Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 240

2021-08-05

Chapter 240 The Truth of Murder

"Normal expression, no desire to attack the living. When it appeared, it didn't make the nearby people unconsciously fall into a state of panic, and even only my ring warlock could observe it. It's not an Evil Spirit, it can only be regarded as a soul that refuses to leave."

Shade's heart Silently summed up, but on the surface it was still expressionless looking towards the church podium, recalling the Old Lady of her past life.

There are many reasons why the soul does not leave with the death of the body. In this world where the supernatural and mysticism exist, relics, the power of gods, the power of strange and evil things, the unfortunate place of death, the accidental death The date of birth and the time of death, the strange way of dying, the nature of the soul itself, etc., can all cause this phenomenon.

The attack on the ordinary person by the Evil Spirit is actually the most common supernatural incident handled by the Orthodox Church in the steam city, and one of the most harmful incidents to the ordinary person.

The reason is very simple, the Soul Body of this world has the feature of "completely immune to physical attack damage". That is to say, once the Evil Spirit is really attacked, if the ordinary person is not a devout believer wearing the holy emblem, he can basically only escape for his life, otherwise it will be useless even if the whole body is tied with a steam bomb.

The one around Shade is not the Evil Spirit, it can only be regarded as the soul that resides in the world of the living, otherwise it would have been destroyed by the power of the church. As for the reason for the appearance, Shade doesn't know, and doesn't want to know, after all, it didn't have any ill effects.

"This is probably Mr. Watson's soul, which will disappear after the funeral."

This is a good expectation for the current scene, but unfortunately he guessed wrong .

I pretended not to be able to see the soul around me, and kept looking forward for five minutes. Another cold breath appeared on the left side, and at the same time, the second man's voice appeared:
"Really Funny, I was able to see my own funeral."

Shade glanced to the left again, and sure enough, a second soul appeared.

Both souls appear to be middle-aged men in their forties, standing side by side on the carpet of the aisle leading from the church door to the pulpit. They almost blocked the door of the church, and they didn't even notice that someone was watching them quietly.

From what the second soul said when it appeared, he was the deceased Mr. Watson.

"didn't expect you to die too, Mason."

Mr. Watson said, Shade's ears moved, and Mason appeared to be Mrs. Watson's before marriage Last name, the last name of the guy who killed Mr. Watson.

Shade concentrates and takes some interest in the conversation that follows. After all, a conversation between two souls must be more exciting than a boring stranger's funeral.

"Yeah, fifteen years later than you, didn't expect to be able to see you here."

Mr. Mason said, both souls kept looking towards The previous action, not looking at each other, as if it was just a small chat during the funeral.

"I don't know why I'm here, I just heard her cry and I'm here. Greta is still so pretty, wish I was alive to see this ."

Mr Watson exclaimed.

"I also hope that I can live to see elder sister grow old. It's a pity."

Mr. Mason sighed, Shade didn't expect the soul to do the same:

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"Have you ever felt resentment for being here?"

Mr. Mason asked in a chatty tone, and Mr. Watson replied:

"That's already It's more than thirty years ago, so what's the use of resenting her?"

"She? Why resent Mrs. Watson, shouldn't it be Mr. Mason?"

Shade said suspiciously, but his expression remained the same, for fear that he would not be able to hear the entire conversation completely because he was found to be eavesdropping.

"Yeah, it's been thirty years, I still remember that rainy night when I came to your house to deliver red wine, Greta elder sister who opened the door was drunk with alcohol and blood on her body"

Mr. Mason paused:
"I always knew you guys were very conflicted, didn't expect she would kill you."

Shade blinked, actually not caring about himself at all. Looking at what, he was more interested in the conversation between the two ghosts. It appears that Mr Watson was killed not by his wife's younger brother, but by his own wife.

"She drank a lot that day and asked me about Miss Emma. You know I can't explain it."

Mr. Watson's tone was complicated, Shade wasn't like that. A person who can parse seven or eight emotions from a sentence, but at least he knows that this soul is helpless, annoyed and regretful now.

"Yeah, you can't explain it, after all that woman is pregnant with your child. Look, the middle age person in the third row is also 32 years old this year."

Mason Mr. prompted, so the conversation was interrupted for a while, and Mr. Watson's soul looked up for a long time:
"Greta did not embarrass them? Before I died, I clearly admitted it."

