They ran and chased one after the other, and the target was obviously the crack leading to the real death at the top of the mountain.
"Mr. Beirut! Mr. Beirut!"
In the current half-dream and half-awake state "seeing" the narrow space, Xia De has no entity, and cannot touch any entity, and can only make a very slight sound.
He tried calling, but Mr. Beirut didn't answer at all. He chased that figure, both of them looked so hazy in the fog:
"Isn't this the love of my life? The citizens of Miburg are all so infatuated?"
Xia De murmured in his heart, and then let himself on the chair touch the [mind crystallization ring] on his finger, and stared closely at the back of Mr. Beirut's head in the narrow room:
"Mind blast!"
Strictly speaking, Xia De and this gentleman are not in the same space. In addition, he just used his eyes to see, instead of pointing at the target with his fingers according to the strict casting steps, because the power of [Mind Blast] was greatly reduced.
But even so, the running Mr. Beirut staggered suddenly, and then continued to chase the looming hazy figure.
Not far above is the top of the narrow mountain. If Xia De does not stop him, he will probably be confused by the phantom of the soul and step into real death:
"Stop, you can't go any further!"
The [Mind Blast] just now still works, and Mr. Beirut finally gave an answer this time. His footsteps did not slow down, Xia De could only see his back, so he didn't know what his expression was at this time:
"I really want to catch up with her."
Mr. Beirut's voice was similarly indistinct, one of the hallmarks of dreams. .
"Is that your fiancée?"
"No, that's my sister. She watched me grow up, but she didn't expect a serious disease to take her life."
"But do you really think she would want you to follow her away?"
Xia De continued to ask, and Mr. Beirut's pace finally slowed down. And the shadowy figure in front actually slowed down, keeping a distance that could be seen by Mr. Beirut:
"Before she left, she took my hand on the hospital bed and said that she hoped that my life would be safe."
"So what are you doing now?"
Xia Delai asked:
"Following the dead, following the person who wished you a happy life, is it really your and her wish?"
Mr. Beirut's steps slowed down again, and he was now almost walking.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Since she has already left, what you can do is not to leave with her, but to remember her. As long as you remember her, the traces of her existence in this world will not be forgotten. will disappear."
Mr. Beirut sighed and finally stopped. Together with Xia De, he looked at the figure stopped on the high steps. In the thick fog, she is not clear, but she is waiting:
"I have seen her in dreams countless times, and I have wanted to catch up with her countless times. But only this time, I feel that I am the closest to her."
"Then put a bouquet of flowers on her grave."
Xia De said softly:
"Remember to tell her that you have a very happy life."
The gentleman turned around slowly, tears dripping down his cheeks. He walked towards the direction he came from, paused for a moment, turned his head to look at the phantom in the high place, waved his hands to say goodbye for the last time, and then walked down the mountain.
His figure melted into the mist.
"It's really good. It seems that there are still a small number of stubborn people."
Barton's stubbornness made Xia De very sorry, but this time he was successfully persuaded, Xia De was very happy. He wanted to leave this dream, but heard another voice:
"detective?"
"Um?"
Xia De actually saw Priest Augustus, an old man wearing a priest's white robe, with a huge brass-colored notched ring holy emblem of "Mr. Dawn" on his chest, walking from the fog. I don't know who gave this old gentleman a new hairstyle. He looks extraordinarily energetic now, as if he is ten years younger.
"Priest? Can you see me?"
"Of course not."
Priest Augustus shook his head:
"But I can hear the voice. Since yesterday the church arranged for us ordinary priests to enter the narrow space and set up a camp on the top of the narrow space to protect our safety. Within 24 hours, I saw at least four It's normal. That's just what I saw.
The priest looked around:
"Where are you now?"
"I'm still in the real world, and I accepted a commission to help persuade that gentleman back."
"That's good, then you can go quickly, the current narrow room is not suitable for anyone to come. Not only the new undead, but even the undead who stayed here in the last century have started to move around. The situation is really bad .”
"Okay. Priest, I entered the narrow room yesterday and met that Joey Barton. He is fusing relics, and can even turn the narrow room into his own mystic lock. It has been confirmed that he swallowed the power of the clown and wants to Enter death through the three passages and retrieve the souls of the dead."
