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Chapter 239 The truth of the murder

 "The expression was normal, and he showed no desire to attack the living. When he appeared, it did not make the people nearby unconsciously fall into a state of panic. Even only I, a ring warlock, could observe it... It was not an evil spirit.

It can only be regarded as a soul that refuses to leave."

Shade silently concluded in his mind, but on the surface he still looked expressionlessly at the old woman behind the small podium in the church, recalling her past life.

There are many reasons why the soul does not leave with the death of the body. In this world of supernatural and occult existence, relics, the power of gods, the power of strange evil things, the unlucky place of death, the coincidental date of birth and time of death,

Strange ways of death, the characteristics of the soul itself, and other reasons may cause this phenomenon.

Attacks by evil spirits on ordinary people are actually the most common supernatural events dealt with by the Zhengshen Church in the steam city, and they are also one of the most harmful events to ordinary people.

The reason is very simple. The soul body in this world has the characteristic of being "completely immune to physical attacks." In other words, once it is really attacked by evil spirits, ordinary people, unless they are devout believers wearing holy symbols, will basically be

He had no choice but to run for his life, otherwise it would be useless even if he had a steam bomb strapped to his body.

The one beside Shade is not an evil spirit. It can only be regarded as a soul that resides in the world of the living. Otherwise, it would have been destroyed by the power of the church. As for the reason for its appearance, Shade does not know, and at the same time, he does not want to know. After all, it is also a ghost.

There were no adverse effects.

"This is probably Mr. Watson's soul, which will disappear after the funeral."

This was a wonderful expectation for the current scene, but it was a pity that he guessed wrong.

Pretending not to see the souls around him, he kept staring ahead for five minutes. Another cold breath appeared on the left hand side, and at the same time a second man's voice appeared:

"It's funny, I actually got to see my own funeral."

Shade glanced to the left again, and sure enough, a second soul appeared.

The two souls looked like middle-aged men in their forties, standing side by side on the carpet in the aisle leading from the church door to the podium. They almost blocked the church door, and neither of them noticed that someone was watching quietly around them.

them.

Judging from the words of the second soul when he appeared, he was the deceased Mr. Watson.

"I didn't expect you to be dead too, Mason."

Mr. Watson said, and Shade's ears moved. Mason seemed to be Mrs. Watson's last name before she got married, which was the last name of the guy who killed Mr. Watson.

Shade concentrated his attention and became somewhat interested in the following conversation. After all, a conversation between two souls must be more exciting than a boring stranger's funeral.

"Yes, I am fifteen years later than you. I didn't expect to see you here."

Mr. Mason said, both souls keeping their gaze forward and not looking at each other, as if this was just a casual conversation taking place during a funeral.

"I don't know why I'm here. I just heard her crying and I came here. Greta is still so beautiful in her old age. I really hope I can live to see this scene."

Mr. Watson sighed.

"I also hope that I can live to see my sister grow old, but it's a pity..."

Mr. Mason sighed. Shade didn't expect that the soul could do such an action:

"Have you ever resented your presence here?"

Mr. Mason asked again in a casual tone, and Mr. Watson replied:

"That happened more than thirty years ago, so what's the use of resenting her?"

"She? Why resent Mrs. Watson? Shouldn't it be resentment against Mr. Mason?"

Xia De said suspiciously, but his expression remained unchanged, for fear that he would be caught eavesdropping and thus not be able to hear the entire conversation.

"Yeah, it's been thirty years. I still remember that rainy night when I went to your house to deliver red wine. Sister Greta opened the door and she was drunk, with the smell of alcohol and blood on her body..."

Mr. Mason paused:

"I have always known that you two have deep conflicts, but I never thought that she would kill you."

Shade blinked. In fact, he didn't care what he was looking at. He was more interested in the conversation between the two ghosts. Mr. Watson seemed not to be killed by his wife's brother, but by his own wife.

dead.

"She drank a lot that day and asked me about Miss Emma...you know I can't explain it."

Mr. Watson's tone was very complicated. Shade was not the kind of person who could analyze seven or eight emotions from one sentence, but at least he knew that this soul was helpless, angry and regretful now.

"Yeah, you can't explain it. After all, that woman is pregnant with your child. Look, the middle-aged man in the third row is also 32 years old this year."

Mr. Mason prompted, and the conversation was interrupted for a while. Mr. Watson's soul looked up for a long time:

"Greta didn't make things difficult for them? I clearly admitted it before I died."

