Although the landlord's attitude was extremely bad, she did pack Oakland Williams's things neatly and stack them up, and even had a list of goods for checking.
All property in Oakland was donated to [Church of All Things and Nature] when he died. Only some of the personal belongings remained here, and were collected by the landlord in the basement.
This included a dilapidated photo album with the names and relationships of the people in the photos written on the back of each photo. According to the landlady, Old Oakland's memory got worse with age. Living alone, he has to use this method to ensure that he still remembers his relatives and friends in those distant memories.
"Look, here's the guy I'm talking about that looks like you."
The landlord pointed to the black and white photo at the front. Time had erased most of the original content of the photo. In the photo, the faces of the three middle-aged men with their arms around their shoulders were unexpectedly clear. The three are very similar in appearance, and also very similar to Jenkins.
"This is… "
He flipped to the back of the photo to see the annotations:
"This is my grandfather and his brother... my father looks like them..."
He didn't expect to see the relatives of the original owner's grandparents again under such circumstances. When staring at the photo, the three men in the photo seemed to be looking at him too. The eerie feeling grew stronger as time went on, but Jenkins didn't understand why he felt that way at the moment.
In addition to the photo album, the relic also contains a lot of miscellaneous items, but it's all packed in a box and it's easy to carry.
When he was about to say goodbye, the landlord seemed to suddenly think of something, told Jenkins to wait, turned and went back upstairs, and took a necklace made of broken copper blocks and handed it to him.
"Old Oakland was thinking about this thing before he died, I almost forgot."
"What's this?"
There is no aura, and even a little rusty, but the heavy feeling rich in history and stories cannot be concealed. This is the texture that only old things can have, and antique shop apprentice Jenkins knows it well.
"He brought it with him when he moved here. It is said that it was passed down from the elders. It is a token of the William family. Before he died, the old Oakland begged me to send it to Nolan, but he didn't tell me the address and The recipient... I don't think I'm a soft-hearted person, but every time I recall that scene, I can't help crying. After all, he has lived with me for 13 years... "
Jenkins looked at the pendant speechlessly, and suddenly thought of the complicated and helpless story of the old man who passed away.
Put the relics of Oakland Williams back to Old Jack's herbal shop first, then greeted the old man who was negotiating business, and then set off for the cemetery in the suburbs again.
This time, I went there normally as an ordinary person, Jenkins Williams, to visit the old man who was not related by blood, but he was indeed Williams.
I also got off at the same location as yesterday, and came to the somewhat gloomy cemetery again. The morning sun was just right, and the light passed through the trees on both sides of the cemetery and hit the ground, leaving speckled marks. The perennial holly is planted here, but it seems to be a subspecies, and the ones planted in Jenkins' yard are not as lush as here.
Squatting Chocolate on his shoulders, Jenkins gave the fare to the driver and walked in with a bouquet of flowers.
He got this from Old Jack. Many herbs or potions require fresh flowers and leaves as materials, so Old Jack's warehouse with a constant temperature ritual circle is full of fresh flowers.
He didn't know what kind of flowers the local custom was to bring, so he could only pick some white and beautiful ones, and he wasn't interested in chocolate, otherwise there might be cat's tooth marks on the petals on the way here.
After entering the cemetery, he didn't see the old gravekeeper. As a "first time" visitor, Jenkins naturally couldn't find the corresponding tombstone immediately.
He came to the hut along the gravel road that had been cleared of snow, carefully looked at the brass-colored steam pipes and black gas pipes that protruded from the ground and drilled into the house. After worrying about the fire safety of the wooden house, he stretched out He knocked lightly on the door.
Soon, the gravekeeper lazily opened the door, still holding a wet spoon in his hand.
"Hello… "
Jenkins pretended to look at his clothes, which he had seen before.
"I'm looking for someone."
"I'm the only living person here."
"No... I mean, I'm looking for dead people... Well, I'm here to visit a distant relative who has passed away. His name is Oakland Williams."
This is really a new thing for the cemetery keeper. Most of the people buried here are poor people who died in foreign lands or have no relatives. People came to visit for two consecutive days, which is not common after he assumed the role of cemetery keeper.
