"Detective? You...you refuse to die with your eyes closed and become an undead?"
Colin trembled all over, and subconsciously took a few steps back. Looking at the translucent figure exuding cold air, he wanted to ask for help, but he was worried that his hallucination symptoms were getting worse and he would be regarded as mentally ill, so he held it back——
He thought of the scene when he saw the detective's soul at the entrance of the alley. At that time, there was a whirlpool behind him and it was cool.
"What's wrong?" A police officer passing by heard the voice, "What did you say?"
"No! It's nothing!"
Colin hesitated for a moment and did not report the situation, because the translucent figure seemed to have a poor signal at the moment and became blurry, with many snowflake-like clutter appearing on its surface.
"Mr. Varlan, you don't have to say it out loud." The figure said, "As long as you concentrate and speak in your heart, you can let me hear you."
As he spoke, the blurry figure became clear again, revealing the appearance of Detective Jameson. Even his clothes were the same as the corpse on the ground. He said: "As you can see, I am Jameson Mueller."
Colin swallowed a sip of saliva, and unconsciously moved toward a crowded place.
"Don't be afraid, I don't pose any threat to you." The detective's soul shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his gloomy face, "Look, after I died, maybe I should have gone to the kingdom of the dead, but I was stopped by you halfway.
It’s been cut off.”
"By me?" Colin's eyes widened and he exclaimed in his heart.
"Compared to this, I think you should be more concerned about why I appeared." The ghost shrugged.
"After I died, I was attracted by a great force and wanted to go somewhere. But as soon as my consciousness rose, I was pulled back by another force." He looked at Colin, who rubbed his eyebrows.
Immediately afterwards, his consciousness came into contact with the statue!
In an instant, countless flashes of light came towards him, accompanied by endless whispers, howls, and noises, like a noisy dream, turbulent and terrifying, complicated and chaotic, swarming inexplicably, and they all poured into Colin's mind!
"Ah!" He growled and covered his head.
"I disappoint you," said Jameson's ghost: "I can only keep it for a few days, maybe a week, maybe shorter."
"This is the first type, which I call 'recollection', which is to peek into the memory of the soul captured by you. But please note, it is not the whole memory, but several profound fragments, maybe two, maybe four,
I'm not sure of the specific number." Jameson changed the topic, "How about making an agreement? In the next few days, I will tell you some useful knowledge in exchange for you not to peek into my memory at will, even after my soul leaves.
, and you should not read it casually unless necessary."
The next second, the high white wall appeared in the consciousness!
The wall glowed faintly, and two huge cracks were engraved on the wall, as if they had been scratched by huge claws. One was a strange milky white, and the other was a deep black.
"Yes, I think this belongs to your ability, but I can feel that this ability is very imperfect, just like..." Jameson's soul thought for a while and gave a metaphor, "Localization is not
A foreign language book? The translation was a bit rough, and there were a lot of loopholes, so information would be leaked out, and I gained a lot."
Colin slowly calmed down. After all, he was a man who had experienced time travel. Now he just encountered a ghost. It was nothing at all...
Colin was full of doubts, but the detective's voice seemed to have magic power, and he couldn't help but follow it. His consciousness sank, and finally he simply closed his eyes.
Colin's lips twitched and he thanked him. After the people left, he whispered: "What happened just now? That statue?"
The ghost shook his head and said: "To be honest, I don't know, maybe it's the underworld? After all, what I believe in is the destination of the dead and the Lord of Silence in all things."
"Even if you say that, I can't possibly run over and tell them that the murderer is someone else. Without evidence, I can't convince anyone." Colin said in his heart.
"The localization was not done well?" Colin's heart tightened, thinking of his origins. He was a well-established immigrant. "So, what else have you discovered?"
"Mr. Varland, you must control your expression. No matter how corrupt the police in Bursonburg are, they still have basic skills. If they discover your specialness, it will be very troublesome later. You know, there is no one except you."
Can see me."
Colin couldn't help but said: "You call those memories? It's messy like paste, like countless madmen howling! All the pictures are broken, and they are coming in one after another. How can you peek?"
