Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 126

2021-07-08

Chapter 126 Accidental Arrival

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when I came to the club, and It's getting closer to dusk now. In the misty mist, the carriage set off slowly, Shade was thinking about his next spending and repayment plan, and Miss Beas was probably thinking about what she would gain after reporting the important information. So the two sat opposite each other on the carriage, but they just chatted.

Once some sensitive topics are discussed, such as the small earthquake in Lakeview Manor and southern Tobesque, or the operation of a detective agency, Shade will immediately mention the other party's "nominal police officer". identity, forcing Miss Beas to take the initiative to prepare new topics.

The detective in a good mood even plans to take Xiaomia out for a big meal tonight. He has never come into this world with so much money, and while he knows he needs to save, it's okay to celebrate once in a while.

"But don't forget the 'delivery' task tomorrow night."

Shade thought, looking towards the outside of the car through the carriage's window. Because the map of Tobesque has been memorized recently, the outsiders know that the street they are passing through is called Hammerhead Street.

From the way the street is named, it is known that this street is not the main street in the city. In fact, it is close to the slums in the East District of Tobesque. If it is night, even the driver is reluctant to take this road.

The steam age was displayed before Shade through this tiny window, the burning smell of air rushing into his lungs, reminding him of the character of this civilization.

The walls on both sides of the street, which are not very wide, are all clinging to metal pipes. The shops on the street are drawn into their own houses from the pipelines, while the apartment buildings demand steam and gas directly from the main pipeline underground.

The barefooted children were playing on the street, and the sullen beggar lay indifferently on the straw mat by the wall, but there was nothing in the wooden bowl in front of him.

Occasionally, the middle-aged gentleman who passed through this street hurriedly walked along the street with a disgusted expression on his nose. The shouting voice of the coachman reminded the people in front to pay attention to avoidance, and the sound of horses' hooves stepping on the uneven ground was extraordinarily rhythmic.

The impact of this scene was not as shocking as when Shade first stepped out of the house and saw the times, but it also gave him a different feeling.

"I noticed that you've been looking at the children on the street."

Miss Bayas, who was bored on the carriage journey, asked, her hands pressing down on her skirt , that's a very ladylike sitting position.

"Just sometimes thinking that some people can be born without worrying about hunger, and some people have to spend their entire lives."

"Get rid of hunger?"

Miss Bayas asked, and Shade didn't look away from the window:

"The poor people can't get rid of these in their entire lives, they can only spend their lives to free the next generation and even the next generation from hunger. "

Miss Beas didn't expect Shade to say such a thing. She didn't know how to continue, but she understood what Shade meant:
"Detective, don't think about it." This kind of thing, it's better to do something real. For example, I will volunteer at the Supreme Sun Cult every week, so as to help these children."

"But you can help one or two, help Dozens, what about the rest of the children?"

"But we are only mortals, we are not gods, we can only do what we can do."

Bei Miss Yass obviously has her own opinion on this matter:
"If the goal is too far away, it is better to just look at the feet. Even if you can't reach that distant goal in your whole life, at least you are always moving forward, and also You are driving others forward, so that one day, someone will be able to reach the end. Detective, what are you looking at?"

Shade looked at her in surprise:
"It's nothing, just I didn't expect to get such an answer from a young girl. This kind of thinking is amazing."

Maybe this is what Miss Anat is looking for, qualified to stand in front of the final door of the chosen. If Shade was in awe of her just because of the identity of the other party before, now she is sincerely admiring her idea.

Outsiders have seen so many things before they can understand this truth, and this young girl in this relatively ignorant world actually had such a realization when she was less than eighteen years old.

"Is that so? It's just my own opinion, not a detective, but your opinion is actually quite good." It's a little sorry.

This era seems prosperous, but society needs to change. The beauty of the steam age, whether in the hometown or here, this prosperity is based on some kind of foundation.

The stranger has seen more and understood more. Of course, he won't say his thoughts for the time being, that will only make others look at him with strange eyes.

Miss Beas's idea is actually quite good, but in this world of mysterious and extraordinary existence, although the power of mortals is insufficient, the power of gods may be sufficient.

After the carriage exits Hammerhead Street, continue west. On this boring Wednesday summer evening, under the hazy mist, it seemed that even the city was about to fall into a stupor.

Perhaps because of too many things going on at the Lucky Southern Cross Club, Shade was a little sleepy in the silence between chats. The opposite of Miss Bayas seems to be the same, so unconsciously, both of them fell into a drowsiness.

In the dream, Shade once again stood on the ridge under the Star Sea and looked up at the silver moon. He thought that in the fantasy created by 【Innocent Creator】, the night sky actually only had a silver moon. . He was about to express some opinions in his dream, but the voice in his ear made him have to wake up:

[Dangerous. ]

The "other me" of the ring warlock is the price of contact with mysterious, having another voice in the head is a sign that they are different from the ordinary person. The "other me" doesn't need sleep, it's hard to define what they are, and most people say it's the other side of the soul. But in short, ring warlocks don't need to worry about accidents during sleep, because there will always be "another pair of eyes" watching for them.

The babble in Shade's head is weird, but it has all the functions that an "other me" should have. So, when the warning of danger came in his ears and the ring of life in his soul turned, Shade escaped from that wondrous slumber.

"Ha, I knew that this trip would definitely be in trouble!"

Not only was he not surprised, he was rather glad that his expectations came true.

Opening his eyes, he was still sitting in the carriage, but Miss Beas was gone, leaving only the woman's handbag on the seat. The four-wheeled carriage stopped moving, looking out of the half-open window, it seemed to be parked in a remote alley. The rays of light at dusk could barely penetrate the narrow alley, and the pungent smell in the alley made him almost make a sound.

Shade should not have been lethargic for long.

"What happened?"

[You and your companion were affected by the spell, she was taken away about 10 seconds ago. ]

"What's the situation?"

The murmuring voice did not respond. Instead, there was a conversation outside the window. It was a conversation between two men:
"Are they the ones who entered the room at the club and searched?"

The voice was rough and powerful, with a distinctly non-local accent.

"Yes, I saw it with my Mystic Art. The one in the car is the ordinary person detective, this woman is the ring warlock of the Orthodox Church, and I saw it at the Lakeview Manor when the silver-eyed person left. She."

The voice was a local accent, and it seemed to be that of a coachman.

PS: Added 12/15.