The old cemetery often cleans up the park, so he naturally remembers where William's cemetery is. Turning around, he took the key and shovel and led Jenkins to the depths of the cemetery. Ten minutes later, he found the tomb of Old Oakland.
"I still remember the day when his coffin arrived, only a woman and two men came to see him off, as if they were his landlord and neighbors."
The old man whispered, and then began to trim the dirt and snow beside the tombstone with a shovel.
Jenkins put the cat aside, bent down to put down the flowers in his hands, and looked at the tombstone in front of him in silence for a long time.
"This is your grandfather?"
The gravekeeper asked while working.
"No, it's a distant relative. Our family has not been in touch with him for many years. This time when I came to Shire on a business trip, my father asked me to take a look. I didn't expect..."
He sighed, and the gravekeeper didn't have much to say when he saw this, so he lowered his head and continued to shovel the snow.
In fact, there is no point in coming here. Old Oakland is dead, and even sending flowers is useless. As for Oakland's adoptive father, the real William, he couldn't even find his grave. It seems that he died before the three Jenkins brothers were born. At that time, it happened that Robert left his hometown to escape to Nolan, so he gradually lost contact with this place.
Thinking about these things in my heart can't help feeling a little sad, and looking at the surrounding environment again, Jenkins asked:
"If I want to move the coffin to another place, what procedures do I need to go through? It's so pitiful to let him lie here alone. I want to move the coffin to Nolan."
"You need to have a proof of relationship with the city hall, [Death and the End Church]'s tomb moving permit, go to the church to hire a professional gravedigger, and prepare a large sum of gold pounds. The last thing is the most important, I miss you See what I mean."
The gravekeeper blinked his eyes and reminded.
"Yes, I understand."
Jenkins nodded, squatted down again, and rubbed the tombstone with the date of birth and death with his palm.
At the bottom there is a small line of text:
[Here lies Oakland Williams, a generous and friendly neighbor.]
"I think it may be a bit troublesome to prove the documents. After all, I haven't contacted for many years..."
Having said that, he finally remembered that he is considered a nobleman and has privileges in this era:
"I seem to be a baron... I will be a viscount in half a month. Things like documents should not be a problem."
"like?"
The gravekeeper looked at Jenkins' face:
"That's really young."
Nolan is in an undead crisis right now, so of course Jenkins can't move the tomb there now. This matter needs to be discussed with Robert, and Robert will not disagree with such an idea.
Jenkins sighed and was about to leave, squinting at the equally clean cemetery not far away.
"Has anyone visited there recently? I noticed that there's no snow in that area either."
Such questions are normal, at least Jenkins' tone is normal, so the old gravekeeper has no doubts. He glanced around, and then easily remembered the name of the owner of the tomb:
"Oh, that's the grave of poor Prior Jones, who died of a bad cold."
He said, shaking his head slightly:
"That's a poor thing. Someone came to see her yesterday afternoon. But the visitor didn't bring flowers like you. The gentleman came empty-handed and left without saying anything... However, I don't know Not wanting to lie, I have to admit that his Maine Coon is beautiful, even more beautiful than yours."
Chocolate immediately wanted to be angry, but after thinking about it, it seemed that it was also him, so he stopped being angry. Instead, he looked complacent, and Jenkins didn't know what it was proud of.
"It's better to have someone come to visit than to lie there by yourself."
The two continued to chat as they walked back, perhaps because there were few strangers here, and the old gravekeeper was willing to talk to Jenkins.
"But that poor man, wouldn't there be only three people to see her off?"
"Yes, there are also three people here, three women in black robes. Those three women are really weird, but their voices are very pleasant."
The old man nodded and said, and then added:
"I heard that those people belong to the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe. Do you know this opera troupe?"
"Of course, they played in Nolan all winter, I think everyone in Nolan knows the name..."
Jenkins' heart sank, something was wrong with the situation just now. According to what he found out, the only people who came to see off the dead trainee makeup artist were local coffin bearers.