" She drank too much alcohol that night, and on the second day she didn't remember what she heard or did. It was I who moved your body away on that rainy night and washed the traces, Greta elder sister only remembers You had a big fight, and then you left the house in frustration."

Mr. Mason's soul told stories from the past, and Shade had a question. Of course, he didn't plan to say it, he didn't want to lose his qualification to listen to the story because of his own interjection.

"Later you 'disappeared', elder sister was very sad, I advised her to travel abroad, during which time your body was transported back, hid in the basement of your house, sealed in bricks. Behind the wall.”

“So, she was not questioned by the police and was able to continue living a decent life?”

Mr Watson concluded.

"Yes, I was suspected of murdering you, so I turned myself in. After a very unforgettable time in prison, I fell ill and passed away shortly after my release. I She didn't say anything about that night, after all, it wasn't her fault."

The two men talked about these past stories without showing much emotion, as if they were just chatting with old friends .

And Shade, who was eavesdropping on the conversation, was already thinking about telling Miss Luysha what she saw today. This is probably a very good writing material. I accept this commission, but I want to relax before the war, and take a look at Mister Luo by the way. Now hearing such an interesting story, the time spent this afternoon is no longer a waste.

The conversation between Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason was temporarily over. They stood side by side and watched Mr. Watson's former friends say goodbye one after another. The two souls were only from time to time. Comment on the appearance of old friends in old age, apart from this is not much to talk about.

And when the last priest came to power and commented on Mr. Watson's life, Mr. Mason scoffed at the comment of "loyalty to love", and even more when he heard that "he was generous by nature and benevolent." It was Mr. Watson who taunted his side.

The latter is not angry, just calmly explaining his life. Shade heard Mr. Watson's confession in its entirety. If what he said was true, then this should be a typical middle-aged businessman who was lustful and greedy for money.

There is no evil, but definitely not a good person.

At the end of the church's funeral ceremony, everyone stood up and prayed for Mr. Watson along with the pastor. Shade stood up too, repeating the words of blessing to the voice of the aged old priest.

The two souls did not speak with everyone, but when everyone was seated and the priest announced that the coffin could be moved to the crypt, Mr. Watson suddenly asked a question, that was also Shade listening to the story Questions that arise from time to time:
"You said. Did Greta really completely forget about that rainy night? Or was it just"

". My younger brother is in prison."

Mr. Mason finished the second half of the sentence.

When Shade heard this, he quickly glanced at the two souls, worried that they would suddenly become Evil Spirit. But fortunately, they just asked questions and remained emotionally calm.

Everyone stood up, and four professional coffin lifters from the church lifted the coffin on the shelf in the aisle. The priest, Mrs. Watson, Shade, and Mr. Watson's younger brother, Johns Watson, were the first to leave the church, the coffin being lifted followed closely from behind, and the last ones came to see off relatives and friends.

The two souls did not leave, nor did they stay in the church, but moved forward with the team, just by Shade's side.

Shade continued to listen to the conversation between the two souls as he watched Mrs. Watson shed tears while being held up by middle-aged bodyguards.

Follow the stone pavement that connects to the small lecture hall, walk one hundred steps forward and turn left. Coffins are parked in the underground tomb, which is a relatively high-end burial method. The Great Family can even have an entire underground tomb, so that each generation of the family can sleep together after death.

Of course, expensive and high-end, not because the catacombs are well decorated, but simply because people's traditions are like that.

"When you say that, I'd also like to know if she really forgot, or if she didn't want to remember."

Mr. Mason said softly, and Shade caught a glimpse of him. The soul looked towards Mrs Watson in front.

"Although the past is over, I want to know the same. After all, she forgot about it, and it took thirty years for me to be buried."

Waugh Mr. Center said the same.

"Then why don't you just ask her."

"Do you know how to make her see us?"

"I don't know."

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"I don't know either."

The tone of the soul's dialogue was monotonous, and Shade understood that what was said in the book was right. The soul of mortals is not protected, and the impossible resides in the world intact. The two souls around him are probably just like fragments, only stronger than the soul illusory shadow called by Shade with [Soul Echo].

Even without intervention, they may soon dissipate.

Weeds and trees grow vigorously in the cemetery in summer, but the area under their management is well groomed by the dedicated grave keeper. In the gaps of the stone pavement, the height of the weeds is only as high as the stone steps, and in the gaps in the neat graves, the large trees make the sun leave mottled shadows on the tombstones.

PS: It's not water, it's meaningful to listen to the plot of the story before the war.