"She drank too much that night, and she couldn't remember what she heard or what she did the next day. It was me who moved your body away on that rainy night and washed away the traces. Sister Greta only

I remember you had a big fight, and then you left the house in anger."

Mr. Mason's soul told stories about the past, and Shade also had a question. Of course, he didn't intend to say it out loud. He didn't want to lose the qualification to listen to the story because of his interruption.

"You then 'disappeared'. My sister was very sad. I persuaded her to travel to other places. During this period, I brought your body back and hid it in the basement of your house and sealed it behind a brick wall."

"So, she was not questioned by the police and was able to continue to live a decent life?"

Mr Watson concluded.

"Yes, I was suspected of murdering you, so I surrendered. Later, I spent a very unforgettable time in prison, fell ill, and passed away soon after I was released from prison. I did not tell what happened that night.

,After all, it's not her fault."

When the two men talked about these past stories, neither showed much emotion, as if they were just chatting with old friends.

Shade, who eavesdropped on the conversation, was already thinking about telling Miss Louisa what he saw today. This would probably be very good writing material. He accepted this commission just because he wanted to relax before the war and take a look at Spy.

Mr. Luo, now that I have heard such an interesting story, the time I spent this afternoon is no longer wasted.

The conversation between Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason ended here. They stood side by side and watched Mr. Watson's friends say goodbye one by one. The two souls only commented on the old friends' old friends from time to time.

Apart from appearance, I don’t talk much about it.

And when the last pastor came on stage to evaluate Mr. Watson's life, Mr. Mason laughed at the comment about "loyalty in love". When he heard that "he was generous by nature and willing to do good," he even taunted Watson around him.

Mr. Center.

The latter was not angry and just explained his life calmly. Shade heard Mr. Watson's confession in full. If what he told was true, then he should be a typical middle-aged businessman who was lustful and greedy for money.

There is nothing terribly evil, but he is definitely not a good person either.

At the end of the funeral ceremony in the church, everyone stood up and prayed for Mr. Watson together with the pastor. Shade also stood up and repeated the words of blessing in the voice of the old pastor.

The two souls did not speak with everyone, but when everyone sat down and the priest announced that the coffin could be moved to the underground tomb, Mr. Watson suddenly raised a question, which was also the question that Shade had while listening to the story:

"You said...Did Greta really completely forget about that rainy night? Or was it just..."

"...Unwilling to take responsibility for killing her husband, her brother ended up in jail."

Mr. Mason completed the last half of the sentence.

When Shade heard this, he quickly glanced at the two souls again, worried that they would suddenly turn into evil spirits. But fortunately, they only raised questions and remained emotionally calm.

Everyone stood up, and four professional pallbearers from the church lifted the coffin placed on the shelf in the aisle. The pastor, Mrs. Watson, Shade, and Mr. Watson's brother John Watson

He was the first to leave the church, followed closely by the lifted coffin, and last were the relatives and friends who came to bid farewell.

The two souls did not leave, nor did they stay in the church. Instead, they moved forward with the team and happened to be still beside Shade.

Shade watched Mrs. Watson being held in tears by the middle-aged bodyguard while continuing to listen to the conversation between the two souls.

Go along the stone road connecting the small lecture hall, walk forward a hundred steps and turn left. The coffins are stored in the underground tomb, which is a relatively high-end burial method. A large family can even own an entire underground tomb, allowing each generation of the family to

Sleep together after death.

Of course, expensive and high-end are not because the decoration of the underground tombs is very good, but just because that is the tradition of the people.

"When you say that, I also want to know how she forgot it, or whether she deliberately didn't want to remember it."

Mr. Mason said softly, and Shade caught a glimpse of his soul looking towards Mrs. Watson in front.

"Although the past has passed, I still want to know. After all, she forgot about it, which caused me to be buried thirty years later."

Mr. Watson said the same thing.

"Then why not ask her directly."

"Do you know how to get her to see us?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know either."

The tone of the conversation between the souls was monotonous. Sha De understood that what was said in the book was correct. Mortal souls cannot remain intact in the world without protection. The two souls around him were probably just fragments, only more powerful than Sha De.

[Soul Echo] The soul shadow summoned is stronger.

Even without intervention, they would probably dissipate soon.

Weeds and trees grow vigorously in the cemetery in summer, but the dedicated tombkeepers keep the area they manage well. In the gaps between the stone paths, the height of the weeds is only as high as the stone steps. In the gaps between the neat tombs, there are only a few.

The trees allow the sun to cast mottled shadows on the tombstones.


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