At that time, the opera troupe was in a hurry to leave the local area, and the director who died last winter could only spend a lot of money to hire someone to bury Miss Jones here. The cemetery guards would certainly not describe the coffin bearer as a "weird woman".
And, as far as Jenkins knew, there were no women in the pallbearers. The customs of the mainland human society in this era believed that letting a woman carry the house would bring bad luck to the relatives and friends of the deceased.
"I may ask, just out of curiosity. What is the religion of Miss Jones?"
This was considered spying on the privacy of the deceased. The tomb keeper, who was still very talkative, shook his head and stopped talking. Jenkins also knew that he had talked too much, so he patted the cat on his shoulder, bid farewell to the grave guard and left the park.
This time the visit was somewhat rewarding, at least Jenkins knew that the burial of Prior Jones was unusual. Now he is really curious about what is in the coffin, but on the one hand, his weak moral concept restricts him, and he does not want to dig other people's graves lightly; on the other hand, he firmly believes that there must be terrible organs and rituals waiting for him.
After returning to the city, I projected back to Nolan to take a peek at the current situation in the city. As the news of the coming plague intensified, I could feel that the whole city was in panic.
People first think of the "silver vertigo" last year, and then think of the major epidemics in the past ten years. But no one dared to talk about the great plague thirty years ago in public, everyone was worrying and avoiding that.
The location of the circus is still sealed off, and Evergreen Forest and most of the local cemeteries are inaccessible. Jenkins had nowhere to go in Nolan for a while, so he could only go to the abandoned cemetery he owned again.
In fact, think about it, the cemetery of the Augustus family can restrain the resurrection of the undead because of the power that dominates the [Ancient Death God]. If a decisive battle with the skull sword can be fought there, at least the interference of the undead army can be effectively suppressed.
But Jenkins didn't want to bother Mr. Augustus, who had helped him a lot, and he couldn't explain to the church the source of the special abilities in that area.
Even if the excuses such as "I dreamed of..." and "I have a premonition..." are used, the church will not doubt it. But such an excuse cannot always be used, and Jenkins also relies on it to wash away his relationship with the believers of the "God of Lies".
The abandoned cemetery is located in the outer suburbs of Nolan, so it is not affected by the city fog. It was still the same there, except for some animal footprints and feces, there seemed to be no other traces.
Jenkins has given up any hope of finding C-12-1-3011 [Sister Shrouded Clothes]. His past lessons have taught him that every time he tries to find it, he will get into trouble, but this time it seems to be a little different.
First, I tried it with [Unknown Way Ahead], but nothing happened. In turn, he held the chocolate and let it sniff around. But the chocolate didn't cooperate very much, and it kept struggling in Jenkins' hands, so this attempt had to be given up.
"Then try divination..."
Even he himself knew how unreliable this proposal was.
He took out the amethyst pendant given by Miss Broniones for joining the school, put it on his forehead, waited for three seconds, and then stood in the center of the cemetery and closed his eyes.
After losing his vision, his other senses gradually became more sensitive. His ears heard the whistling wind and the rustling of branches, his nose smelled the scent of chocolate added to the bath water when he was forced to take a bath last night, and he still had lunch in his mouth. aftertaste.
Occultism recognizes a sixth sense beyond the five senses, which is what Jenkins usually calls "perception". This detached feeling can not only discover information beyond the five senses, but sometimes even travel through time and space to perceive things that are even more out of reach.
But doing so is very dangerous. Human beings will never know what kind of weirdness exists outside the "isolated island" of the material world.
Of course, it is difficult for people to distinguish the difference between the sixth sense and the illusion. For example, Jenkins sometimes looks at the chocolate in the shadows and occasionally has an inexplicable sense of fear. This is one of the serious illusions of the sixth sense.
Closing his eyes at this time, the young Mr. Writer tried to capture the feeling of "a flash of inspiration". But he may really not have any divination talent, no matter how he perceives it, he doesn't have that strange feeling.
The cat standing at Jenkins' feet grew impatient. It always hated waiting. The "rag" that Jenkins was looking for, of course the cat knew where it was.
