Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 242

2021-08-06

Chapter 242 Moon Dance Festival

After making an appointment with the two ghosts, Shade returned to the tomb area again The Lawn High Level in front of the entrance to the catacombs awaits.

The wait was more than half an hour, and there was a simple farewell ceremony in the crypt. The guests who came to attend the funeral also understood the mood of Mrs. Watson.

And while Shade was standing under the tree, someone finally took the initiative to chat with him. It was the business partner of Mrs. Watson, who owned a coal processing plant in the south of the city.

He knew Shade's identity, so he asked Shade if he could help with some troublesome permit documents:
"To make the air in the city a little better, Tobeske recently treated us like this The factory that emits exhaust gas has put forward a request for the opening time. Mr. Hamilton, do you know how much money this will cost me?"

The middle-aged fat businessman wearing a tie coughed, not pretending. There seems to be a real problem with his lungs:

"I have to say that there is absolutely no evidence that the fog in the city is harmful, and there is no evidence that these dense fogs can make people sick. I even think This 'industrial smell' makes children stronger. Mr. Hamilton, I won't let you help in vain."

He coughed again, his face flushed and his lungs flushed. Like the sound of a broken bellows.

Of course Shade is short of money, but he won't take this kind of unethical money, even more how he has no way to go to the city hall to clear the relationship. So he politely refused the fat businessman's request. The latter seemed to think that Shade thought that the reward was not enough, so he could only mumble away, complaining in a low voice about the greed and shameless of the "noble gentlemen".

"Whoever has it."

Shade thought to himself, gaining a deeper understanding of the madness and ignorance of this age.

While waiting, the already gloomy sky finally started to rain. The people on the lawn could only hurry back to the chapel and wait, while Mrs. Watson's servants waited for the entire group to come back with umbrellas.

It was raining more and more, so when the priest, the cemetery and Mr. Watson's relatives returned to the church, Mrs. Watson said the funeral was over with just a few words of thanks.

As the guests left, Mrs. Watson and the grave keeper stood by the church podium, talking about the management of the burial chamber, where she would also be placed after her death.

And Johns Watson, the younger brother of Mr. Watson, the protagonist of the funeral, stayed to chat with Shade. In fact, even if he didn't come to Shade, Shade would go to him, after all, the conversation with old lady Watson needs some reason later.

There is no connection between Shade and this middle age person, but little Watson still attaches great importance to Shade's identity, and his words reveal that he knows that Shade is very popular with Duchess Galina. In addition to thanking Shade for coming today, he also talked about his own family affairs in a half-complaint way, which is to bring Shade closer:

"Before this funeral, we had no contact with that woman for more than ten years. The father and mother always believed that she killed the big brother. Even if her younger brother died of illness, our family has been reluctant to forgive her."

But in Shade's opinion, no matter what Whether it is a man who has an extramarital affair or a woman who kills after drinking, both are at fault. Fortunately, this is someone else's family business, and it has nothing to do with him, so he doesn't have to bother to judge.

"Maybe it's a balance too. I'll just see, not think."

The thought pops into Shade's head.

Echoing the words of Mr. Johns Watson, the two exchanged business cards. Only then did Shade know that this descendant of the noble who did not inherit the title, in addition to his own property, actually had a temporary position in the tax department of the city hall.

Since there is still a wait to get paid, Shade has good reason to stay and wait. It's just that the rain is getting heavier and heavier, making Shade a little worried about how he should get back. Then I wondered if the windows in the house were closed and if the cat in the house would be scared by the rain.

Summer is the rainy season in Tobesque, and sudden rainstorms like this one are actually quite common.

The smell of damp and earth mixed in, wafting in with the wind from outside the church, but also dispelling the heat of midsummer.

Seeing that the conversation on Mrs. Watson's side was not over yet, Shade stood up from the bench and came to the door of the church, watching the rain falling from the eaves, blocking it like a curtain. in front of the church door. This heavy rain can at least cool Tobeske for a while. The first summer that foreigners spend in this world does not seem to be much different from the summer in their hometown.

Old Mrs. Watson did not finish talking to the grave keeper until the people were almost all gone. She was sitting on the front pews of the church and talking to Shade.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting so long. I just talked about the aftermath of death, and accidentally had a few more words with the grave keeper here."

Old Lady Sorry said with a smile, the voice is still so slow, the folds on the face are piled together when I laugh.

