"This kind of last words and demands, you can tell something is wrong as soon as you hear it."
Xia De, whose hand was being held by the bed, didn't have much expression on his face. But he knew clearly that the detective had accurately predicted death, and took in the homeless man with a bad head before he died, and even left all his property, just for a simple-sounding request. Well, this simple request is definitely not simple.
The other party may not only be a detective, but Xia De who occupies the new body is not the original guy. Even if Xia De didn't know the truth in the past, the foreigner now understands that he shouldn't easily get involved in things that he knows are wrong when he hears them, otherwise...
"If you don't, I guarantee you that when I die, you won't get a single penny of mine, and nothing here will belong to you. You'll be a **** again, with no gas lamps, no fireplaces, and no day Three meals, not even a bed, and you'll be back to your old life..."
But Xia De had to agree that he had nothing in this world. Compared with becoming a homeless man and working hard from scratch, getting involved in a troublesome thing but gaining property, Xia De knew that both options were bad, but he had to choose one.
Besides, if you have already stood here and heard these words, you have already participated, so it is impossible to quit. Xia De knows how to assess the situation and how to measure his own situation.
"It's just, is the death of Mr. Sparrow Hamilton related to the extraordinary? Is it related to the voice in my head."
He thought to himself, but couldn't draw any further conclusions, but he didn't expect the voice in his head to appear at this moment:
[Related to Chaofan, he died because of a [relic]. This has nothing to do with you. 】
That voice is still so elegant, so calm. Even though the amount of information is very short, the whispering voice still seems to be reciting poems.
"[Relic]?"
It's a proper noun in the old, elegant old language spoken by women. Different languages have different information content, but in the language used by women, this proprietary vocabulary has a huge amount of information, with meanings such as "sealed object", "contained object" and "cursed object".
Xia De was very fortunate that he could understand this language, and he read out the meaning of "special items, which can exercise extraordinary power, but are extremely dangerous" from the vocabulary.
This made Xia De have a rather bad guess about the world.
"So, who are you?"
The voice did not explain the term, so Xia De asked in his heart. From the other party's answers to their own questions, they understand that the other party is also an individual who can think.
[I am you. 】
The whispering voice answered softly, like the wind caressing the heart. But Xia De snorted softly, he was sure that this body was male, and the voice in his head would not be the original owner.
Looking at the light of the bedside lamp illuminating the wrinkled and inactive skin of the man on the bed, Xia De said to him:
"I see, sir."
"Xia De, I still have ten minutes to live. If you have any questions, let's ask together."
The other party said a lot of words, and his tone was full of fatigue. But Xia De knows that if the other party is completely correct, then the next question will become the key to his foothold in this world, and he must be cautious:
"Your death...doesn't seem normal."
Pretending to speak slowly and pretending to be out of his wits is quite a laborious way of speaking. The first question is about his own situation after the death of the other party. Xia De must make sure that he will be implicated in the cause of the detective's death.
"We did not talk about this in the past. I also know that you have been worried...don't worry about this. My death in a while may scare you, but don't worry. My death will not involve you, I need you to complete the task in three months, so I can guarantee this. The person who killed me will never appear again. After all, we ordinary people are not worthy of the other party's attention. "
The amount of information obtained was good, and the man on the bed didn't intend to hide anything.
"Ordinary...people?"
Xia De was really hesitant this time.
"You don't need to know, in fact, even I don't know much. Those ring magicians, mystics who exercise the four elements of [miracle] [enlightenment] [blasphemy] [whispering], the five Orthodox churches and the three thaumaturgy academies... ...Forget what I just said, and you'll be better off. Remember, you don't understand anything."
The man on the bed tried his best to emphasize that Xia De could only memorize these nouns, then nodded:
"Okay, I don't understand anything."
He guessed that "ring warlock" is the title of extraordinary people in this world, and [miracle], [enlightenment], [blasphemy] and [whispering] are a part of the power system, and the Orthodox Church and Thaumaturgy Academy are the main forces of extraordinary people .
But Xia De did not continue to ask about this topic. He had to let the other party willingly tell more information 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 much about detectives, and I can't read much."