Although it was well hidden, Chocolate's nose could easily smell the stench of corpses.
"Meow~"
It tried to do something to boot Jenkins, but Jenkins started moving.
He opened his eyes and walked a few quick steps until he came to the position directly opposite the entrance to the cemetery crypt, which was the back wall of the half-collapsed gravekeeper's hut.
With a flick of the hand, the flames melted all the snow on the ground. Looking at the dry land, Jenkins fell into deep thought.
"No."
He suddenly held his head and shouted, "It's not here! It's an illusion!"
"Meow~"
It wasn't there, but Jenkins actually came close to making it.
It was already dark when we returned to Shire. It was just in time for supper when Jenkins returned to Old Jack's herbal shop with the cat.
He talked about his general experience of visiting Oakland Williams today, and old Jack also had great sympathy for the poor man who died in a foreign land.
"If you want to move the coffin to the city of Nolan for burial, you don't have to do it yourself at all. Talk to Bishop Palod of Nolan, and he will help you with everything... But you still need to choose a new tomb site, It's important."
"It doesn't matter, my grandfather and grandmother will also move the tomb, and my father will choose the address."
Hearing what Jenkins said, Old Jack nodded and stopped talking. But Jenkins still had something to say, and he spent an afternoon thinking about it before organizing his words.
"I noticed a strange thing when I went to the cemetery in the morning, yes, very strange... not far from the grave of my distant relative..."
"Go to the church to apply for an investigation permit for the cemetery. Since it is under the care of [Death and the End Church], it may take time to apply."
Old Jack didn't even hear Jenkins finish all the messages.
"Can I apply directly?"
"Of course, don't you know who you are...Young people are always full of curiosity, and I was the same when I was young. Did Oliver tell you about being young? It was the second winter we met, Let’s go fishing by the river together…”
After that is the adventure story of old Jack and Dad. The main content of the story includes strange bottles, inexplicable notes, strange addresses, missing men and so on. And when the story was finished, the night was already very deep, and Jenkins and Chocolate both looked like they couldn't get enough of it. They liked the story very much.
"Go to bed, it's getting late."
Old Jack stretched, then stood up and put away the dishes with Jenkins.
"But isn't the ending of the story too hasty? You guys found a great treasure from before the epoch, but because the cave collapsed, everyone only took one thing?"
"Reality is always harsh, Jenkins, so it's real, isn't it?"
The old man shook his head and said, then stared at the dilapidated notepad on the wall of the store in a daze, so he accidentally knocked over the pot half filled with porridge.
Early the next morning, Jenkins brought his cat to the Church of the Sage in Shire. Most people in the church were not very clear about the identity of the foreign scribe, but they all looked solemn when they saw the insider. He also subconsciously treated Jenkins a lot more politely.
He reported to him that he wanted to investigate the cemetery, and stayed in the library to read. Half an hour later, news came that [Death and the Church of the End] agreed to cooperate with the investigation, but the investigation permit for the tomb would not be delivered until later in the afternoon, so Jenkins could find something to do by himself.
"Why don't you go and see the house where the doctor in the villa found the information!"
Jenkins said to his cat, because Chocolate didn't say he didn't want to go, so he set off happily.
The house where the doctor had temporarily lived a few years ago collapsed due to torrential rains in the autumn, and when Jenkins arrived nearby, he saw only ruins.
If it wasn't for the news from Nolan to investigate here, even the ruins might not even exist now. The preliminary investigation was over, and there were no police or people from the Orthodox Church nearby, only a few children were happily flipping over bricks and stones, and threw things at their companions from time to time.
It is conceivable that in half a year, the valuable things in the ruins have long been picked up. Jenkins didn't have any hope at first, but he glanced at it and saw a small, faint aura.
This represents the extraordinary material that contains the spirit, and it is something that the bestower will use.
I looked around and saw that no one was stopping me, so I thought about walking over and digging out the things. But here is a crowded street, he just took a step, and felt that digging through the garbage dump in front of the public was still a bit embarrassing.
"Am I being too contrived?"
He muttered something in a low voice, walked past the ruins with his hands in his pockets, and then turned into the alley.