After the battle on the ice of Lake Bena, Shad met the priest in the forest, who was also looking for Joey Barton, and it was for an unknown item on him. Shad had promised at the time that he would share information about Joey Barton with the priest.
"Fusion relic? Oh, don't tell me, I forgot that he is a member of the [Truth Society]. Things are a little troublesome, but it doesn't matter. Don't worry, I will guard the top of the mountain and will not let him enter the land of death from the top of the mountain." Yes. In the narrow room, I am no ordinary human old man."
He laughed at himself, and because Mr. Beirut was close to sober, Shad was leaving:
"Hope tomorrow's ceremony goes smoothly, praise Dawn!"
"Praise the dawn. You must never run into the closet again, here"
Shad didn't hear the last half of the warning, because he was fully awake.
Except for the drowsy Mr. Beirut, the others in the room left quietly. After a while, the sound of sobbing came from the room. He still remembered the dream just now.
Both Shad and Sister Michelle breathed a sigh of relief, and Sister Michelle sent Shad back to the upstairs lounge.
"Sister, why do people always want to bring back those who have left?"
"Because there are regrets."
The middle-aged nun gave the answer without much hesitation.
The two were not walking side by side on the stairs, and Sister Michelle was one step lower than Shad.
"It's a pity that some people can be persuaded, but some people are stubborn and want to make a big mistake. In fact, I am also very conflicted. I understand his behavior, but I think he really did something wrong."
Although Sister Michelle didn't know who Shad was talking about, she didn't mind continuing the conversation.
The two turned a corner in the stairwell on the second floor, and Xia De saw the decorative oil painting on the wall. It was a blind man with cloth strips wrapped around his eyes, opening a door to light in the darkness.
"It's normal. You sympathize with poor people, but you don't confuse your own good and evil because the other person is pitiful. Since you can't persuade stubborn people, then give up."
Xia De thought for a while, and it was indeed like this:
"So what should I do?"
"What should you do, why are you asking me? You ask this question, don't you already know the answer?"
Sister Michelle smiled, Xia De looked at the steps under her feet:
"Yes. Actually, I admire that person very much. It's a pity."
The fog in Fort Midhill became thicker.
Helping to rescue Mr. Beirut just now was nothing more than a small effort for Xia De. But Sister Michelle still insisted on paying Xia De.
[Spiritual Religion] Helped Xia De so much without asking for money, and Xia De will definitely not accept it this time. But Sister Michelle insisted that this was her personal commission to Xia De, and in the end she paid Xia De 5 pounds, which made Xia De very embarrassed.
Rescuing Mr. Beirut who dreamed of falling into the narrow space was just an episode during the waiting period. And in the slightly long afternoon, many things happened in the city.
The first abnormality was an earthquake around two o'clock.
The earthquake was very sudden. A second ago, Xia De was sitting on the sofa reading a book, and was about to reach out for a teacup, but Mia, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly jumped up. It jumped onto Shad's lap, meowing with fur. Looking around, it seems that there is an invisible enemy that is hostile to this cat.
And before Xia De understood what Mia wanted to express, there were ripples in the cup of black tea on the table:
"earthquake!"
Then the tremor of the floor was felt by Xia De, but the vibration only lasted for more than ten seconds and then stopped~www.mtlnovel.com~ The intensity and destructive force of the vibration did not catch up with Xia De described in the newspaper a few days ago The two earthquakes at Fort Midsill are simply incomparable.
Mia looked very frightened, even though she was hugged by Shad, she still frowned, and it took her a while to calm down. Xia De also left the room again to check the situation in the House of the Blind. Although there were not many visitors today, some blind people were injured due to panic in the earthquake just now, and some indoor paintings and furniture were also toppled due to the earthquake.
Shade helped Sister Michelle coordinate the recovery of the Home for the Blind. During this period, neighbors even came to ask for help. The Home for the Blind has a good reputation in the neighborhood.
The appearance of this sudden small earthquake must be related to the mutation in the narrow space, but Xia De, who is in the home of the blind, does not know what happened.
But what is certain is that the unknowable relic [Life and Death Hazama] cannot be sealed by the church. After the nails that sent Hazama to reality are pulled out one by one, Hazama itself will definitely be in the afternoon before the ceremony. Make a bigger resistance.
Hazama itself has no self-awareness, but just like nature will resist human destruction, this level 0 relic will also spontaneously produce the phenomenon of resisting the seal.