Taking advantage of no one in the alley, Xia De opened the lock with thaumaturgy. After entering the house, he first put on shoe covers and gloves, and then held up his hat.
Then I saw that the furniture and daily necessities were all there. Presumably, after the matter was over, the landlord and the residents on the second floor would move back.
"I knew that if I wanted to be a thief, ordinary people would definitely not be able to stop me."
Xia De thought to himself as he went up the stairs.
There was nothing wrong with the first floor or the second floor. Xia De didn't open other people's doors, but just walked around the corridor.
Echo of Blood did not see any strange traces, but the echo of the past allowed Shade to hear some interesting conversations.
Within 48 hours, the residents on the second floor had returned. The voices were a man and a woman, and the discussion was about the young people on the third floor.
They were just chatting on the way down the stairs, and the general idea was that since the young students upstairs had moved in, there would always be strange noises upstairs late at night, so they thought maybe Sal Harker's death, It is because the "evil spirit" has long existed.
Entering the third floor, Xia De opened the locked door, but except for the large piece of furniture, all traces of life in the room have disappeared.
Unlike the windows on the first floor, which were sealed, the windows on the third floor were only closed, so that the sunlight through the hazy fog could still shine in.
Shade's boots creaked on the somewhat damp floor. He walked into the door and looked around, reminded by the woman's voice in his head, turned around and saw the soul standing at the door of the bedroom avoiding the sun.
Not evil spirits, just spirits. The soul is almost completely transparent. If it dared to stand in the light, Shad would probably hardly see its form. Judging from the facial features of the soul, this should be Sal Harker who lives here.
Shad saw him, and he saw Shad. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but seeing Xia De staring at him all the time, Soul looked behind him in surprise and confirmed that there was a closed door behind him
"Can you see me?"
"Yes, I can see you."
Xia De said, with some regret in his tone. The soul in front of him is very normal, a standard soul staying in the death zone, and has not been infected by any elements. So the "haunted" rumors here are true, but certainly not related to the relic.
Thinking of this, I suddenly had the idea of turning around and leaving. But Shad didn't move, because he was also interested in the story of the soul.
It was only 9:50 in the morning, and he had time to inquire about the stories that happened here.
"It turns out that the so-called mystical power really exists in this world."
Probably because of the short time of death, the wisdom displayed by the soul is close to that of normal people.
"Are you Huck?"
Shad checked, and the spirit nodded, looking happy to have someone to talk to
"Yes, Sal Harker, I died here, and then I was trapped here. Are you"
"MI6."
Xia De took out his ID card and shook it, his soul suddenly realized
"Oh, I know, it's the plot in the court novel. In the mysterious MI6, there really is a wizard who solves the witchcraft for the king!"
Of course, this kind of statement is wrong. There may be ring warlocks hired by MI6, but most of them are unable to get along in other places, or are in urgent need of money, which is not what he thought.
But Xia De did not correct, but nodded
"I was sent to inspect the house after your downstairs neighbors reported that it was haunted."
"Haunted? When I lived here, it never happened. So it was me."
He suddenly realized, and he didn't know whether it was the wear and tear of the soul that reduced his intelligence, or he didn't fully accept his own death
"Sorry, I swear I didn't do anything! I just walked around at night occasionally, and I thought I couldn't interfere in the world of the living."
Sal Harker's soul is weaker than the two souls in the cemetery, who, because of half a century of resentment and confusion, can at least work together to control an ordinary person, and the former is really just an ordinary soul.
"How did you die?"
Xia De inquired curiously.
"I was sick. I thought it was just a common gastrointestinal problem. I didn't expect that the pain suddenly became severe in the middle of the night. That night, the landlord's family went to visit relatives in the countryside, and the neighbors on the second floor seemed to be attending a banquet for the small civil servants in the city hall. I couldn't ask for help, and then just die."
Speaking of his own death, the young soul still had some regrets, but no dissatisfaction.
"According to my preliminary investigation, your neighbors said that there were strange noises upstairs before. That was before your death. Are you sure where you live, is there really no problem?"
"You sit on the sofa and try it."
The soul said, Xia De hesitated for a moment and sat over, nothing happened.
"Try turning around."
The soul spoke again, and Shad moved again, but nothing happened.
Shad did it again, this time with a very noticeable sound from the floor. Apparently the floor under the couch was loose, making noise when the couch wobbled.