"Chocolate, it's up to you! Dig out the thing in the southeast corner, near the big tree!"
He started to encourage his cat, and then drew a disgusted look from Chocolate.
"I knew you were useless."
He said something that made him dream again tonight, and then put on a black robe to transform into a figure, the image kept flashing in the air, and the chocolate also changed its fur color like a competition.
Eventually, the little boy ran out of the alley with a mottled stray cat.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with digging through garbage dumps in the image of a child, as long as you are careful not to be regarded as a "turf grab".
What Jenkins saw was buried in the corner of the original house, and most likely in the wall given its location. Those things were not found by scavengers or the church because they were suppressed by scattered stones and a whole slab.
Jenkins tried to block the sight of others, burned a big hole in the stone slab with his palm, and then took out the cloth bag underneath.
Of course, he didn't forget to use [Read and write] to patch up the stone slab, otherwise it would be very unsightly.
I hid the things in my bosom, strolled to the alley next to me with chocolate and transformed back again, and then came to the small hotel I had been to several times before taking out the things in the cloth bag.
Except for some powder and dry grass leaves, there are all papers and books inside, and all of them are handwritten.
After a cursory look, the contents of it are somewhat related to the materials seized from the doctor, and the handwriting is also the same. A series of cruel human experiments were recorded in detail in a book titled "Research on the Awakening of Human Bloodlines and Resuscitating into Undead Stance".
Doctor Shanzhuang's research was probably based on the information here, and Jenkins thought that he might have gained some of the powder he used to turn living people into ghouls.
"But this person's handwriting is really ugly."
He said in a low voice, and Chocolat also yelled in agreement.
In this way, in the afternoon, Jenkins successfully obtained a permit to investigate the cemetery. [Church of Death and the End of Time] I have already greeted the old gravekeeper there, and Jenkins can just go there.
If he needs help, the old gravekeeper will provide assistance as much as possible. If it is still not enough, then he can send more people from the city.
In this way, Jenkins and Chocolate came to the cemetery in the suburbs for the third time, the first time was in the afternoon, the second time was in the morning, and this time it was dusk.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on this peaceful and serene land, turning everything here into gold. Two crows flew across the sky in the distance, and their quack-quack-quack sound added a more sad and cold atmosphere to this somewhat bleak evening scene.
When passing through the stone arch and stepping onto the gravel path, the old gravekeeper was already waiting at the door. This time the operation belonged to the cooperation between the Church of the Sages and the Church of Death, so he took off his slightly worn clothes and put on the black robe with the symbol of the gravekeeper. When seeing Jenkins walk in, he shook his head at him:
"If you told me yesterday that you are the scribe of the sage, then there would be no more trouble today. Come with me, and I will take you to get the tools."
The so-called tools are shovels, shovels, crowbars, wooden boards and some simple ceremonial supplies. The old gravekeeper took these and took Jenkins back to the workshop of Prill Jones, a trainee makeup artist of the Silver Jasmine Opera Troupe who died last year. In front of the tomb, the two put the tools in their hands aside.
The old man looked into Jenkins' eyes and asked again:
"Are you sure you want to open here?"
"Do you have to open the tomb?"
Jenkins was still a little apprehensive, worried that if he shoveled down, the magic spell on the coffin would directly reduce the two and one cat to ashes.
"Mr. Williamette, do you have a better suggestion?"
The old man asked helplessly, his expression seemed to be explaining a simple math problem to Jenkins:
"Since you want to investigate here, the best way is to open the coffin. Of course, if you have a better idea, I will not object."
The local church didn't have any clear idea of what Jenkins was trying to do, and it seemed to them that this might just be a small "adventure" for a young foreigner.
If he was in Nolan at this time, and Jenkins offered to investigate something, Miss Bevanna might give up everything she was doing to help him.
The tomb he is trying to spy on now is just the burial of ordinary people, who have been buried for less than a year, and they are still buried in a public cemetery guarded by gravekeepers from the Church of Death. This shows that the danger is extremely low, and Jenkins, as a third-level benefactor, should be able to deal with emergencies together with the local cemetery.
