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Outside the Police Headquarters in the market area, Lumian, who had simply disguised himself with [Peeping Glasses], boarded the carriage that depicted vetiver irises.
Two ordinary police officers in black uniforms sat side by side, with three dark urns in front of their feet, on which the names of the deceased were written in flashing fluorescent ink.
When Lumian sat across from him, the carriage belonging to the Police Headquarters drove slowly. The older police officer asked curiously, "What is your relationship with them? Why did you have to go to the funeral?"
He remembered that among the three deceased, two had no relatives or friends, and one had many non-direct relatives alive, but when he heard the name Flemish, he was very frightened, not only unwilling to come to collect the ashes and relics, even acknowledging that the two parties are related by blood or marriage is very reluctant.
Lumian replied flatly, "I'm their landlord."
"It's just the landlord." The older police officer obviously didn't believe it.
"Officer, the landlord is also a human being and has feelings."
Lumian responded with a smile: "I either drank with them a few times, or chatted often, and helped them send their ashes to the catacombs. It's not a troublesome thing."
The younger police officer looked out the window, assuming that he was unwilling to chat, while the older police officer had a very familiar demeanor.
"You are as young as you look. Since you are working as a hotel or apartment in the market area, you must remember that you cannot have any feelings for the tenants, otherwise you will be cheated or sad. After a few more visits, you will never Will be passionate about others.”
After Lumian made a few perfunctory remarks, the police officer asked: "Flemish still has relics with us, and his relatives are unwilling to claim them. Do you want to take them? If not, we will deal with them ourselves."
"I'll go take a look when I get back from the catacombs."
Lumian didn't pay too much attention to this matter. On the way from the market area to Purgatory Square in the Observatory area, the older police officer was always looking for someone to chat with, either pulling Lumian to communicate, or trying to disturb himself colleagues, did not stop for a moment.
After finally arriving at the destination, holding Ruhr's ashes, and getting out of the carriage, with Lumian's talkativeness, he felt that his ears were finally rested.
The tomb keeper who was in charge of receiving them was someone Lumian had met before. He was in his thirties, with a medium build, slightly curly hair, a bushy beard, slightly upturned eyes, and wearing yellow trousers. A white shirt with a blue vest.
"Kendall, why is it you again?" The older police officer greeted with a smile.
Holding the unlit calcium carbide lamp, Kendall responded with a smile: "Robert, I heard that you are coming, so I made other arrangements and wait for you here."
As the tomb keeper said, he looked at Lumian and emphasized, "Did you forget to prepare the white candle?"
"Forget everything else, and don't forget this."
Robert, who was holding the Flemish urn, seemed a little difficult, took out three white candles from his pocket, and threw one to his colleague and Lumian respectively. Seeing that they were ready, Kendall lit the calcium carbide The lamp turned around and guided them along the 138-storey stone stairs to the depths of the darkness.
On the way, they passed the heavy wooden door engraved with the two great saints, and passed the quiet corridor where even the sound of breathing could be heard.
For Lumian, such a dark environment is no stranger, but the young policeman was a little nervous and hugged Mrs. Michelle's ashes tightly, seeking more sense of security.
After crossing the wide avenue with gas lamps, a group of four arrived at the entrance of the catacombs.
The naturally formed and artificially modified giant stone doorway stands quietly in the dim light, with a large number of skulls, bone arms, sunflowers and steam elements floating on both sides, and the light behind it seems to be unable to penetrate the thick darkness. , on its lintel is written two inscriptions in the Intis language - Stand still, the front is the Empire of the Dead.
And the catacombs that are also located here are probably not a harmless place. According to Aosta Trull, the [Secret Prayer], the viewers hold a lit white candle, and entering the catacombs is very similar to A kind of ritual, a ritual to seek the protection of a hidden existence, this kind of place is still open to the public, so Lumian has to suspect that it is a part of suppressing a certain danger underground, just like the Terry in the Quaternary Epoch. It's like building a new city above Seoul.
Kendall turned around and said to Lumian and the others: "It's time to light the candle. Before leaving the catacombs, don't let it go out. If you lose me, don't be nervous. Look for the sign. If you can't find the sign, just look at the top of your head." The black line, follow it all the way, you can come out."
With the help of the calcium carbide lamp in Kendall's hand, the three of Lumian lit up the white candles one after another, making them emit a yellowish light. The four candles danced lightly. Kendall extinguished the calcium carbide lamp and moved forward. Pass through the huge stone doorway and enter the [Empire of Death].
