After explaining his funeral affairs, the detective on the bed closed his eyes. Shade pursed his lips and waited for a while, then freed his hand and tested his breath and pulse.

"died?"

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

Before he could make any further reaction, a black light suddenly flashed across the corpse's face. Shade didn't even see what the light was, and it dispersed in the air and disappeared.

And as the light disappeared from the corpse, the body, which was as thin as if it had been starved to death, gradually became plump. Detective Hamilton's body gradually returned to normal, until it turned into a normal corpse.

"How is this normal? What is happening now?"

In the silence of the room, Shade looked around with some uneasiness. The uneasiness was not about being alone in the room with the corpse, but the uneasiness about a strange environment. The woman's voice in his mind sounded again, as if to remind Shade that this was not a place.

"people":

【You have come into contact with ‘Whispers’.】

"What contact? What whisper? Can you elaborate?"

But the voice still didn't give an answer.

[Whispers] is one of the "Four Extraordinary Elements" that the detective just said. Obviously the so-called [Relics] and [Whispers] are the truth that led to his death. But this truth is too superficial, and Shade is unable to know more.

.

Looking at the corpse on the bed, I surprisingly didn't feel too much panic.

At this moment, Shade really hoped that this was an act, but he knew that it couldn't be an act. He stood by the bed in silence for a while, tried to stay as quiet as possible, walked around the four-poster bed to the window, and carefully opened the heavy curtains.

, Immediately, the weak morning sunlight shone in through the gray fog on the street and the glass on the window.

"It's morning now?"

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

Bang bang bang~

The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded at this moment, startling Shade. He subconsciously let go of the curtain, but immediately held it and opened it completely. The street was outside this window, and he had no time to look at the steam in the fog.

Scenery of the times. First, I looked down to confirm that the person knocking on the door was the corpse carrier. I could see the carriage pulling the corpse, and then I turned around and opened the door.

"Being able to accurately know the time of his death is why the body transporter contacted can arrive so accurately."

He said in his heart and pushed open the bedroom door. Outside was the living room. There were also metal pipes that looked like gas pipes climbing up the walls. Solid wood furniture and various piles of books and documents. A small blackboard hanging on the wall, very formal.

The coffee table and fabric sofa combination is also very similar to the style of a detective agency.

The curtains were not drawn in the living room, and the early morning light shone in, and the light shone obliquely on the floor in front of Sha De's feet. In the light, dust was floating quietly, all of which made Sha De feel like he was in another world when he walked out of the dim room.

Open the latch and anti-theft chain of the door, and directly opposite is the staircase that spirals downwards, and there is a door next door. In other words, there are a total of two residences on this floor, which is somewhat like an apartment building in a Sherlock Holmes novel.

Circling down the stairs, from the second floor to the first floor, the stairs lead directly to the foyer. On one side of the foyer, the passage connecting the first floor is completely blocked by wooden boards, and only the foyer is available on the entire first floor.

"So, there won't be any housekeeper-style landlady. But why should the first floor be sealed off?"

He passed by the shoe cabinet, held up the fallen umbrella, glanced at the gas lamp on the wall above the shoe cabinet, and opened the door with the light.

The silent old man in a black coat stood at the door, with a sign of overlapping leaves hanging on his chest. The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Shade:

"Shad Hamilton?"

The language he used was consistent with that of the dead detective, both of which were called Delarian.

"Yes."

Shade nodded somewhat cautiously and motioned for the old man to follow him upstairs. So the old man greeted the depressed middle-aged man behind him who was calming the horse, and the three of them walked up the stairs together. Shade didn't know what to say, so he led the way in silence.

They came to the bedroom on the second floor of the room with the door number "No. 1".

The old man and the middle-aged man first confirmed that Detective Hamilton on the bed was really dead, and then handed Shade a document that required his signature.

It was a confirmation document confirming that the body was handed over to the City Public Cemetery Management Office for processing. Below it were two official seals from the City Public Cemetery Management Office and the City Funeral Committee.

The old man and the middle-aged man checked the condition of the body. Shade sat at the desk in the bedroom and picked up a pen.

At this time, he realized that he could listen and read, but he could not write. Fortunately, the knowledge he had just received not only gave him the ability to speak, but also had the ability to write. He translated the name into "Human Northern Common Language" with a similar pronunciation.

