After eating lunch and reading for an hour, Xia De went out.
Find the carriage from the corner of the street, and travel east across the entire city to the cemetery outside the city. On the way, Xia De, who was very bored, talked with the driver about the recent weather, complained about the high prices, and then talked about their respective jobs.
Perhaps because of Xia De's slightly younger face and that approachable tone, the coachman was also willing to chat with him a few more times. Of course, this carriage does not belong to him. The coachman rents a car from the Tobesk Carriage Guild in the city, carries passengers according to the designated area, and gives the guild a proportion of the daily income, and the remaining money is used to support the family .
Although this kind of work earns more than porters carrying bags near the station, it does not actually get rid of the current situation of family poverty. The main reason is that the coachman has five children in his family.
Four of them are their own children, and the other is a child of the deceased eldest brother's family. In this age, it is normal for anyone to die suddenly, just like Detective Sparrow.
"The recent income is not bad. I even ordered milk from the Silver Parrot Milk Delivery Company. One bottle a day, the children can share. Oh, sir, I heard people say that drinking milk can make you grow taller."
"There is such a saying... I remember the milk from the Silver Parrot Milk Delivery Company is not very expensive?"
Xia De asked hesitantly, and the coachman smiled:
"Some time ago, the price of ordered milk was lowered. It seems that there is a problem with the warehouse. Before the repair is completed, the daily hoarded goods must be sold as soon as possible. When a middle-aged gentleman who worked there was picked up last time, he told I got the news and my neighbors are planning to order some before the price picks up, which is great."
The Tobesk Public Cemetery is an important part of Tobesk's basic municipal engineering. Although it is a "public cemetery", except for members of the royal family, even nobles will be buried here.
The area of the park is very large, and the choice of burial on the ground or in an underground tomb, in the shade or in the sun, and even the surrounding environment and the density of the tombs are all very particular.
The appearance of the public cemetery in the age of steam is of course not that the city hall has no use for a large amount of funds, but that in the process of expanding the city of Tobesk, it encountered the problem of occupying the original cemetery around the city.
In a world where occultism really existed, funerals were no simple matter. Therefore, it was finally decided to establish a city public cemetery in the east of the city. As for the choice of the east, it is because the east of the city is adjacent to the mountainous area, while the other three sides are flat, and the expansion of Tobesk will not choose the east.
Compared with the shabby little country cemetery managed by Mr. Copps, which Shard had visited once, the Tobesk City Public Cemetery was much more magnificent. There is a specially built road extending from the city to here, and except for the horse-drawn carriages in the cemetery, no foreign horse-drawn carriages are allowed to enter the park.
Stone roads are paved in the cemetery, connecting each park. The public cemetery is not just one, it is usually divided into northeast, east and southeast, and the eastern cemetery that Shade visited this time is divided into five parks. The No. 3 cemetery in the eastern cemetery where Mr. Watson, who has been turned into bones, is buried, is the cemetery of the so-called rich.
The burial place in the catacombs is even more expensive. Not to mention the current 1853, even more than 20 years ago when Mrs. Watson bought the tomb, the price was definitely more than 30 pounds.
The above information was obtained by Xia De from the coachman. The journey was boring, and the two talked about many things. The coachman was very happy to talk to people like Xia De. Therefore, when getting off the bus, Xia De specially gave an extra 5 pence as a thank you for relieving boredom along the way, and the driver also took off his hat to express his gratitude to Xia De.
Because the city public cemetery is managed by the city hall and the Church of Nature, there is of course a church in the cemetery.
The white chapel stands next to the gravekeeper's hut, and an obituary is posted at the door, informing people of the identity of the person buried here today.
When Xia De, who was arranging his clothes, was standing on the stone road in front of the chapel, some funeral guests had arrived one after another. You don't need to bring anything extra to attend such a funeral, you just need to wear black formal clothes.
All the way inward, Xia De found the old woman standing beside the coffin in the chapel. The wooden lacquered coffin lid was marked with a silver wrench. Lady]'s holy emblem represents the belief of Mr. Watson who has been dead for many years.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hamilton."
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Watson, please don't be so sad."
Xia De whispered a few words of comfort, and then the old lady Watson introduced him to the middle-aged man wearing a black top hat who was also standing beside the coffin.
He is said to be middle-aged, but in fact he is almost fifty years old.
