"Mr. Craft, I understand that you need some free time to rest, but are you really sure that this is our destination today?"
"What, is there any problem?" Kraft changed into regular clothes and enjoyed the rare fresh outdoor air. "It's reasonable to visit more historical sites in Dunling on this rare occasion."
Kupu glanced at the wasteland that was half a man tall and covered in weeds. Liao Liaoji's visitors were walking in a hurry, carrying earth-cutting and stone-cutting tools and carrying heavy objects wrapped in cloth strips. "That's true.
Does Dr. David know that you missed the clinic for a long time to visit the cemetery?"
"It's okay. I told him. If you're not sure, don't take action now. Leave it to me to deal with it." This is a small step for fishing, but also a big step for David to take on important responsibilities. If the latter performs well,
It is entirely possible for the Society to add a peripheral member.
And Kraft has been working and teaching intensively for a whole week. If he hadn't mentioned it out of curiosity, he might have remembered that he had to wait until next month.
They are in a rare open space in the suburbs. It is about half a city away from David Clinic, and the old city of the university is further away. The expanding city intentionally stops at a certain limit, forming a huge gap around it.
Nor do the streets connect with broken paths in the weeds.
The university's coachman was unwilling to get any closer after he was sent to the outside. He politely dissuaded the two guests from giving up their thoughts, saying that the souls of those who died of uncleanness could not be accepted anywhere, and most of them would linger here.
"I think you are probably someone who won't jump because of two bones. In fact, this is indeed an ancient ruin. Look at our feet. It must be quite old."
Even though it is arched and cut into shapes by plant roots, it can still be seen that the scattered pavement is a structure paved with cut stones. When it is complete, it should be in better condition than the road in the city.
It is generally underground, and on the rocks that emerge from a corner, the traces of artificial trimming are finally sectioned, and are as faded as natural creations. Only from the scattered piles and the same decadent roads, it can be seen that there used to be a large group of buildings here.
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Just a few decades would not allow the soil to engulf a stone building of this scale. Most of it is a remnant of an earlier era.
The special purpose made the local residents refuse to build new buildings on the foundations of previous generations, and even did not use stones of nearly a foot, as if they subconsciously believed that these most stubborn and powerful living things would also be infected by the disease.
So these things just lie there until their original purpose is unknown.
The two found the entrance on a low stone wall of questionable practicality, and a hut made of leftover wooden boards. The most formal thing was that it was not enshrined, but instead hung a holy emblem outside the door.
The old tombkeeper with dry and disheveled hair sat on a wooden stool at the door, gnawing on a handful of fruits with more cores than meat, and casually threw the cores into the sewer outlet nearby. Seeing the two people who did not look like they were here to engage in normal funeral affairs, he just
The remaining normal eye became alert.
It seems that even the most hated places are still under the control of the church. The control may not be reliable, but at least it clearly reflects the idea that cemeteries are not illegal places.
That kind of gaze really made Kraft uncomfortable, like the security guard at the school gate, who could distinguish teachers, students from his own school, students from other schools, or social idlers mixed in through some kind of intuition formed by experience.
"Hello, we are with the people in front of you." Pointing to the group of people who just walked past, Kraft tried to get away with it.
The old man guarding the tomb moved his chair to the middle of the road and sat down, blocking the way. He didn't understand why the other party didn't just climb over the wall. "Except those who specialize in collecting corpses, even the relatives of the deceased may not follow them in. Are you?"
"Well, we are actually from the medical school. We hope to investigate the number of people who died of tuberculosis in Dunling. This may help improve our understanding of the local epidemic of this disease."
"Oh, that's right!" He blinked, even the pale one with a cloudy eye, showing a clear look, and then refused without hesitation for a second, "No."
"Why?"
The rusty shovel hit the ground heavily, indicating the attitude of the tombkeeper - why do you think it is?
Kraft realized that things were probably really difficult to explain, so he tried some communication methods that were easier to open up the understanding gap between people. "For the sake of Heavenly Father, I hope to provide a place for these poor people to live after they die."
Provide some material help for maintenance.”
"Do you know where that place is?"
Looking in the direction pointed by the finger covered with dust, you can see a spire not far away that is higher than the average level, clearly showing its identity. "Believe me, people from the Inquisition sometimes come here.
Visit the nearby church.”
"I think six silver coins would be a good price."
"Sir, no matter where you come from, insulting my faith in Heavenly Father with silver coins is delusional." The old man glanced at the holy emblem hanging on the door of the shed. Perhaps especially in positions that require spiritual blessing, it is naturally easier to become determined.
believers.
"I'm not talking about black silver coins."
"No way..."
"Seven, that's enough for you to change to a new holy emblem handed over by the priest. It's better than this thing." Some inexplicable slight itching, like someone holding a hair strand to tease the hair on the back of the neck, increasing the hot flashes caused by the weather.
Feeling irritated and losing his patience, Kraft instinctively wanted to end the negotiation and leave as soon as possible.
The hand holding the shovel loosened, and the tombkeeper felt that the chair surface seemed a little hot, "You are making it very difficult for me."
"If it doesn't work, I'll find another place."
"I don't want to see anyone blatantly carrying something out of the front door." Taking the small object with a pleasant metallic sound, he stood up, moved the chair and sat aside, "Also, did you bring any fire?"
This makes people a little suspicious that the other party's two eyes have lost function, and they can no longer distinguish between day and night. "Fire?"
"Forget it, just treat it as a bonus. If you don't dare to go down later, remember to come back." A blackened lantern was thrust into Kraft's hand, and the tombkeeper kindly helped light the fire without even asking.
Must be returned.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Kraft had no intention of lingering at the door. He thanked the other party for the gift and quickly chased in the direction of the mourner, who only had his back left in front.
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The cemetery can have a decent wall, and the environment is basically the same as outside. There is no new soil turned up, burial materials exposed by rain erosion, high grassland and a few relics with hidden traces of carving are still the theme here.
Obviously, it would be difficult to attempt this without destroying several tools, and it would be impossible to accommodate a large number of victims of infectious diseases in the limited area.
Following the cleared road, their questions were quickly answered, and they understood the purpose of the tombkeeper's lantern.
A half-buried stone arch is embedded in the ground that is a mixture of earth and stone. The deep feldspar spirals downwards to an out-of-reach place. The light of footsteps disappears around the corner, and the tightly wrapped human figure disappears from sight.
The reason why there is only one tombkeeper in such a large place has been found. This is not the cemetery itself, but the entrance.
The catacombs that were used to count the dead in previous great plagues have not been forgotten and abandoned; on the contrary, its doors have never been closed for decades, playing the role of accommodating those rejected by the Kingdom of Heaven.
"Coop, let me confirm again, you are not afraid of bones, right?"
"I'm more afraid of them when they are written on paper than when they move." Kupp patted the hammer hanging on his waist. If a skeleton with moving bones appeared in front of him, he felt that he should be able to communicate with it.
Download learning results.
"Very well, you can go to the back with the lamp." Before stepping onto the stairs, Kraft looked back at the way he came for the last time, frowning in confusion.
[I always feel uncomfortable]
He paused for a while to identify the source of the discomfort, but as soon as he found it, the feeling disappeared at a certain moment.
"Mr. Craft, is that something?"
"No, it's not like that. Maybe it's just a sign of cervical spondylosis. Let's go down."