Deep Sea Embers Chapter 290: Visitors in the cemetery
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The place where I am now should be a public facility for temporarily storing corpses, and the sound outside the coffin should come from the guards of this facility.
The guard seemed to have a lot of experience. He called the abnormal movement from the coffin the phenomenon of the "restless person", and he talked to himself rationally and clearly, and did not show panic during the process.
The body I am currently possessing seems to be a worker in a mine. The cause of death is a fall from a high place, and the body has serious organic defects.
While talking with the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summed up the useful information, and at the same time further confirmed his thoughts that his current body was useless.
After all, even without considering the extremely weak condition of this body, it would be difficult for him to go out and run around with a deflated head—of course, the phenomenon of "living dead" exists in this world. Sailors seem to have no lack of bones and wonderful people with a missing corner of their head and a piece of their heart, but even if they are living dead, that is not a status that can move around in the city-state openly, which does not meet their own requirements.
While Duncan was silently calculating in his heart, the tense nerves of the old watchman outside the coffin never relaxed.
The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointing at the coffin, and the herbal powder that had been sprinkled on the ground in advance now gave off a pale gleam. His voice was always calm, but his fingers holding the shotgun turned slightly white. .
He is waiting for the restless man in the coffin to exhaust the last of his will and reason in his soul, waiting for the chattering dead to gradually become exhausted and accept the fact of his own death—according to his experience, it usually does not take too long , under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and medicinal powder, it usually only takes half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.
Generally speaking, the deceased will slowly become confused during the conversation, and will soon no longer remember the words. Raving, normally speaking...
But why does the guy in the coffin seem to be getting more energetic as he chats? !
"Sir," the old watchman tightened his grip on the shotgun, and his voice became slightly serious, "You've said enough, now calm down as soon as possible, and go back to sleep honestly—or else wait until the sun rises, You should feel bad."
The emblem landed silently, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into flying white smoke and scattered with the wind.
"How is the weather today? It should be quite cold, right? I seem to hear the wind outside, and the frosty night is not easy...
After thinking for a while, the old man turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.
"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know that this is the place where the body is buried, I mean the location... You know, I couldn't see it on the way I was sent Surrounding conditions.
Listening to the old man's muttering and complaints along the way, the four men in black subconsciously exchanged glances, as if a little surprised.
When the old guard heard the word "ordinary situation" mentioned by the other party, his heart moved, and when he thought of the chattering voice in the coffin, he immediately dispelled his doubts.
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The man opened his eyes slightly for a moment, as if he was taken aback by the voice in the coffin, and the woman was also obviously taken aback. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall one couldn't help but whisper: " Not quite right..."
The four men in black exchanged glances. The man with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of him: "...is that it..."
"Maybe," Duncan said casually in the coffin, "what are you doing?"
The voice in the coffin fell silent temporarily.
"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to be hearing very well, and he was a little curious when he heard the words, "You can't figure it out?"
"The peace of death will protect you and me one by one - by order of the city-state church, we have come to take away a dead man, who should have just been sent to this cemetery."
Three men and one woman were all wearing thick, dark coats and the same thick narrow-brimmed hats on their heads. They stood silently in the night wind. >
Can't help but think of the crow standing beside the tombstone at midnight.
With the sound of Kerala's chain loosening and the creaking sound of the door shaft turning, the towering gate of the cemetery opened.
The old guard raised his head and watched these figures standing under the streetlight with cautious eyes.
"Under normal circumstances, the deceased needs to be transported to a more dangerous place," said another person among the uninvited guests. It's a matter of life and death, so don't delay."
A group of people quickly walked through the path in the cemetery and came to the morgue for temporary parking of the dead.
Duncan in the coffin thought for a while, and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep right now...how about you help me open this lid, Give me a good medicine to soothe the nerves and help sleep?"
The old caretaker felt fine beads of sweat emerge from his forehead little by little. He dared to swear that he had never seen such a wicked situation in his professional career in most of his life. A restless corpse passed by the Church of Death Under the premise that the "gatekeeper" personally performed the requiem ceremony, and under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and herbs, there was no sign of sleeping at all, but he became more and more intelligent like a living person!
This is an octagonal metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the **** of death.
The old guard looked in the direction of the slapping sound in astonishment, only to see a few figures in black coats standing outside the towering carved fence door, standing under the street lamp, and the brilliance of the gas lamp shone on these people , elongated their shadows, and glowed behind them.
The old guard's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked back at the brand new coffin.
"Just in time?" One of the tall and strong women in black was stepping up to keep up, and she was slightly startled when she heard the words, "Why do you say that?"
It seems that the restless person in this coffin is indeed a bit special, and the church has not yet reacted. Although I don't know how the priests of the church made the judgment, anyway, the professionals have arrived now.
While the old man was looking up at the uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the gloomy old gravekeeper. Soon, one of the shorter men stepped forward and raised the octagonal emblem in his hand , speaking with a solemn face: On the chaotic platform, rows of plain coffins are silent in the night wind, the lanterns hung on the stakes by the old guard are still burning fiercely, and the herbal powder on the ground is still emitting A faint pale glow.
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"Come with me," the old man muttered, and turned to let the road leading to the cemetery open, "You are just in time."
"What time is it? Have you eaten? Are there any other colleagues around you?"
One of the figures raised his hand and showed something by the light of the street lamp.
The old man didn't like outsiders to disturb his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest holding the emblem of the **** of death, he didn't need to stop anything.
"Priest of the God of Death?" The old guard was a little suspicious subconsciously, and frowned slightly as he looked at the octagonal emblem in his hand, "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago, and she never mentioned that other priests would come here to pick her up." Leading the dead, and...it is midnight, not a good time to lead the dead."
This made him think of the disturbing rumors in the city-state recently, and of these stories related to the "return of the dead".
"No, we are here to settle this matter," the man in black said immediately, then he looked at his three companions ~IndoMTL.com~ seemed to think it over quickly, then nodded to the old guard, "Next...you need to avoid it for a while."
He hoped that this trouble would end as soon as possible tonight.
In the middle of the night, where are the visitors?
Seeing that these sealing measures were still operating normally, the old guard was obviously slightly relieved, and then he took two steps forward, pointing to the latest coffin put on it: "This, what you are looking for, was just delivered tonight. Come."
"You're overthinking this..."
The other three nodded slightly, and continued to follow the footsteps of the old guard in silence. The short man who displayed the church emblem before
Then he threw the emblem in his hand on the ground.
But soon, the man with thin lips shook his head, signaling that this matter should be calm.
Is there really a loophole in the boundary set by the **** of death Bartok for life and death?
"What's the news in town lately? I don't remember much about the past... By the way, do you know a man named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or historian. He lives in Hearth Street, a friend of mine knows him very well..."
The old caretaker spoke in a deep voice, but at this moment, a harsh sound of slapping on the fence gate suddenly came from the entrance of the cemetery, interrupting what he wanted to say next.
"This corpse hasn't stopped agitating yet. Ha, it's chattering non-stop, and the chatter becomes more and more energetic. I even suspect that he will cross the first boundary and become an undead person—this is a big trouble. Now, the residents in the distance won’t like this news.” The old guard shook his head, “Everyone doesn’t like the undead, especially the Frost people. They are all undead..."