She motioned to the servant beside her to hand over the reward to Shade, and Shade took it while thanking him. The 20 pounds of cash is put directly into the pocket, and the special rule Rhodes card is played in the hand:

【Carson Rick Southern Folklore·Moondance Festival】, suit: Sun 4.

When this card is drawn, if you hold a card of the moon suit and the sum of the points does not exceed 7, if the card is busted this round, the total point will be adjusted to 1.

Except for [Founding·Silver Moon], among all the special Rhodes cards that Shade has seen, the function of this card is already very useful. When holding this card, you can bet your luck with your opponents with confidence, and you can also make yourself lose a little less in bets such as a bust and double flop.

Shade heard of the [Carson Rick Southern Folklore] series of cards from Lavender Baron. The Rhodes of this series were released more than 50 years ago, and the price of a single special card is absolutely Not less than £70.

"You're so generous."

Shade put away his cards and thanked his client for more than he paid.

"My husband also liked Rhodes cards when he was alive. This is his old collection. It didn't cost a lot of gold when I bought it. Instead of waiting for me to be taken away by the dividers , it's better to leave it to a youngster like you."

The old lady Watson said, her cloudy eyes seemed to recall the old days.

And the two ghosts around Shade discussed the topic of Rhodes again, so Mr. Watson, who had a bad image in Shade's heart, had another "like gambling". Tag of.

After collecting the cards, Shade pretended to be unintentional and then said:
"Speaking of which, Mr. Johns Watson just now is Mr. Watson's younger brother, and I A few words."

"What did he say?"

The Old Lady asked alertly, and Shade looked at the servants and guards standing next to him, so Waugh Mrs. Center told them to go and prepare the umbrellas and go back to the carriage.

There are other people in the church, such as the two young priests who are cleaning, and the priest who is watching the rain at the church door. But these people are far away, so Shade can speak with confidence:

"He just said. Sorry, I shouldn't have said such a thing, but the Watson family seems to think that Watson Mr. Te's death."

He shook the head:
"I don't mean anything else, I'm just telling you now that I've talked about it. They seem to think it's you and Mr. Mason. , together with the murder of Mr. Watson."

The Old Lady sat there with a blank face:
"They've been thinking that for so many years, maybe this resentment will follow me into the grave, will eventually disappear."

Shade glanced at the two ghosts who were listening attentively:
"Mr. Johns Watson mentioned to me that after the events of the year, Watson count In addition to pressuring Ridwich Field, private investigators were hired to investigate."

"But they apparently found nothing."

"Yes, But."

Shade praised himself for his good acting in the heart, glanced at all around, and said in a low voice:
"But I just heard from Johns Watson. Say he's going to hire another detective to investigate what you've found behind the basement walls. He seems to think there's some crucial evidence behind the walls that you've been hiding."

"Lord Hamilton , he wants to hire you?"

The Old Lady asked, using honorifics.

Shade looks serious nodded:
"He didn't ask my opinion directly, he just wanted to. He thinks I can easily gain your trust, so I'm better suited for the job than other detectives. But I don't do this kind of thing. My current business scope only includes tracing people, looking for pets, marriage investigation, playing cards, delivering letters, delivering goods, and purchasing on behalf of Lengshuigang. You are my current client, and I can't harm your interests, so. "

He lowered his voice even lower:

"If you really have any evidence, please hide it."

"Your Excellency Hamilton, I also I thought you'd ask me directly if I had any so-called evidence."

Mrs. Watson's voice rose a little.

Shade shook his head:
"I didn't take the commission over there and then came to lie to you that I didn't take it, so as to deceive the so-called evidence. In the end, this matter has nothing to do with me, besides Thirty years have passed, and you are almost 70 years old this year, so what if there is a so-called truth?"

This is the truth, Shade just wants to satisfy his curiosity , never thought of putting anyone in jail. Thirty years have passed, and two of the three parties have died. Even more how, it is not right for the deceased to cheat in marriage. If Shade had encountered this incident thirty years ago, he would probably have reported the so-called truth. But now, none of that makes any sense.

"Yeah, what if we have the truth?"

The old lady Watson said, and then took a long sigh.

Shade waited patiently until the Old Lady spoke again:
"When I went to the crypt just now, I also visited my younger brother. So many years have passed in a blink of an eye, really It's been so many years."

The ghost Mr. Mason looked at his elder sister with sad eyes.

(end of this chapter)