"Underworld? Isn't it hell or heaven?" Colin felt relieved a little. He adapted very quickly. He noticed that in the Clovis language, "heaven", "hell" and "underworld" did indeed exist.
word.
"This is your ability. I can't tell you much, but because of the imperfection of the ability, some information was revealed to me," the ghost said. "As of now, you can absorb the souls of people who have just died.
and shows two uses.”
Soul statue!
He could feel that there was a connection between himself and the statue. With just one thought, the statue could be destroyed, and the soul that relied on the statue and remained in the world would be annihilated.
The ghost said: "It's very simple. My corpse has enough answers."
"This world has supernormal power?!" Colin was surprised, but not surprised. After all, he had just traveled through time. It was the time to complete the settings, and he was naturally thirsty for knowledge. "You said there are two ways to use it? But I only saw it.
Your statue, and then...there are countless light and film fragments, it is very messy, very complicated, like a nightmare..."
There was a blue-gray light shining in his brown eyes.
In a trance, his consciousness seemed to take form and came to the depths of his soul, but it was not empty here - his consciousness seemed to have crossed a bridge and crossed a barrier, arriving at a dark mountain range.
Deep in the depths, five yellow clouds rise, occupying the five directions of southeast, northwest, and center, each supporting a cage.
"That's really unfortunate. I heard it would have many side effects." The police officer showed concern for the disabled and patted Colin on the shoulder.
"Look carefully? Deep into the soul?" Colin was stunned for a while, and then a flash of inspiration separated a ray of consciousness that went deep into the soul, touched the statue in the cage again, and then went deep into it!
Then, he noticed Colin's expression.
"I'm not you, police officer, and I don't know how to do criminal investigation." Colin shook his head.
Whose statue is it?
Thinking together, Colin's consciousness instantly arrived in front of the statue. The statue's face was lifelike, and it was Detective Jameson Mueller!
After calming down, he asked in a low voice: "Officer, are you going to be my constant companion from now on and become my portable grandpa?" He couldn't help but think, will there be a crowd watching whatever he does in the future?
What about when you're in the toilet? What about when you're doing other things? This...
"The power holding me, how should I say, is weakening. It seems to be being repelled and suppressed by something. This is also the reason why I think your ability is imperfect. At the current rate, in about another week, this
No power can restrain me."
"Yes. As the deceased, I think I have a strong say in the real murderer. This was not done by the guy who likes to cut people's wrists. It will also be good for you to find out this, at least it can reduce some suspicions." Half.
The transparent police detective stood next to Colin, looking at his body with a melancholy expression, "I still have a lot of things to do, and I didn't expect to die like this. Oh, my poor Patty, what will she do in the future?"
Woolen cloth?"
"This world is really deep."
Nodding helplessly, Colin asked: "What do you want to do? Revenge yourself? You just mentioned the murderer's modus operandi." His expression was very stiff.
"Heaven? That's the Christian view." The ghost shook his head, "Well, the most important thing now is to let them know that the murderer this time is not the original one. We can't let the real murderer go unpunished, then my death will be too much.
It’s sad.”
"Where will you go?" Colin became more and more curious.
"The second one should be called, well, how about 'Echo'? It's just right, let you experience it for yourself," Jameson's soul pointed at the police officers around him, "so as to tell them that the murderer is someone else.
.”
"But you own my soul." The ghost's voice gradually lowered, "As for you who own my soul, you can drive me away at any time if you want. I say this to tell you that you have no control over my soul.
The control is beyond your imagination! Now, feel it carefully, imagine that your consciousness has reached the depths of your soul, and give it a try. You have nothing else to do anyway, right?"
"No, it's nothing. I... the area I live in used to be a factory, and I lived there for a long time, so I'm not in good health." Colin suppressed his discomfort and made up an excuse on the spot.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The senior detective heard the voice and came closer.
Jameson said: "Look carefully, and then use your consciousness to touch the depths of my soul..."
The detective's soul smiled and said: "That's even better, we've settled on it."
"What to do?"
There is a statue in the cage in the south, which is the color of black iron.
"Okay." Colin nodded, "What about the second one?"
Colin Qi said: "How did you know?"
"What's this?"
"Wall of Spirituality."
The ghost's words sounded faintly.
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