The place where he was now should be a public facility for the temporary storage of corpses. The sound outside the coffin should come from the guards of this facility.
The guard seemed to be experienced. He called the unusual movements coming from the coffin the "restless person" phenomenon, and spoke to himself rationally and clearly, without showing any panic in the process.
The body he was currently possessed by seemed to be a worker in a mine. The cause of death was falling from a height and his body had serious organic defects.
While talking to the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summarized this useful information, and at the same time further confirmed the idea that his current body was of no use.
After all, even without considering the fact that this body was extremely weak, it would be difficult for him to run around with a deflated head. Of course, there were such things as "living dead" in this world, and there seemed to be many sailors on Tirian's ship with skeletal abnormalities, some of them missing a corner of their heads or a piece of their hearts. But even if they were living dead, they were not individuals who could move around openly in the city-state, and this did not meet his requirements.
While Duncan was silently thinking in his mind, the old guard outside the coffin never relaxed his tense nerves.
The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointed at the coffin. The herbal powder that had been sprinkled on the ground in advance was now emitting a pale glow. His voice remained calm, but the fingers holding the shotgun had turned slightly white.
He was waiting for the restless person in the coffin to exhaust the last obsession and reason in his soul, waiting for the chattering dead person to gradually become tired and accept the fact of his own death. According to his experience, that usually didn't take too long. Under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and powder, it often only took half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.
Normally, the deceased will gradually become confused during the conversation, and soon will not even remember the words. Normally, the sound in the coffin will become a vague mumbling, and finally a hoarse murmur. Normally...
But why does the person in the coffin seem to be getting more energetic the more he talks? !
"Sir," the old guard tightened his rifle and his voice became a little serious, "you have said enough. Now calm down as soon as possible and go back to sleep honestly - otherwise, you will feel bad when the sun rises."
The emblem fell to the ground silently, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into floating white smoke and dissipated with the wind.
"How's the weather today? It should be quite cold, right? I think I heard the wind outside. It's not easy to get through a frosty night... ..
After a little thought, the old man turned and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.
"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know this is where the bodies are kept. I mean the location here... You know, I couldn't see the surroundings on the way here.
Listening to the old man's complaints along the way, the four men in black subconsciously exchanged glances, as if a little surprised.
When the old guard heard the other party mention the word "normal situation", his heart moved. When he thought of the chattering sound in the coffin, he immediately dispelled his doubts.
The man's eyes widened slightly, as if he was startled by the sound in the coffin. The woman was also obviously surprised. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall one couldn't help but muttered softly: "Something's not right..."
The four men in black exchanged glances. The man with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of him: "... Is this it... "
"Maybe," Duncan said casually in the coffin, "What do you do?"
The sounds in the coffin quieted down temporarily.
"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to have good hearing and was curious. "Can't you handle it?"
"The peace of death will eventually protect you and me. By order of the city-state church, we are here to take away a dead person. He should have just been sent to this cemetery."
Three men and one woman, all wearing thick, dark coats and thick narrow-brimmed hats on their heads, stood silently in the night wind. Their clothes and silent posture made people
I can't help but think of the crow standing next to the tombstone at midnight.
With the sound of loose chains and creaking door hinges, the towering cemetery gate opened.
The old guard raised his head and looked at the figures standing under the street lights with cautious eyes.
"Under normal circumstances, this deceased needs to be transported to a more dangerous place," said another of the uninvited guests. It was this man, who was of medium height, with cold and stiff facial features and thin lips. "Please cooperate. This is a matter of life and death. We cannot delay any further."
The group quickly passed through the path in the cemetery and arrived at the morgue used to temporarily store the dead.
Duncan in the coffin thought about it and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep right now... How about you help me open the lid and give me a dose of medicine to calm my nerves and help me sleep?"
The old caretaker felt beads of sweat emerging from his forehead little by little. He dared to swear that he had never seen such a weird situation in his career for most of his life. A restless corpse, after the requiem ritual was personally performed by the "gatekeeper" of the Church of Death, and under the powerful soothing effect of lanterns and herbs, did not show any signs of sleeping. Instead, it became smarter like a living person!
This is an octagonal metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the god of death.
The old guard looked in the direction of the banging sounds in astonishment, only to see several figures in black coats standing under the street lights outside the towering withering flower fence. The light from the gas lamp shone on these people, stretching their shadows very long and casting a glow behind them.
The old guard's heart moved and he subconsciously looked back at the brand new coffin.
"You've come just in time?" One of the tall and strong women in black was just following them. She was slightly startled when she heard the words, "Why do you say that?"
It seems that the restless person in this coffin is indeed special, and the church has not reacted yet. Although I don’t know how the priests of the church made their judgment, the professionals have arrived anyway.
When the old man looked up at the uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the gloomy old gravekeeper. Soon, one of the shorter men took a half step forward, raised the octagonal emblem in his hand, and spoke solemnly: On the chaotically arranged platforms, rows of simple coffins were silent in the night wind, the lanterns that the old guard had hung on the wooden stakes were still burning fiercely, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint pale glow.
"Come with me," the old man muttered, turning to make way for the cemetery, "You've come at the right time."
"What time is it now? Have you eaten? Are there other colleagues around you
One of the figures raised his hand and displayed something in the light of the street lamp.
The old man didn't like outsiders disturbing his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest holding the emblem of the god of death, there was no need for him to stop him.
"The priest of the god of death?" The old guard was subconsciously suspicious. He frowned slightly as he looked at the octagonal emblem in the other's hand. "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago. She never mentioned that there would be other priests coming here to take the dead. Besides...it's midnight now. It's not a good time to take the dead."
This made him think of the disturbing rumors in the city-state recently, and the stories about the "return of the dead".
"No, we are here to solve this matter," the man in black said immediately. He then looked at his three companions, seemed to think it over quickly, and nodded to the old guard, "Next... you need to step aside for a while."
He hoped that this trouble tonight would end as soon as possible.
Why are there visitors at this late hour
Seeing that these sealing measures were still working normally, the old guard was obviously relieved. Then he took two steps forward and pointed at the latest coffin: "This is what you are looking for. It was just delivered tonight."
"You're overthinking this..."
The other three nodded slightly and continued to follow the old guard in silence. The short man who had displayed the church emblem
He threw the badge in his hand to the ground.
But soon, the man with thin lips shook his head, indicating that the matter should be left alone.
Is there really a loophole in the boundary between life and death set by Bartok, the god of death
"Is there any news in the city recently? I don't remember much about what happened before... By the way, do you know a man named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or historian. He lives on Fireplace Street. A friend of mine knows him very well..."
The old caretaker spoke in a deep voice, but at this moment, a sharp sound of slapping on the fence gate suddenly came from the entrance of the cemetery, interrupting what he was about to say next.
"This corpse is still restless. Ha, it keeps chattering and talking non-stop. The more it talks, the more excited it becomes. I even suspect that it will cross the first boundary and become an undead. This will cause big trouble. The residents far away will not like this news." The old guard shook his head. "Everyone doesn't like the undead, especially the Frost People. This will remind people of the cursed battleship full of undead..."
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