This was Mr. Watson's brother, Johns Watson, youngest son of the former Earl of Watson. Although he also failed to inherit the title, this gentleman also relied on the power of his family to own his own property in the local area. Today he came to attend the funeral on behalf of the family.
Although the old lady Watson said that the two had some conflicts, at least this conflict was not shown in front of Xia De. The middle-aged gentleman politely thanked Xia De for coming here, while Xia De asked about the funeral process and confirmed that the pastor could be there.
This is the first funeral Shade attended in this world. When he looked at the coffin in his spare time, Shade couldn't help but think that Mr. Watson, who was sealed in the wall after death, would How do you view the relationship between your wife and your family?
"A funeral thirty years late."
Even though the funeral had little to do with him, he couldn't help but sigh.
The funeral customs of this era are similar to the Western-style funerals in Xia De’s hometown. Sad relatives and friends are present, presided over by the pastor of the church the deceased believes in, and family elders or high-status friends read out the eulogy, and then let the relatives recall the deceased’s life one by one. things.
The relatives and friends of the Watson family and Mrs. Watson sat on the benches in the church auditorium. Because of the power of the family and money, today's visitors almost filled the entire auditorium.
Shad's speaking order was very high. After the funeral began at two o'clock in the afternoon, he was the second person to speak after the pastor. The eulogy was already prepared. He first explained his identity, and then read the sentences on the paper in his hand that praised Mr. Watson and regretted his untimely death.
The whole process lasted for 10 minutes. After the end, people applauded politely, and some old women sitting in the front seats covered their faces with handkerchiefs and cried. I don't know if it's true or not, but Shade at least thinks Wo Old Mrs. Center's cry was real.
He can't leave now, and he can't leave until the coffin is sent to the tomb. After all, the agreed checkout time is after the process. Only then would he be able to walk to visit Mr. Sparrow Hamilton, who was not far away.
Because he didn't know anyone, Shad found a seat in the back row near the church gate and corridor. When he walked back quietly, there was actually a young girl wearing a black lady's hat with white flowers on it, who suddenly stuffed him with a note.
I thought it was something important, but I didn't expect that after opening it, there was an address written on it, and there was a lip print from lipstick under the letters.
"Um......"
[What do you think it will be? 】
The voice in the head rang in the ear.
"Something like asking for help when you're in trouble."
He replied, rolling up the paper and stuffing it into his pocket, thinking of somewhere to throw it away after the funeral.
Xia De is not in the mood to meet strange girls now:
"It's so funny to be at a funeral and still have people strike up a conversation."
He muttered in a low voice, although it was a low voice, probably the people sitting next to him could not hear what he was saying.
"It's really interesting."
Hearing such a voice, Xia De was taken aback, thinking that someone had heard his words. But he also realized that the sound came from his left, and his left was obviously a carpeted aisle between the long rows of seats, so it stands to reason that there could be no one there.
"what's the situation?"
So he glanced to the left, and unexpectedly saw a middle-aged man with a transparent body standing next to him.
With his hands behind his back, he looked regretfully at Mrs. Watson who was recalling her husband behind the small pulpit in the church.
The middle-aged man with a transparent body is like the belated guest of this funeral. After realizing that there are no seats, he can only stand at the end and watch the scene in front of him. But the transparency of the body and the constant cold feeling prove that this is not a human being.
Xia De didn't show any panic, just took a glance, then looked away, and complained softly in his heart:
"So, what's going on? I'm just here for a funeral..."
The fundamental reason for not panicking is that the man next to him is not strong.
[To put it simply ~www.mtlnovel.com~ you have encountered a ghost. 】
She answered with a smile.
Xia De still maintained a sitting posture, and occasionally looked to the left. And the thing standing next to him, probably a ghost, was so focused on looking at Mrs. Watson in front that he didn't notice that the people around him could see him.
Although the body is transparent, the appearance of the face can still be seen clearly. It's just that Xia De has never seen this face before, but he doubts that it is Mr. Watson. It's just that the unlucky guy who was out of date more than 30 years ago didn't leave a picture at all, so Xia De is just guessing.
"When did it appear?"
[Probably one second before you express your exclamation, that is, at the same time as the old lady is speaking on stage. 】
"In this case......"
Xia De tried his best to search for knowledge about "ghosts" in his head, because the house he lived in had died not long ago, so Xia De focused on searching for relevant content after getting in touch with St. Byrence's textbook.