after thinking for a few seconds:
"Wait, there was more than one lady who stayed here last night? Oh, detective, it was me who led you out of blindness and ignorance, and I have the obligation to give you some life advice. I have always known that you have a good character.
But why on this issue."
"Doctor, it's not what you think. We won't discuss this! But I want to clarify that I am not that kind of person."
Shade yawned and said that he had actually been up for an hour, washing, feeding the cat, cleaning, and preparing breakfast for the girls who were hugging each other drowsily. Although the power of the first fire is not as good as that of divinity, it can make these
His body was more energetic and he was not sleepy at all. He yawned at this time just to cover up his embarrassment.
He walked up in a hurry and changed the subject:
"Let's go to the third floor. I have a way to find souls, so I want to try to see if I can find the souls of Mr. Sherf Tim and Miss Shana Aya."
Hearing Sha De mention these two names, the doctor was startled, and then he stopped talking about Sha De's private life.
He sighed slowly:
"Thank you for your help in keeping this matter in mind, but I don't think it can be found easily."
The two of them came to the second floor together, and then continued to walk towards the upper floor. When the doctor saw that the door of Room 1 on the second floor was closed, he knew that the two ladies had not left yet. Shade, who was holding Mia, also looked at
He walked toward the door and raised his eyebrows, thinking of his surprise when he woke up this morning and saw people on both sides leaning on his shoulders.
After waking up, apart from being kissed by the sleepy girls, what he was most worried about was actually what would happen once Luvia knew about this.
And when he expressed this concern, Dorothy said nothing, and Lecia squinted her eyes and answered in a daze:
"How on earth did she stay alone for a night before? She is really amazing."
Shade and the doctor entered the corridor on the third floor together. Shade summoned the life ring and used [True Death] to emit a spiritual light in the center of the corridor. Two old black iron fences that were incompatible with the corridor immediately appeared.
Dr. Schneider stood behind Shade hesitantly and heard Shade say:
"The end of eternity protects me before the end."
With a clattering sound, the iron chains holding the two fence doors were automatically untied and wrapped around the fence like a black iron snake.
"Shade, why do you always have such strange places in your house? After I swallowed the Balrog last time, you also asked me to go to a door in the basement to calm the risk of losing control. How do I remember that this place was originally a place of life and death?
boundary?"
“I scrapped the [Traveler’s Travel Gate] and found a way to install a gate here so that I no longer have to worry about the border being out of control.”
Shade said, and then pushed the fence door in front of him. As the door was pushed inwards silently, what was behind was not the second half of the corridor on the third floor, but a fog door with white mist crawling:
"Doctor, hold my hand."
Shade held little Mia in his arms and walked into the white mist with the doctor.
"This place is really similar to the [Dark Dungeon] you asked me to go to."
There are countless tombstones standing in the white mist. The square stone tombstone stuck diagonally under the feet is the clearest, but there are no letters on it.
Shade informed Dr. Schneider about the general situation of the Soul Cemetery. Hearing that "any soul heading toward death can be found here," the doctor immediately understood what Shade was thinking:
"If their souls have been freed, even at the cost of complete fragmentation, I can still see them. If their souls are still imprisoned"
He took the knife from Shade and carefully engraved Mr. Sherf Tim's name, date of birth and death, and cause of death on the tombstone at his feet, but after waiting for a long time, nothing happened.
"Try another one."
Shade encouraged.
The two moved to another tombstone and carved the name of Miss Shana Aya, but when they looked at the thick white fog around them, no soul appeared.
This means that the two souls were just kidnapped and did not reach the end. Just like the souls residing in the material world, they cannot be called here. Although the doctor had no hope, but seeing that it still failed, he could not help but feel a little a little bit.
Frustrated.
"Doctor, don't worry, I haven't used this place before. Maybe our approach is wrong. Let me give it a try, you see."
Shade encouraged, then took the knife and squatted in front of another cross tombstone. He held the cat in one hand and carefully carved with the other hand:
The peeling stone chips fell but disappeared quickly. After finishing the carving, Shade stood up and looked around with the doctor. Then he noticed a black shadow appearing deep in the white mist behind the tombstone.
The shadow was far away in the white mist, but it was coming. As he got closer and closer, the figure gradually became clearer.
The middle-aged man wearing a black deerstalker hat and leaning on a cane stared at Shade with bright eyes. The soul of Sparrow Hamilton really appeared.
"This place can indeed summon souls. It seems that the souls of Mr. Tim and Miss Aya have not been shattered at least."
The doctor comforted himself, but saw Xia De hesitantly looking at the soul he didn't recognize.
Dr. Schneider didn't know what the story was between Shade and Sparrow Hamilton, but he still encouraged:
"Now that he has been called out, let's talk to him. Are you inheriting his inheritance and are you still his nephew in name?"
He knew that Shade was just a tramp before and was not related to Sparrow Hamilton, but he didn't know about Gray Gloves.
"It's rare for normal people to have the opportunity to talk to the deceased. Say something."
The doctor said again, then carefully stepped back.
Shade nodded and looked at the former detective standing behind the tombstone, only to find that the other person was also looking at him. The last time they looked at each other at such a close distance was in the early morning of midsummer, when one person arrived and another person left.