This made the local church make an extremely wrong judgment.
But it is impossible for Jenkins to tell the church about the situation here, after all, there may be a saint's body underground. He can be an occasional "prophet" in mortal affairs, but it is impossible for mortal Jenkins to have foreknowledge in matters concerning the Great Ones.
"I sensed the danger."
He told the old gravekeeper so.
"Yes, I felt danger from the ground. It was a very strange feeling, similar to the feeling I had when I was learning divination."
He emphasized it again, hoping that the old gravekeeper could hear the "hint" in the sentence.
"Have you studied divination?"
The gravekeeper immediately paid attention to this situation. He and Jenkins stood in front of the tombstone and thought for a long time. In the end, the two still didn't have the courage to open the tomb directly.
But the cemetery kept thinking of a new situation. In addition to burying corpses, such public cemeteries also allow temporary storage of relics. Especially for this kind of cemetery full of visitors from other lands, it is common to keep relics.
However, in order to prevent unnecessary troubles and to prevent the cemetery from being filled with messy things, the relics are generally not stored for more than two years. When the trainee makeup artist Prior Jones was buried, the three former The queer woman who came to say goodbye did indeed save something here.
"Um… "
Jenkins looked at the old man suspiciously, wondering if he should say something. His cat called under the cedar not far away, and immediately scared away the annoying crow that had been screaming.
"So. Why... are you just remembering now?"
"Yes, why?"
The old man was also puzzled. He patted his head, as if trying to drive away invisible mosquitoes:
"When you mentioned not to open the tomb just now, I suddenly remembered this matter... Before this, I really have no memory at all, which is really strange. Oh, I swear to the great death, I definitely don't want to Greed on those poor souls' stuff! How strange it is!"
Returning to the gravekeeper's hut and looking through the registration records, Miss Jones' relic was a small cosmetic box, but it was not locked. The box was stored by the gravekeeper on an iron shelf under the hut, and on that shelf there were more messy things in chronological order.
The old gravekeeper bluntly said that he had never opened the cosmetic box, and Jenkins' eyes could not see the strange light inside.
He kept his cat away for a while, slowly opened the upper cover of the cosmetic box, then slid open the middle cover, and finally took out the damp-preventing cloth on the lower cover.
There was nothing inside, but fingers could clearly feel a line of small characters engraved on the bottom wooden board. The basement is illuminated by the kerosene lamps carried by the old cemetery, and the inside of the cosmetic box cannot be seen from here. The two had no choice but to return to the hut with the cosmetic box, and saw the content of the line through the sunlight coming in from the window:
[Now, I allow you to open the tomb.]
Jenkins can guess his expression at this time without looking in the mirror. Unlike the puzzled gravekeeper, he must be extremely surprised now. This line is a permission for him to open the coffin.
Obviously, someone left something for him in the coffin. But with just a word of "permit", the protective mechanism of the coffin can be lifted, and the thing left behind is probably not a human being, but a god.
"The god of music, predicted half a year ago that I would appear here at this very moment?"
He had guessed long ago that this was the conspiracy of the false god, and Jenkins himself was an important pawn in it. Now this kind of thinking is becoming clearer and clearer. Although it is the god that Hathaway believes in, Jenkins will not trust him just because of this.
But on the night of the last year's festival last year, when I saw the [Wonderful Movement] that appeared with the support of mortals, the goddess was really very friendly. Besides, the priesthood of the God of Music is all biased towards the arts. It would be a bit ridiculous to say that he weaves a conspiracy to entrap the current [God of Lies].
"How is this going?"
The gravekeeper asked suspiciously.
"Could it be... This sentence is reserved for you?"
"Yes."
Jenkins nodded immediately. Although his heart was turning a thousand times, his expression remained calm:
"Yes, it's for me, and I think my friend was trying to play a little joke on me. I don't know Miss Jones, but my friend does. Damn it, I bet, That coffin is empty, and Miss Jones is not dead at all!"
Such an explanation is of course not enough to explain the problem clearly. Although the gravekeeper didn't ask any more questions, Jenkins could clearly feel the suspicion.
