Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 2

2021-07-05

Chapter 2 The Detective's Last Words
"This kind of last word and request, as soon as you hear it, you know something is wrong."

There was not much expression on Shade's face, who was grabbed by the hand in front of the bed. But he clearly knew that the detective accurately predicted death, and took in the homeless person whose head was not very useful before death, and even kept all his property, just for a simple-sounding request. Well, this simple request will definitely not be simple.

I am afraid that the other party is not just a detective, but Shade who occupies the new body is not the original guy. Even if the original Shade didn't know the truth, the current foreigner also understands that he shouldn't easily get involved in this kind of thing that he knows is wrong, otherwise.
"If you don't agree, I can guarantee that after I die, , you won't get a penny from me, and everything here doesn't belong to you. You'll be a bum again, with no gas lamp, no fireplace, no three meals a day, or even a bed, and you'll be back where you were life."

But Shade has to promise, he has nothing in this world. Contrasted with being a tramp and starting all over, getting involved in a troublesome thing but getting a fortune, Shade knows both options are bad, but he has to choose one.

Besides, having already stood here and heard these words, even if you are already involved, it is impossible to quit. Shade knows how to judge the situation and how to measure his own situation.

"Just, is this Mr. Sparrow Hamilton's death related to the supernatural? Is it related to the voice in my head."

He thought to himself, but couldn't. Analyzing a further conclusion, but didn't expect the voice in his head to appear again at this time:

[Related to Transcendence, he died because of a [relic]. This has nothing to do with you. ]

That voice is still so elegant, so calm. Even though the message was short, the murmur sounded like a psalm reciting.

“[Relic]?”

It is a proper noun in the ancient and elegant language of women. Different languages have different information content, and in the language used by women, this proprietary word has a huge amount of information, with meanings such as "sealed object", "retained object" and "cursed object".

Shade is thankful that he understands the language, and he reads "special item, capable of extraordinary power, but extremely dangerous" from the vocabulary.

This gave Shade a pretty bad guess about this world.

"So, who are you?"

The voice didn't explain the term, so Shade in the heart asked back. From the other party's answer to their own questions, I understand that the other party is also an individual who can think.

【I am you. ]

The murmured voice replied softly, and the Whisper-like way of speaking made Shade's back hairy.

But Shade snorted gently, he was pretty sure the body was male and the voice in his head wouldn't be the original owner.

Watching the glow of the bedside lamp illuminate the man's wrinkled inactive terrifying skin on the bed, Shade said to him:
"I see, sir."

"Shade, I still have ten minutes to live. If you have any questions, please ask."

The other party said something amazing, and his tone was full of tiredness. . But Shade knows that if the other party is absolutely right, then the next question will become the key to his foothold in this world, and he must be cautious:

"Your death seems abnormal."

Pretending to speak slowly, making a head that doesn't work well, this way of speaking is quite laborious. The first question is about his own situation after the death of the other party. Shade must ensure that the cause of the detective's death will involve himself.

"We didn't talk about this in the past, and I know you've been worrying about it. Don't worry about this. My death in a moment may frighten you, but don't worry. My death won't affect you. , I need you to complete the task of 3 months later, so I can guarantee this. The person who killed me will never appear again. After all, we ordinary persons are not worthy of each other's attention."

The amount of information obtained is very good, and the man in the bed is not planning to hide anything.

"Ordinary people?"

Shade was really hesitant this time.

"You don't need to know, in fact, even I don't understand very well. Those ring warlocks, mystic using the four elements of [Miracle] [Enlightenment] [Blasphemy] [Whisper], the five orthodox churches and the three Mystic Art Academy, this terrifying world, forget what I just said, you will live better. Remember, you don't know anything."

The man on the bed tried his best to emphasize that Shade can only remember these things noun, then nodded:
"Okay, I don't understand anything."

He guessed that "warlock" is the title of this world mystic, and 【Miracle】【Enlightenment】【Blasphemy】【 Whisper is a part of the power system, and the Orthodox Church and Mystic Art Academy are the main mystic forces.

An ordinary person detective impossible knows so much, Hamilton detective really has a lot of secrets.

But Shade didn't continue to ask about this topic, he had to let the other party say more information willingly within a limited time, instead of trying to find out lies and truths with mutual suspicion:
“ After you die, how am I going to live? I don't know detectives, and I don't know enough to read."