Even though time is tight, he can't speak faster. Not only because of the disguise, but also because Shad has not yet mastered the language. The fact that he can only walk while running makes him quite anxious. But he couldn't show anxiety, so he was even more anxious.
"It doesn't matter, it's enough to follow what I taught you. You only need to stay here for three months. After three months, sell all your things and go to live in the countryside. There is more suitable for you, and it is enough for you to live your life safely. ...after all, the prices are lower."
Probably because he was really exhausted, the man on the bed didn't say a more complete sentence. But Xia De had no memory of the past at all, and didn't know what the other party had taught him. He asked for help from the voice in his head, but the voice didn't appear.
"Is there anything else you need to tell me?"
Xia De asked the question for the third time, and this question was only uttered after careful consideration.
"Remember what I told you in the past three months; remember the simple commission I left in the memo, you can try to do it to maintain the operation of the detective agency; and, the cards in this diary.…”
The weak man pointed to the head of the bed, he let go of Xia De's hand, and Xia De bent down to pick up the diary. Brown leather cover, fastened with a magnetic snap, this diary is well protected by the user.
Shad handed the diary to Mr. Hamilton on the bed, but the latter shook his head, almost speechless.
So Xia De opened the diary by himself, and flipped through it roughly. Each page was a different continuous date, and both the front and back were in use. Most of the pages have only one sentence, "Nothing to do today, not much deposit", while a small part records the progress of the commission received by the firm.
Flipping to the middle of the diary, the flipping of the pages stopped, and a hard card was stuck there. Xia De controlled not to raise his eyebrows, seeing that it was a rectangular card that was less than the size of his palm.
After taking it out, it feels like there is a layer of completely transparent wax on the surface of the card, which protects the card itself from environmental damage.
The cards are not thick and can be seen by the light in the room.
The reverse side that Xia De thinks is the abstract pattern of the sun, the moon, and the stars, which are superimposed together to form a strange combination; the front side that Xia De thinks is a painting of a person who turned his head and couldn't see everything clearly, sitting sideways on a high stool Above, the lady with the moon in her hand.
Silver hair, with a smile outlined on the profile, wearing a long robe. But the color of the playing cards is not rich enough, only white, black and cool tones near the two colors.
The upper right corner of the front is marked with the number 3, and the upper left corner is a small sign of the sun. Between the two, that is, in the center of the front of the card, a black vertical line is drawn in a white circle.
Directly below the woman's picture, that is, below the front, there is a little blank space, and there is a line of small characters written there:
[When using this card, the number can be adjusted within the range of 1 to 5. 】
The cards don't look very new. Looking from the side against the weak light in the room, you can see the imperceptible damage, but it can also be seen that the owner is working hard to preserve it carefully.
Xia De actually completely understood the words on the cards, just like he could understand men and women.
"It's really strange. After traveling, I can understand and understand, but I can't speak."
Thinking in his heart, he asked in a low voice:
"What's this?"
"Very valuable cards, which are in common with the common set of 54 cards we usually use, are the cards representing [Sun 3] among the four suits of sun, moon, stars and flowers. But this card is a special issue Yes, the pattern is rare, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is very valuable for collection. Keep it in a diary, don’t get wet or fold it in half, and don’t show it to others easily, but if you really have nowhere to go, go to Tobesk The Birmingham Collection, where people know its value...Roads, the most important collection of my life..."
Xia De nodded, wrote down the term "Lord's Card", and understood that this is a relatively 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 bit more refined, it can be inferred from the productivity of the times judged from 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?"
Xia De asked again, now it is better to let the other party take the initiative to speak than to ask the question himself.
"Shad."
Mr. Hamilton held Shad's hand again, and looked at the young man beside the bed with softer eyes:
"I know that I have never been a good person, but I am really sorry for involving you. After three months, just leave Tobesk, this kind of capital city is not suitable for you...
But I think, if you can understand, you will also think that I did the right thing in taking you out of your homeless life. Your brain is not working well, remember, don't easily believe what other people say in the future, especially don't easily believe the words of the guy who tries to make you pay... I have contacted Tobesk Public Cemetery and selected up the tomb. The corpse carrier will come in a moment, you don't have to follow. In this house, live for three months according to the life skills I have taught you.
Shad, I'm sorry...good luck. "