Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 228

2021-07-31

Chapter 228 The Scarlet Room
"Sad news so would you be able to help put the money To Mr. Le Maire's family? I think they need the money very much."

Although knowing that Mrs. Le Maire's commission was fine, Shade did not forget to continue the show. Then, as he expected, Mr. Delar waved at him:

"I know that Le Maire has a distant relative in Tobesque who can inherit the estate, but only the lawyer knows the exact address. Since he He has passed away unfortunately, and I think there is no need to repay the money.”

Mr. Delar and Mister Le Maire are old friends who have known each other for many years, and it is a bit sentimental to say this.

After Shade pretended to be enthusiastic and comforted a few words, Mr. Delar found a glass and red wine and had a drink with Shade. When the two clink glasses, they wish the soul of Mr. Le Maire, who was buried in the seabed, to rest in peace.

Shade has achieved his purpose, and there is no need to stop. After drinking, he planned to leave immediately, but the liquid in the glass reminded him of another red liquid, so out of curiosity, he blinked his eyes and used the spell [Echo of Blood] to observe the room.

The result was much unexpected, the floor and walls were normal, but the entire ceiling was filled with a blood-colored halo. This is not because the ceiling is stained with blood, but the blood seeps down from the top of the second floor.

Judging from this amount, Shade had a hard time imagining what was going on upstairs.

"Are you sure that Mr. Delar is the ordinary person?"

I had already confirmed it when I entered the door, but I couldn't help but ask.

[Very confirmed. ]

"That's good."

It seems that there are still some things that need to be investigated clearly about Le Maire's estate commission. And since the other party is just an ordinary person, Shade thinks he doesn't need to pretend he doesn't see it.

He nodded, put down the wine glass in his hand, took out his pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at it:
"It's getting late, then Mr. Delar, we'll meet again."

Having stood up, Mr. Delar also escorted Shade to the door normally.

Opening an umbrella at the door, the young outlander nodded to Mr. Delar again, and then walked into the rain.

An hour later, Shade returned from the hotel. He changed into his drenched suit from diving, a cloak with a hood, and a mask on his face, standing in the alley behind Mr. Delar's house without an umbrella. inside.

Mermaid Alley is a very good alley nearby. The ground is covered with bluestone slabs. Even on such a rainy day, you will not step into the mud with one foot. But the alley behind the row of second layer buildings, like the alleys that can be seen everywhere in this era, has completely turned into a mud pit under the immersion of rainwater. Not many people are willing to come to this kind of place, so it is also convenient for Shade to move.

I observed the metal pipe on the back wall, tried to shake it and found that it was still strong, so I climbed up the pipe. This kind of pipe fixed on the wall will be fixed with clips and steel nails at intervals, so it is also convenient for Shade's action.

Climbing to the second floor, seeing that the distance was almost there, he touched his pocket with one hand, chanted the incantation and dropped the frog's legs, and then swooped, with a bouncing power that a normal person absolutely does not have. , the whole person jumped to the window sill of the second floor window.

There were some flower pots on the windowsill, but when Shade hit them, some of them fell off. But the rain was so loud that there was almost no sound coming from the flowerpot falling into the mud.

According to the location of the living room, now this window should be the room with blood. But the curtains were closed, so Shade asked:
"Can you feel the elements?"

[Not yet. ]

I tried to push the window, but it was locked with a brass buckle from the inside.

But it was not difficult for Shade, with a wave of his palm forward, the curved moonlight precisely cut the metal window frame, and then broke the lock inside. Likewise, the slight shattering of glass and the sound of metal breaking were also covered up in the rain.

I didn't open the window immediately, but held my breath and listened to the sound inside for a while. After confirming that he was not found, he gently pushed the window to open a gap.

The smell of blood wafted from the cracks in the windows almost immediately and quickly dissipated in the dampness of the heavy rain.

Shade couldn't help frowning. Instead of pushing the window open immediately, he squatted on the window sill and carefully raised the curtains in front of him with his fingers.

The room was actually bright. From the cracks in the window, you could see six long red candles, which were inserted on the floor covered with fresh blood. A huge hexagram was drawn on the ground with jet-black plasma, and six candles were placed on the six vertices.

At the same time, some strange ancient characters were written in the gaps between the six-mang star design, and some glass utensils with meat balls were placed.

In the interior of the room behind the curtains, all furniture has been emptied, except for the wall where the invisible window is located, the other three walls are all prayers written in common language, and of course the paint. blood.

Looking up towards the ceiling, several human skulls are nailed to the top, and ropes are attached to the nails, hanging down from the ceiling. Because the windows were opened and the outside wind poured in, those skulls swayed slightly, and the dim rays of light of the candles were particularly infiltrating.