But that's okay, today is the third Sunday of the month (17th) and tomorrow is a new week. At that time, the opportunity to lie twice a week will be available again, and it will be no problem to deceive this very low-level old man in front of him.
Now that they got the permission, the two came to the cemetery again with the tools at ease. Before starting to work, the old cemetery guard prayed for a while, which must be done before opening the tomb. Jenkins told the purpose of opening here, and the two sprinkled some fresh flower petals around the tomb together before they could do it.
"These flowers represent the boundary, the boundary between life and death. While we may offend the dead for a while and go deep into the realm of death, death should not encroach beyond the boundaries of the cemetery."
The gravekeeper explained it this way.
Chocolate was watching the show on the side of the tree, while the two men were busy in the snow with shovels and shovels. The position where the cat is lying down is really very comfortable. The cold wind is covered by the tree trunk, and the sparse branches above the head also block the sun, and Jenkins can just be seen when looking forward. This is the position of the crow just now. Because Chocolate saw that he would stay here for a long time, he scared the crow away in advance.
It was the first time for Jenkins to dig graves, and it would be easier to do it after taking off his gloves, but it was still a lot of hard work. He felt that the old gravekeeper's digging speed was much faster than him, and he had to admit that he was very professional in digging.
From five o'clock in the afternoon to nearly seven o'clock, the square tomb and the coffin inside were really exposed. The appearance of the coffin is ordinary, it looks and feels wooden, but the color is bright golden yellow, which is really puzzling.
"I remember when it was buried, it didn't seem to be this color."
The tomb guard's doubts became more serious.
Use tools to remove the nails on the coffin, and then come to the most important link of opening the coffin. Jenkins glanced up at the midday sun, which, although it was winter, still radiated light and heat.
And if it was late at night, he would never open the coffin rashly.
"Okay, let me do it."
The simple pulley lifting device made of wooden sticks and ropes has already transported the coffin to the open space next to the tomb. Jenkins patted his hands, and then slid the coffin lid away bit by bit.
There was no vision of the sun being covered by dark clouds, a sudden gust of wind, and no eerie whispers and prayers ringing in my ears. Everything was normal, the sun lit up a little bit from above and the coffin was opened, allowing the shroud inside to be clearly seen.
And after opening the sliding cover about a third of the distance, it is obvious that there is no corpse inside, unless the poor trainee female makeup artist is curled up in the remaining two-thirds of the volume of the coffin.
After the sliding cover was opened halfway, Jenkins saw the music box placed safely in it, and after pushing it away a distance, it was a letter. And at the position equivalent to the foot of the corpse, a delicate wooden short dagger was placed on the white interlining.
That dagger is completely woodwork, completely wood from top to bottom. But it seems that the workmanship is very fine, but the size and shape are somewhat like children's toys.
"oh… "
Jenkins couldn't help moaning/groaning, a strange feeling came to him the moment he saw the dagger. Even though it was only the first time seeing this thing, there was an indescribable intimacy. It seems that this is a toy from a long-ago childhood, and it also seems to be jewelry that has been carried for many years.
The cat on the tree squinted its eyes. Because of the power of God, even it didn't know what was inside after the coffin was opened. The appearance of the ancient boon music box was indeed surprising to the cat, but it was not unexpected, but the wooden dagger...
"There are really no bodies in here? Strange, this is very strange... Sorry, Mr. Williams, I have to report this to the church. The coffin buried in the cemetery is empty, this is very serious ACCIDENT."
The golden light was so friendly that the gravekeeper knocked him unconscious until he had finished his words. This was not Jenkins' method, it was the coffin that launched the attack on its own initiative.
Jenkins caught the old man before he fell, and let him recline under the tree where the chocolate was. This should also be one of the defense mechanisms. Since the god knows that Jenkins will visit here one day in the future, there is no reason not to know that there is a mortal beside him who has nothing to do with this matter.
PS: 10K big chapter, ask for tickets, rewards, and blades. The recent subscriptions are getting weaker and weaker. Is it the reason for the summer vacation