When Shade took out the last signed document, Luvia reached out and took another framed document on the side:
"Look at this."
Shade looked over, and the first thing he saw was the red seal in the lower left corner, which was the king's personal seal. It was not "Lion Lion", the father of the contemporary king Margaret, but the king of the previous generation. This document is
Unexpectedly, His Majesty the King's letter recruiting local masons to go to Willendale to build the Colossus was placed together with the documents from the initial establishment of the Masons' Guild. This fully illustrates the importance of this matter in the Masons' Guild.
Luvia looked at the letter with great interest, while Shade carefully distinguished the twisted Carson-like text from the founding contract of the Masons' Association. Although the masons at that time could all write their own names, but
The fonts are worse than those of foreigners who just came to this world last summer and are getting familiar with the local script.
Fortunately, he was able to identify the surname "Fleming" in the end, which showed that among the founders of the Masons' Association, there really was Fleming. Looking at this simple contract, the founders shared the association's shares equally.
Equity, and agreed not to transfer this power to the hands of those in power. Mr. Fleming also had a share of equity. It was probably inherited by others after his disappearance, so few people in the association now mention his name.
"I found it."
Shade whispered to Luvia, pointing to the name on the document. Luvia stretched her head to look, and was about to say something. Suddenly, a bang bang bang sound came from the side, and both of them were surprised.
Looking at the door, someone knocked on the door:
"who?"
The knock on the door only rang three times before disappearing. Both Shade and Luvia were sure that they heard it correctly.
Shade handed the documents to Luvia and asked her to restore the safe. He carefully approached the door. He put his hand on the door, but felt nothing. After opening the door, the dark corridor was empty.
one person.
"Is this... stone chips?"
My eyes caught some traces on the ground, and I bent down and discovered that they were stone chips produced when carving stone statues. Listening carefully, I heard a slight tinkling sound from the distance, as if the head of a hammer was rhythmic.
Smashing the chisel.
At this time, Luvia, who had locked the safe, also walked to the door. Naturally, she heard the noise coming from the empty corridor:
"Really appeared?"
Looking at Shade suspiciously, Shade shook his head slightly and said that he didn't know what was going on: "First he knocked on the door, and then made this sound. It's a very standard horror story plot." Luvia tossed a coin casually:
"The danger is not great. It's not as dangerous as in the past."
When you work with a fortune teller, everything will become easier.
"Okay, let's follow over and have a look. Get ready to fight and hope not to make too much noise."
Following the subtle sound, Shade and Luvia returned from the third floor to the second floor, and from the second floor to the first floor. However, when they reached the first floor, the tinkling sound disappeared immediately.
Fortunately, Luvia was by her side, and her divination led the two of them to the courtyard behind the Masonic Guild building, and then they entered the stone statue warehouse in the north, which was also the warehouse that Shade and the playwright went to this afternoon.
…
The door of the warehouse was closed tightly. After Xia De unlocked it, he saw that it was dark inside. It was really as scary as the middle-aged stonemason said. For normal people, facing this kind of situation, of course it is best not to go in, otherwise it would be
It was a standard horror story. But for Shade and Luvia, there was no need to worry about ghosts or anything like that. The two of them walked in together, but after walking around they saw nothing. So they could only be disappointed.
He left from the door again, not even forgetting to lock the warehouse again from the outside.
"Oh, I was scared to death. I was almost discovered."
The old man's sigh sounded in the dark warehouse, and as a faint orange light appeared, the firelight from the middle of the warehouse illuminated the small area inside the warehouse.
The light did not come from gas lamps or candles, but someone set up a coal stove in the warehouse.
At this moment, a huge shadow is reflected on the wall of the warehouse by the light of the stove, and
The owner of the shadow is an old man with a bandage on his forehead, dark blue overalls with suspenders, and half-white hair who is carving a stone statue next to the lit coal stove.
He seems to be working on a standing figure. The body of the stone statue has been almost carved, but the face has no facial features.
The old man put down the hammer and chisel in his hands:
"You can still encounter something like this after death. The young man just now actually looked scarier than the exorcist priest from the church last year."
He whispered softly, and then suddenly noticed the sound of stones rubbing against the ground around him. He was startled in his heart, and the old stonemason subconsciously showed a look of fear, and then realized that he died last autumn:
"I am also an undead, who is afraid of whom?"