"There is still no trace of the Four Elements or Spirit?"

[No. ]

"Then I understand."

The terrifying scene in the room made the expression behind the mask a little more serious:
"This is the cult worship of the ordinary person."

Not only the ring warlock will believe in Evil God for strength, the worship of Evil God in the ordinary person is the most numerous type of cult.

Maybe it was because I contacted and joined the sect, maybe I just saw something in a book and derived worship, maybe I came into contact with some special items, maybe it was family reasons, maybe it was because of my brain. Question. But either way, in the words of senior priest Larter Augustus-

Any cultists should be executed immediately, those guys don't have any need to be saved.

Mr. Delar should be a cultist in the ordinary person, and the thing in the room is some kind of mystery that he is going on. The layout of the room looks a bit like a so-called evil ceremony, but in fact, based on Shade's shallow knowledge, this ridiculous ceremony doesn't conform to the basic ceremony at all, it's more like something conjured up by an ordinary person.

The ceremony itself will not have any effect, but it is also quite dangerous. A world where supernatural power really exists, even if the ceremony is incorrect, it may also attract some kind of terrifying twisting power.

The Orthodox Church strictly forbids such behaviors. The contemporary Five Gods Church is relatively mild in the eyes of the public, but if it is found that this scene is not Shade, but the Church, then Mr. Delar will probably be immediately arrested. put to death.

"Things seem to get a little complicated. So speaking of which, that legacy. How on earth did the crew member Le Maire die? Could it be that Mrs Le Maire was inadvertently involved in some conspiracy? Or , these two things are actually unrelated."

Shade thought about it, pushed the window open enough to get in, and jumped in from the window sill, boots on the plasma felt terrible.

He gently closed the window behind him, glanced at the wall with the window, and immediately saw a tripod placed against the foot of the wall. On the tripod was a large book spread out.

Not hearing footsteps outside, Shade walked over and flipped through the book a little. The black leather cover, the dark blue faded ink, and the yellowed and moth-eaten pages look a lot like a so-called ancient mysticism book.

But Shade glanced at it and knew that everything in it was made up through imagination, not systematic, the content was ridiculous, and the terminology was completely wrong. It's okay to deceive the ordinary person, but any warlock can see the truth of this book at a glance.

The only thing that surprised him was that the page on which the big book with the title "Conch Text" was opened was the ceremony who prayed to Evil God for the lifting of the curse.

The pentagram ceremony pattern on the ground is exactly the same as the hand-painted pattern on this page, indicating that the owner of this place, Jason Delar, did not have a broken head to worship Evil God, but wanted to pray. The opponent removes the curse.

Things seem to be getting weirder.

Putting his hand on the book and letting the woman's voice in his heart confirm that the book itself is just an ordinary item, he took out the revolver from his waist. I glanced at it to make sure I got it right, so I quietly walked to the door and slammed on the floor deliberately.

The silence downstairs continued for a second, before Shade heard the sound of a china teacup falling to the ground. The sound of going upstairs sounded, but the footsteps did not enter this room, but the room next door.

The chair is pushed away, the lock is turned, the drawer is pulled open, and then there is the sound of bullets being pushed in.

The panicked Mr. Delar pulled off the safety of the cold gun in his hand with trembling fingers, and then cautiously walked out the door.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his forehead outside.

Shade in a black robe, dripping with water, is standing in the corridor. For some reason, Mr. Delar was still relaxed when he saw that the opponent was a human and the weapon was a firearm.

He probably thought that his ceremony had really brought in something amazing.

"Put down your weapon."

Shade's dull voice came from behind the mask, the middle age person didn't recognize the youngster who came to visit not long ago. He hesitated, Shade snorted lightly.

"Oh!"

Under the effect of the spell, flames shot up from the sleeve of Mr. Delar's hand holding the gun, and he immediately dropped the pistol in panic. And beat the wall with his sleeve to put out the fire.

The flames were quickly extinguished, and he shivered as he tried to turn his head to escape, but was kicked by Shade in the crook of his leg.

Sit on the ground in horror, with his back against the wall, Shade's gun still pointed at his forehead. From the inexplicable fire in his sleeve just now, the middle age person has already understood what a stranger is:
"Ring warlock."

"Yes."

"Help me, you I can give you anything you want."

Raising his hands, he even wanted to hug Shade's arm, but the muzzle moved, and he didn't dare to move immediately.

“Save you?”

Shade raised the gun in his hand and pointed to the room covered in blood:

“Now, follow me into this room. next room, tell me what happened to you."

"I said anything, I can give you money and save me!"

(end of this chapter)

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