"So, the sound heard by the neighbors downstairs is made like this But what kind of strenuous exercise do you do on the sofa every night? Is it exercise?"
"exercise"
The soul still stands in the shadow of the bedroom door
"Not really, but I also know that I shouldn't stay. I can stay. On the one hand, there may be a problem with a necklace I bought before, and on the other hand, there are things to deal with. Sir, there is a floor under the coffee table that can be pried open , please take out the items inside."
Xia De really didn't feel any traces of elements in the house, but after prying open the floor, he barely noticed that there were alchemy items underneath.
Take out all the contents inside, there are three magazines, a bone necklace, and an old black wallet.
The bone necklace was suspected by Xia De to be a human bone. Judging from his superficial knowledge, this item is a standard necromantic alchemy item, but it is seriously damaged. No matter, it will be completely ineffective after a few months. It is this item that causes the soul to stay here.
As for the three books, from the covers they appear to be last fall's women's fashion magazines. This is something that ladies like, and it's strange to be here.
After opening it, Xia De glanced at it, then immediately closed the book, his face turning red.
There is not a single word in it, and they are all large black and white photos of people and oil paintings, which are used to show the beauty of the human body and explain that human beings can take pictures and paint without wearing clothes.
In other words, the cover is only used to cover up the real content inside, this is a picture book with colors.
"You watch this every night?"
Xia De looked at the soul and shook the book in his hand.
"It's not every night. I stay here occasionally. I actually want to destroy these things, so I walk around at night. No, it's okay to take them away, as long as no one else finds out that I have seen them."
said the soul, with no expression on his face.
"No problem, I'll take it away for you and burn it."
Xia De couldn't leave traces of his previous visit to the house, so he couldn't burn it here.
"Also, please burn the photos in your wallet."
The soul said again, Xia De opened the old black wallet and checked it. The so-called photos are two very old family photos, with the background of a windmill in the countryside. The little boy in the photo should be Sal Harker in front of him, but counting the time, the photo should have been taken decades ago.
"This is a photo of me and my family, but they passed away during the plague five years ago. Sir, take those three books away, burn the photos, and the money in the wallet is yours. I am going to pay next year’s tuition money, but I can’t use it anymore.”
"Don't you have any friends? Who handled the corpse?"
Xia De asked in surprise, Sal Haq, whose soul became more and more transparent, shook his head
"If I had friends, why would I read those magazines by myself at home at night? My body was disposed of by the school, but since it is dead, don't bother the people I know at school because of money. The landlord has my three-month old body." The deposit is given to him as a gift. As for the money, it is about 20 pounds, sir, this is a gift for you, thank you for helping me deal with these matters."
It's not that the tuition fee is 20 pounds a year, but that he has only saved this money so far.
The voice of the soul weakened little by little, only let Xia De hear the last sentence, he is leaving
"Sir, I have no family, no friends, no one to hang out with at night, and I am alone trying to change my life by reading. As a foreigner, I am very happy to have someone to help me with my funeral. Thank you."
He disappeared, and Xia De looked at the 20 pounds he got for nothing, not only was he not happy, but he was surprised with some doubts
"So, why did I come here? Isn't this telling me that a foreigner who has no one to rely on will eventually die alone, and there is not even a person to inherit the inheritance?"
The sun shone into the room from the window, and then shone on Xia De's face, that was a look of astonishment~www.mtlnovel.com~ Nothing could ruin his mood for the whole day like this one.
Stranger, don't you have someone who can inherit the inheritance?
asked the whispering voice in his ear.
"You mean Mia?"
Xia De looked at the wallet in his hand under the sun, which seemed to be mocking him.
I mean your friends. How did you think about that cat?
She whispered in his ear, Xia De was speechless
"Although there is money to be made, I shouldn't be doing this commission."
Although there is a soul in this matter, it's okay to leave it alone. Now the matter is perfectly resolved, but the blow to Xia De's mind is really too great.
Leaving the house and locking the door, Xia De used spells to light a fire downstairs, and burned the two photos as agreed.
As for the three books in his hand, since they were too big, he couldn't light them casually in the alley, so he planned to take them back and burn them again. When I walked out of the alley, I remembered that I could turn them into small toys, but now that I have come to the street
Xia De sighed, holding three books, facing the morning sun, lowered his head and joined the flow of people into the misty street.
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