Walking along the cemetery path in the rain, Shad realized that this was the first time he had visited Mr. Sparrow since his death.
I was busy with my livelihood recently, and I only thought of this gentleman occasionally every time I looked at the master bedroom at home. Now, standing on the stone pavement of the cemetery, recalling the last and first conversation between the two, Xia De felt that it happened many years ago.
The grave of Sparrow Spy Hamilton is inconspicuous, lying on the grass in the rain with countless ordinary people around it.
Xia De found the location of the grave based on the receipt and stood in front of the tombstone embedded in the ground holding an umbrella.
The tombstone only has the name, date of death and cause of death, without any record of the life.
The humid air suppressed the summer heat. He held the umbrella in one hand and put the other hand in his coat pocket. Raindrops hit Shad's umbrella. He looked down at the ordinary grave and thought about the possible foreign spy identity of the deceased detective. He actually felt absurd.
There was no one around, and the sound of rain was enough to drown out his voice. He could speak his mind:
"His life story is definitely very exciting. Born, educated, joined the Gray Gloves for unknown reasons, was sent to Tobisk for training, and spent three years as a detective solving commissions of all sizes... He met countless people in his hometown, Tobisk, and countless things happened to him. He also knew countless secrets. Maybe there are people waiting for him to return home. And this guy who had such a wonderful life, the final outcome was witnessed only by a foreigner like me, and his final destination was just a small grave in a corner of the cemetery."
Are you sighing
The sound of rain could not suppress her whispers.
"sigh?"
Xia De looked down at the tombstone and shook his head gently:
"No, I know that everyone's life story is very exciting in the eyes of others. But now standing here, I feel that Mr. Sparrow's final ending is like this, just like a magnificent story that ends when the protagonist suddenly decides to stop."
Do you feel sorry for him
He looked down at the tombstone:
"Yes, such a wonderful life ended in an accident. No one except me could know what he went through."
He bent down with an umbrella in hand and brushed his hand across the surface of the tombstone:
"Mr. Sparrow, when you were lying on the bed and asked me to do the last thing before you died, did you feel any regrets? Just like the two ghosts just now?"
But Sparrow couldn't answer this question, and he really left.
Even Shad couldn't tell what kind of person he was, or even whether he was a good guy or a bad guy.
A senior spy from Carsenrick is buried here. He did not realize his ideals in a foreign land, and he could never return to his hometown. No one even knows his story.
Outsider, it sounds like you are worried about yourself as well
The woman asked softly as Shad straightened up.
"It's not that I'm worried, it's just that...if I die unexpectedly one day, I might be buried not far from here."
He looked up at the cemetery in the rain. It was very quiet here. Countless people were sleeping there, and countless stories were buried there:
"I just went through Mr. Watson's funeral, and now I see Detective Sparrow's grave. I just feel a little sad. My stories in a foreign land are also wonderful enough, but maybe when death comes, I will feel that my life is ridiculous and I will have some regrets."
He raised his left hand and looked at his clenched hand.
You are confused.
"I'm not confused, I just feel a little emotional before the battle tomorrow night."
Xia De took a deep breath, letting the damp but fresh air of the cemetery rush into his lungs:
"The first, second, and third ring sorcerers, seeking revenge on the ninth ring sorcerer, will still feel uneasy even if they are well prepared and the other party is injured. Moreover, once we succeed, Miss Bei Yasi will truly become the chosen one, which means that the epic of the Sixth Epoch will involve more and more people. I have decided to join in, but as for the future..."
He took the umbrella off his head, letting the raindrops hit his body, and then immediately straightened the umbrella:
"I came to see Mr. Sparrow this time to prevent him from not being able to come back tomorrow night. He has given me the foundation for my current life, and I can't just forget about him. Speaking of which, I am still quite grateful to Mr. Sparrow."
The woman's voice in his heart stopped ringing. Xia De looked down at the small grave for the last time and planned to leave:
"No matter what, only by moving forward can one's story continue. Their story has ended, but my story is still very long, and it must be very long."
I let out a long breath and felt my whole body relaxed:
"The story of a stranger in a foreign land can only be witnessed by myself."
And me.
"But aren't you me?"
Xia De asked unexpectedly, and she smiled:
Yes, you are me and I am you. Stranger, you write your stories and epics, and I will write for you...
The last sound was very low, and Xia De didn't care. He turned and left with his umbrella, thinking about getting a bouquet of flowers next time he came.
After two stories of ghosts and funerals, and a conversation with Detective Sparrow at his grave, Shad felt at least a little less lost. By letting go of those random thoughts, he could better deal with Thursday night's events.
It was raining outside the city, and naturally it was raining in the city as well. Although there was some meat and vegetables at home, Shad didn't feel like going home to cook, so after taking a hired carriage home, he went out to eat with Mia.
As the night fell, the sudden downpour became more violent. Knowing that Miss Annat and Miss Beas were coming, Shade did not plan anything else for the evening. Instead, he stood at the window of the living room holding the cat, and watched the rain together.
At about seven o'clock, the carriage carrying Miss Annat stopped downstairs. When she came in, she was still complaining to Shad about the rain.
The perceptive fortune teller noticed that Shade was a little different from the last time they met. As he walked up the stairs, his purple eyes looked up and down at the young detective walking in front of him:
"To be specific, I feel that you are more... determined. It's not that you weren't determined before, but you are more determined now. Xia De, this is a good thing. It seems that you have figured out some things."
"Yes, but I am very curious, Miss Anat, facing such a big event as the thirteen chosen ones, why were you so determined from the beginning?"
Xia De turned around and joked. The orange cat who was walking at the top of the stairs "leading the way" for the two turned around unhappily and "meowed", reminding the two to follow.
Luvia Annette did not answer the question, but asked Shade for hot tea. She complained about the inconvenience of going out in this weather, and prayed quietly, hoping that the weather would be better tomorrow.