Obviously time is running out, but I can't speak faster. Not only because of the camouflage, but because Shade is not yet proficient in the language. The fact that he could only walk during the race made him quite anxious. But he couldn't show urgency, so he was even more anxious in his heart.

"It's okay, just follow what I taught you, that's enough. You just need to be here for three months, 3 months later, sell everything, and live in the country, where it suits you better, enough for you Live a peaceful life. After all, the price is lower."

Probably really running out of strength, the man on the bed didn't say more complete words. But Shade had no memory of the past at all, and didn't know what the other party taught him. He asked the voice in his head for help, but the voice didn't appear.

"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"

Shade asked for the third time, and this question was also said after careful consideration.

"Remember what I told you these three months; remember the simple commissions I left in the memo that you can try to keep the detective agency afloat; and, The cards in this diary."

The frail man pointed to the head of the bed, he let go of Shade's hand, and Shade bent down and picked up the diary. With a brown leather cover and fastened with magnetic snaps, this diary is well protected by the user.

Shade handed the diary to Mr. Hamilton on the bed, but he shook his head, almost speechless.

So Shade opened the diary himself, flipped through it roughly, each page was a different consecutive date, and both sides were in use. Most of the pages have only one sentence "Nothing to do today, not much deposit", and a few of them record the progress of the commission received by the firm.

Flip to the middle of the diary, hua la la's page-turning stops, and a cardboard is stuck there. Shade controlled not to raise his eyebrows, seeing that it was a rectangular card less than the size of a palm.

When you take it out, it feels like a completely transparent layer of wax on the surface of the card, protecting the card itself from environmental damage. But when he rubbed it carefully, he felt that it seemed to be a layer of transparent skin, and Shade suddenly thought of human skin for some reason.

The cards are not thick and can be seen by the lights in the room.

Shade thinks the reverse side is an abstract pattern of the sun, moon, and stars, superimposed together with odd shapes; Shade thinks the front side is a picture of a man who turned his head and couldn't see all the faces, turned sideways. The lady sitting on the high stool with the moon in her hand.

Silver-haired, smiling in profile, wearing a robe. But the colors of the cards are not rich enough, only white, black and cool tones around the two colors.

The upper right corner of the front is marked with the number 3, and the upper left corner is the small sign of the sun. Between the two, which is the center of the upper front of the card, a black vertical line is drawn in the white circle. .

Just below the woman's picture, that is, below the front, there is a little blank, where a line of small words is written:
[When using this card, the number can be adjusted within the range of 1 to 5 . ]

The card doesn't look very new. Looking from the side against the weak light in the room, you can see the damage that is not easy to detect, but it can also be seen that the owner is working hard to preserve it.

Shade actually understood the words on the cards as well as he could understand men and women.

"It's really strange, I can understand and understand after transmigration, but I can't say it."

He thought to himself and asked in a low voice:

"What is this?"

"A very valuable card, which is the same as the 54-card ordinary card we usually use. It is one of the four suits of sun, moon, stars and flowers. The card of [Sun 3]. But this card is specially issued, the pattern is scarce, and it is very collectible. It is kept in a diary, do not get wet or fold it in half, and do not easily show it to others, but if it is true Desperate, go to the Birmingham Collection in Tobesque, where people know its value. Lords, the most important collection of my life."

Shade nominates, and writes down "The Lords. "This term, I understand that this is a more common card game in this world, and that [Sun Three] is of the same nature as commemorative coins and commemorative stamps. So I put the card back into the diary. Although this card is a little more refined, it is inferred from the productivity of the times judged by the decoration of the bedroom that this world can make such things, so there is no need to have too much suspicion.

"Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

Shade asked again, and now it's better to let the other person say it than to ask himself.

“Shade.”

Mr. Hamilton took Shade’s hand again, his eyes looked towards the youngster beside the bed, his eyes softened:
“I know I was never one Nice guy, but I'm really sorry for dragging you in. 3 months later, just leave Tobesque, this kind of capital city is not for you.
But I think, if you understand it, too It's the right choice to think that I took you away from your homeless life. Your head is not easy to use, remember, don't easily trust other people's words in the future, especially don't easily believe the words of the guy who tries to make you pay Contact Tobesque Public Cemetery and choose a grave. The corpse carriers will come in a while, so you don't have to go with them. Live in this house for three months according to the life skills I've taught you.

Shade, I'm sorry. Good luck."

(end of chapter)