Although this comforted himself, the old soul was still a little scared. He observed the surroundings nervously, and finally discovered an abnormality. On the edge of the fire of the charcoal stove that appeared with the appearance of his own soul, there was a building that he was not here.
A stone statue seen in a warehouse.
It was an angel statue, but the appearance of the statue was very strange. Normal angel statues usually stretch their bodies to show divinity and love, but this angel statue had its wings curled up behind its back, its body hunched over, and its two palms even covered itself.
s eyes.
The old stonemason was quite convinced that this was definitely not something in the Masons' Guild. Then, the terrifying legends he heard from other old people in his childhood appeared in his memory:
"The Weeping Angel? The protagonist of a horror story who can petrify any living creature!"
Although he didn't know whether the rumored monster was also effective on souls, he still followed the experience of the old people, covered his face with his hands, and squatted down with his back to the firelight. He didn't hear any more sounds for a long time, and he was about to steal
Glancing behind me, I heard footsteps.
"Footsteps? Not a stone statue?"
The soul of the old stonemason turned around and saw Shade looking at him inquiringly. He was so frightened that he took two steps back, and then thought again that he was the undead:
"Young man, go quickly! There is a terrible monster here!" the old stonemason reminded kindly. Shade thought for a while:
"Is this what you're talking about?"
He covered his face again. The old stonemason looked at him in shock, knowing that he had been trapped: "That girl obviously went out with you!"...
"Of course it's an illusion." Shade said easily:
"Don't leave if you're here. I'll call my companion in and we'll talk. Don't leave. I know you're here and you can't escape."
When Shade and Luvia walked along the path among the many stone statues and returned to the center of the warehouse, the soul of the old stonemason was carving a stone statue there again. Although the old man seemed to be an entity, Shade and Luvia were both
I saw that this was actually an undead. However, this was just the soul of an ordinary person. Although he had some special methods and was good at hiding, he was not even considered an evil spirit. Using his voice to attract two people and control the stone statues here was already considered him.
To the greatest extent possible.
After the two of them stood around the light of the fire, the old man stopped what he was doing and put the hammer and chisel on the trolley beside him. He stared at his work, his cloudy eyes shining in the firelight.
: "You caught me, but I still have to say - young people, stealing is wrong."
The soul turned to look at the two people. The "turning head" here really turned its head. Only the head moved, and the body and neck did not move:
"If you just take other belongings, I will not knock on the door to warn you, but you should not touch the contents of the safe. That is the foundation of the association - so I am not an evil soul. Please do not destroy me.
.”
"We are not here to destroy you. Just like what you said, you are not an evil spirit. I also want to declare that we are not thieves. You see, we didn't take anything."
Shade spread his hands to indicate that he had empty hands:
"In fact, we came here just to take a look at the documents, not to value them."
"Yes, sir, if we are bad guys, there are ways to directly torture the soul to get the answer."
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Via also said, and the old stonemason nodded, and continued to turn his head to look at the stone sculpture he had carved. Interestingly, the stone sculpture and the furnace fire were also part of his soul, and were the special abilities possessed by this spirit body:
"As long as you didn't steal anything, you have nothing to do with me if you didn't steal anything."
The warehouse door creaked in the distance. He wanted Shade and Luvia to leave. But neither of them moved. Shade asked curiously:
"Are you the founder of the association, Mr. Fleming?"
"Oh, no, young man, you have mistaken the person. How could I be such a great person?" The old man shook his head hurriedly:
"My name is John Humphrey, a very ordinary stonemason, last fall." "Last fall, I was killed in the earthquake."
Shade suddenly realized, and also understood why this soul was still here after the church's exorcism ceremony. Obviously, this was not an evil spirit. Even among all the souls that Shade had seen, this was the most sober soul. And the church
Traces of this soul have probably been discovered, but if it were not an evil spirit, the church would not have interfered too much. After all, the soul that resides in the material world will leave sooner or later.
He reached out to touch the mithril cube in his pocket, and after finding no response, he remembered that Thomas Granger left the cube nearly seventy years ago, and the soul in front of him died only last year.
"Yes, during the earthquake last year, I was the unlucky guy who was crushed to death by the most perfect work I carved. Young man, do you know me?"
The old man was a little surprised:
"Did you hear what the people in the association said? It's really good to be remembered by others." He showed a satisfied smile.