Walking along the cemetery path in the rain, Shad realized that this was the first time he had visited Mr. Sparrow since his death.
Some time ago, I was busy with my livelihood, and I only occasionally thought of this gentleman every time I looked at the master bedroom at home. Now stepping on the stone road in the cemetery, recalling the last and first conversation between the two, Xia De feels like it happened many years ago.
Sparrow Spy Hamilton's grave is not conspicuous, lying on the grass in the rain together with countless ordinary people around him.
Xia De found the location of the tomb according to the receipt, and stood in front of the tombstone embedded in the ground holding an umbrella.
There are only names, dates of death and causes of death on the tombstones, without any biographical records.
The humid air suppressed the heat of summer. He held the umbrella with one hand and put the other hand in the pocket of his coat. Raindrops were beating on Shad's umbrella, and as he looked down at the mundane grave, he felt a sense of absurdity at the thought of the late detective's possible foreign spy status.
There was no one around, and the sound of the rain was enough to suppress his voice, so he could speak his mind:
"The story of his life is definitely very exciting. Born, educated, joined Gray Gloves for training for unknown reasons, was arranged to lurk in Tobesk, and solved large and small commissions as a detective for three years... ..He met countless people in his hometown and in Tobesk. Countless things happened, and he also knew countless secrets. Witnessed by me, a foreigner, the final destination is actually just a corner of the cemetery, this small grave."
【Are you sighing? 】
Even the sound of the rain could not suppress her whispering.
"sigh?"
Xia De looked down at the tombstone and shook his head slightly:
"No, I know that everyone's life story is very exciting in the eyes of others. But standing here now, I think Mr. Sparrow ended like this, like a magnificent story that ended when the protagonist suddenly decided to stop. Step down."
【Do you feel sorry for him? 】
He looked down at the tombstone:
"Yeah, such a wonderful life ended in an accident. Even except me, no one can know everything he has experienced."
Holding an umbrella, he bent down and brushed his hand over the surface of the tombstone:
"Mr. Sparrow, when you lay on the bed and received the last thing from me before you died, would you also feel regretful? Just like the two ghosts just now?"
But Sparrow couldn't answer the question, and he really left.
Even Xia De has no way of judging what kind of person he is, or even whether he is a good person or a bad person.
Kasenlik's senior spy is buried here. He did not realize his ideal in a foreign land, and he will never return to his hometown. No one even knows his story.
[Outlander, it sounds like you are also worried about yourself? 】
When Xia De straightened up, the woman asked softly.
"It's not that I'm worried, it's just... If one day I die unexpectedly, maybe I will be buried not far from here."
He looked up at the cemetery in the rain, it was very quiet, there were countless people sleeping, and countless stories were buried:
He raised his left hand and looked at his clenched hand.
【You are confused. 】
"It's not that I'm confused, it's just that I'm a little emotional before the big battle tomorrow night."
Shad took a deep breath, letting the moist but fresh air of the cemetery rush into his lungs:
"First-ring, second-ring, and third-ring warlocks, go to the nine-ring warlock for revenge. Even if the preparations are very proper and the other party is injured, they will still feel uneasy. Besides, once we succeed, Miss Bayas will truly become the chosen one, which means The magnificent epic of the sixth era will involve more and more people. I have decided to join in, but for the future..."
He removed the umbrella above his head, let the raindrops hit him, and then immediately put the umbrella upright:
"To take a look at Mr. Sparrow this time is also to prevent me from coming back tomorrow night. He gave me the foundation of my current life, and I can't forget him casually. Speaking of which, I am still very grateful to Mr. Sparrow of."
The woman's voice in his heart did not continue to sound, Xia De finally looked down at the small grave, and planned to leave:
"In any case, only by moving forward can your own story continue. Their story is over, but my story is still very long, and it must be very long."
Exhaling a long breath, I feel much more relaxed all over my body:
"The story of me, a foreigner in a foreign land, can only be witnessed by myself."
【And I. 】
"But aren't you me?"
Xia De asked unexpectedly, she smiled:
[Yes, you are me, and I am you. Stranger, you write your stories and epics, and I will do it for you...]
The last voice was very low, and Xia De didn't care. He turned and left under the umbrella, thinking of taking a bouquet of flowers the next time he came.
After the tale of the two ghosts and the funeral, and talking to Detective Sparrow at her grave, Shad felt at least less lost. Only by throwing away those cranky thoughts can we better deal with things on Thursday night.
It is raining outside the city, and it is naturally raining in the city. Although there were some meat and vegetables at home, Xia De was not in the mood to go home and cook, so he went out to eat with Mia after returning home in a rented carriage.
And as night fell, the sudden heavy rain became more ferocious. Knowing that Miss Anat and Miss Bayas were coming~www.mtlnovel.com~, Xia De didn't arrange other things at night, but stood at the window of the living room with the cat in his arms, watching the rain together.
Around seven o'clock, Miss Anat's carriage stopped downstairs, and she was still complaining to Shad about the rain when she entered the door.
The keen fortune-teller noticed that Xia De was a little different from the last meeting. When he went up the stairs, his purple eyes looked up and down at the young detective walking in front:
"Specifically, it feels like you are more... firmer. It's not that you were not firm before, but that you are firmer now. Xia De, this is a good thing. You seem to have figured out something."
"Yes, but I'm curious, Miss Anat, why are you so determined from the beginning when facing such a big event as the thirteen chosen ones?"
Xia De turned his head and joked that the orange cat walking on the top of the stairs to "lead the way" for the two turned around and "meowed" unhappily, reminding the two to keep up.
Luvia Anat did not answer this question, but asked Shad for hot tea. She complained that it was inconvenient to go out in this kind of weather, and prayed softly, hoping that the weather would be better tomorrow.