Delarian," he intended to sign.

The content of the document is nothing noteworthy. It is probably to confirm that the body has been handed over and that the money for the funeral has been paid. This is a standard document for printing. It is possible that typewriters with mechanical gear structures were already available in this era.

"But judging from another signature on the document belonging to the secretariat of the committee, the name in this world is very similar to the West in the previous life. It is divided into three parts. For official documents, the middle name must be added. The first name is 'Xia De', and the surname can follow.

'Hamilton', but the middle name..."

He didn't know yet whether the dead Mr. Hamilton gave the original owner of the body a middle name. But now was not the time to rummage through the room, he had to come up with a name immediately to deal with it temporarily.

【Suellen.】

The murmuring voice sounded in my mind again, and the voice gave a word. This word exists in both the ancient language used by the woman and the lingua franca of the northern kingdom used by the detective, and its meaning is [Silver Moon].

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

Shade tried to communicate again, and the woman's voice reciting poetry really sounded:

[This is destiny, stranger, the silver moon is your destiny. When you gather the four elements and open the door to the extraordinary, the meaning will naturally appear. 】

Frowning, Shade thought for a moment and signed his name:

Shade Suellen Hamilton.

The body transporter did not ask Shade to provide a death certificate or cause of death report, let alone notify the police of an autopsy.

After getting the "Power of Attorney for the Transfer of the Body" from Shade, he gave him a receipt indicating the location of the grave, and then silently moved the body of Mr. Hamilton, who was wearing pajamas.

Shade sent them to the door downstairs without going out. He watched the body being put into the coffin in the carriage, and the middle-aged man drove the carriage, carrying the coffin and the old man, and left together.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Sparrow Hamilton."

Thinking silently in his heart, he closed the door and Shade stood in the hall for a while before going upstairs again. The stranger's steps were a little heavy, but there was no one else around, yet he felt inexplicably relaxed:

"It's simpler than I thought. I didn't ask about the cause of Mr. Hamilton's death. I didn't even care about whether I was really Shad Hamilton. I didn't even ask for a tip for moving the body... The people in this world are simple, or is Mr. Hamilton already dead?"

Got everything sorted?"

The corpse left this place with many secrets, and this place temporarily belonged to Shade, a despicable foreigner who had taken over someone else's body. In fact, he still had many questions that he wanted to ask Mr. Hamilton, and countless questions waiting to be answered.

But people cannot be resurrected after death, so he must accept the fact that the other party is dead and work hard to gain a foothold in this world.

The only good news is that the house on the second floor that used to belong to Mr. Sparrow Hamilton now belongs to Shade. He suddenly became a homeowner in this different world that resembled the Victorian era in the mid-19th century.

The first floor was boarded up, the room "No. 2" next to the second floor was locked from the outside, and the stairs leading to the third floor were completely broken. Therefore, Shade was the only one left in the house at the moment.

He returned to the room numbered "1" on the second floor and carefully checked the study, living room, bathroom and bedroom. After confirming that no one was really there, he took a deep breath and sat on the sofa in the living room filled with sunlight.

He tilted his head and looked out the window at the morning fog.

Of course, that's not natural fog, that's haze.

Shade finally had time to sort out the current situation:

"I traveled through time and inherited a detective agency. The original owner of the body may have a brain problem, and was trained by the former detective to help him complete a seemingly simple task after death... Sparrow Hamilton

Detective, there is definitely a secret. There is extraordinary power in this world. The death of the detective and the voice in my head prove this. What I need is to gather the four elements. The death of the detective has brought me into contact with the 'Whisper'...

..."

He rubbed his face, but the current situation was at least not bad. Although Mr. Sparrow Hamilton died suddenly, there were many things that Shade had not figured out yet. But at least, Shade had a foothold in a new world.

This is enough to support him to live, explore the secrets of this world, and maybe find a way home.

Shade is not a person who takes things easy, but he is also not a person who complains about everything. It is certainly unfortunate that he left his hometown for no reason and came here. All he can do for the time being is to accept it, live well, and try to live a better life.

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

Shade sighed softly, and the woman's laughter sounded in his mind, as pleasant as the breeze blowing through the lavender fields.
Chapter completed!