Lumian followed closely behind, holding the urn in one hand and holding the white candle in the other. Suddenly, he felt a little cold. The cold did not come from the surroundings, but directly from the bottom of his heart. Let his fine hair stand up one by one. At the same time, Lumian's spirit tensed up instantly, and he felt that there were eyes all around him looking at him quietly. With the candle in his hand, he looked to the right, I saw pits dug one after another on the stone wall. In the first pit, there was a dead body stuffed with bones. Those heads with sunken eye sockets and no flesh and blood seemed to be looking at him without any indication of feeling. with.
Lumian did not bow his head, carefully observed these bones, and found that the strange feeling of being watched by the invisible did not come from them, and it did not fade away. Subconsciously, he wanted to open his [Spiritual Vision] to confirm the situation, but now he, He is no longer the man he was when he first arrived in Trier. He encountered a lot of things and understood many warnings. They were written with blood and tears by the predecessors. I don’t read what I shouldn’t. Since it didn’t bring me any danger, then There is no need to find the source of the exception.
Lumian muttered a few words silently, looked sideways, and the policemen beside him didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and followed the tomb manager normally, Kendall walked forward.
This made Lumian suspect that the experience just now was the result of a qualitative change in his spirituality after he was promoted to [Arsonist].
It's better if you don't feel it, Lumian couldn't help but sighed with emotion.
Because of being stared at by one after another, dense small bumps appeared on the surface of his skin.
He raised his head cautiously, and sure enough, he saw a thicker black line drawn on the top of the tomb, marked with an arrow pointing out of the door opening, and he was walking forward step by step.
Lumian found that both sides of the road were full of skeletons, some of them were in potholes on the stone wall, some were piled up on the side of the road, some were covered by worn clothes, and some of them had not been buried with them. Even the skull had grown a layer of dark green mold, and the air was filled with a well-diluted smell of decay. The catacombs were divided into multiple tombs, and each tomb had its own name, so that the worshipers could not find it. corresponding skeletons.
After Lumian and the others followed Kendall through the [chapel tomb] and [pillar tomb], they saw dozens of yellowish candles in front of them. They sometimes gathered together, like fireflies at night. , sometimes like a river of dim starlight.
Lumian glanced casually, and saw a bride wearing a white veil and a holy gown. Next to her was the groom in a black tuxedo with a breast pocket and handkerchief flowers, surrounding them , and three or four young people, all holding lit, white candles in their hands, laughing and laughing, very happy.
"What are you doing?" Lumian didn't hide his doubts.
Kendall: "Heh" and said: "As part of the wedding, from the year before last, the newlyweds brought young guests into the catacombs and walked among the dead, which became a popular wedding ceremony in Trier. People are always so bold, and they are proud of showing off their guts and scaring others. I have seen guests deliberately pick up a hand bone and use it to pat the bride and groom on the shoulder, scaring them almost Passed out."
You people from Trier, Lumian shook his head involuntarily, passed the group of people, and not long after, the four of them arrived at the destination [Tomb Lamp Tomb].
There is a black pedestal in the middle, and above it stands the top of an obelisk painted in white, depicting "Sun Shengwei". Bones, urns and numerous tear jars.
After entering here, Lumian thought of a question: Where are Flemish's relatives?
He wanted Flameng to sleep next to his children, wife and parents. After a short thought, Lumian suddenly understood why Flameng didn't write down the location of the bones of his relatives. He felt guilty and blamed himself. , He wanted to stay with his relatives, but he didn't dare to approach them. He only planned to stay in the same tomb and watch them from a distance.
Unspeakable sadness poured into Lumian's heart. He stood still for a while, chose to respect Flemish's last wish, found an empty seat at random, and put down the madman's urn, waiting for Robert and the others to share the Ruhr couple's urn. After the urns were stacked and put together, the four of them prayed at the same time, or [Praise the Sun], or [Steam on top].
On the way back, they met again. Just as the newlyweds and the young wedding guests were about to pass by, Lumian saw behind the team, a pair of young people who seemed to be lovers, taking advantage of the grave. The administrator didn't pay attention to himself, eager to try to blow out the white candle in his hand to see what would happen.
call!
They really did that, and the two yellowish candles were extinguished. At the same time, Lumian's head froze for a moment, and his state recovered instantly.
But the line of sight was gone, the young couple who seemed to be lovers was gone, and Lumian's childish hole suddenly enlarged, trying to see the situation there clearly.
A few seconds later, he confirmed the fact that the young couple who were suspected to be lovers had really disappeared.
Lumian immediately turned his attention to the team. Whether it was the newlyweds and some guests walking in the front, or the few people at the back, they didn't feel that anyone was missing in the team.