They ran and chased each other one after another, and their target was obviously the crack at the top of the mountain leading to real death.
"Mr. Beirut! Mr. Beirut!"
In this half-awake state, "seeing" the narrow space, Xia De has no entity and cannot touch any entity. He can only make very slight sounds.
He tried to call out, but Mr. Beirut didn't answer at all. He chased after the figure, and both of them looked so hazy in the fog:
"Is this not another love of one's life? Are all the citizens of Middlesbrough so infatuated?"
Xia De muttered to himself, and then let himself touch the spiritual crystal ring on his finger while sitting on the chair. His vision in the narrow space was fixed on the back of Mr. Beirut's head:
"Mind Explosion!"
Strictly speaking, Shade and this gentleman were not in the same space. In addition, he only used his eyes to see, instead of following the strict casting steps and pointing his finger at the target, so the power of the mind blast was greatly reduced.
But even so, Mr. Beirut staggered violently while running, and then continued to chase the vague figure that was looming.
Not far above was the top of the narrow mountain. If Shade hadn't stopped him, he would probably have been deceived by the phantom of the soul and stepped into true death:
"Stop, you can't go any further!"
The mind blast just now was effective. Mr. Beirut finally gave an answer this time. His pace did not slow down. Shade could only see his back, so he did not know what his expression was at this moment:
"I really want to catch up with her."
Mr. Beirut's voice was equally indistinct, one of the hallmarks of dreams.
"Is that your fiancée?"
"No, that's my sister. She watched me grow up, but I didn't expect that a serious disease would take her life."
"But do you really think she would want you to follow her?"
As Shad continued to ask, Mr. Beirut finally slowed down. The shadowy figure in front of him also slowed down, keeping a distance that Mr. Beirut could see:
"Before she passed away, she held my hand on the hospital bed and told me that she hoped I would live a peaceful life."
"So what are you doing now?"
Shade asked:
"Following the dead, following the people who wished you happiness in life, is this really what you and she wished?"
Mr. Beirut's pace slowed again, now almost to a walk.
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Since she has left, all you can do is not let her go, but remember her. As long as you still remember her, the traces of her existence in this world will not disappear."
Mr. Beirut sighed and finally stopped. Together with Shad, he looked at the figure standing on the high steps. In the thick fog, she was not clear, but she was indeed waiting:
"I have seen her in my dreams countless times, and have wanted to catch up with her countless times. But only this time, I felt that I was closest to her."
"Then put a bouquet of flowers on her grave."
Shade said softly:
"Remember to tell her that you are very happy."
The gentleman turned around slowly, tears dripping down his cheeks. He walked in the direction he came from, paused for a moment, looked back at the shadow in the sky, waved his hand as a final farewell, and then walked down the mountain.
His figure melted into the mist.
"That's great. It seems that stubborn people are still a minority."
Shade felt sorry for Barton's stubbornness, but was very happy that he had succeeded in persuading him. He wanted to leave the dream, but he heard another voice:
"detective?"
"Um?"
Shade actually saw Priest Augustus, the old man wearing a white priest robe, with a huge brass-colored notched circle emblem of Mr. Dawn hanging on his chest, walking out of the fog. I don't know who gave this old man a new hairstyle, he now looks particularly energetic, as if he is ten years younger.
"Priest? Can you see me?"
"Of course not."
Father Augustus shook his head:
"But I can hear voices. Since the church arranged for us ordinary priests to enter the narrow space yesterday and set up a camp on the top of the narrow space to protect our safety, I have seen at least four ordinary people who came here to pursue my thoughts within 24 hours. This is just what I saw.
The first three were kicked out by me secretly... I mean I persuaded them to leave. The fourth one was talking while walking, and then I heard your voice..."
The priest looked around:
"Where are you now?"
"I am still in the real world. I have accepted a commission to help persuade the gentleman just now to go back."
"That's good. Then you should leave quickly. The narrow space right now is not suitable for anyone to come. Not only the newly born undead, but also the undead that have been stranded here for the last century have begun to move around. The situation is really bad."
"Okay... Priest, I entered the narrow space yesterday and met Joey Barton. He was fusing the relics and could even turn the narrow space into his own puzzle lock. It has been confirmed that he devoured the power of the clown and wanted to enter death through the three channels to retrieve the souls of the deceased."
After the battle on the ice of Lake Bena, Shad met a priest in the woods. The priest was also looking for Joey Barton, and it was for an unknown item on him. At that time, Shad promised to share information about Joey Barton with the priest.
"Fusion of relics? Oh, if you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten that he was a member of the Truth Society. Things are a bit troublesome, but it doesn't matter. Don't worry, I'll be guarding the top of the mountain and won't let him enter the Land of Death from the top of the mountain. In the narrow room, I'm not that ordinary old human being anymore."
He said self-deprecatingly, and because Mr. Beirut was close to waking up, Shad was about to leave:
"May tomorrow's ceremony go smoothly. Praise the dawn!"
"Praise the Dawn... ... You must never run into the narrow room again, the... "
Shad didn't hear the last half of the warning because he was completely awake.
Except for the drowsy Mr. Beirut, everyone else in the room left quietly. After a while, the sound of sobbing came from the room. He still remembered the dream just now.
Both Shad and Sister Michelle breathed a sigh of relief, and Sister Michelle took Shad back to the lounge upstairs.
"Sister, why do people always want to bring back those who have left?"
“Because there are regrets.”
The middle-aged nun gave the answer without much hesitation.
The two were not walking side by side on the stairs, Sister Michelle was one step lower than Shard.
"It's a pity... Some people can be persuaded, but some people are stubborn and want to make big mistakes. In fact, I am also conflicted. I understand his behavior, but I think he really did something wrong."
Sister Michelle didn't know who specifically Shad was talking about, but she didn't mind continuing the conversation.
The two turned at the stairwell on the second floor, and Xia De saw the decorative oil painting on the wall. It was a blind man with cloth wrapped around his eyes, opening a door to light in the darkness.
"This is normal. You sympathize with the poor, but you won't let their pity confuse your own good and evil. If you can't persuade a stubborn person, then give up."
Xia De thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case:
"So what should I do?"
"What should you do? Why are you asking me? Don't you already know the answer when you ask this question?"
Sister Michelle smiled, and Shade looked at the steps under his feet:
"Yes... Actually, I admire that person very much. What a pity."
The fog in Midhill Castle became even thicker.
Helping to rescue Mr. Beirut just now was just a piece of cake for Shade, but Sister Michelle still insisted on paying Shade.
The spiritual order had helped Shad so much without asking for money, so Shad definitely couldn't accept it this time. But Sister Michelle insisted that this was a personal commission from her to Shad, and finally gave Shad 5 pounds as a reward, which made Shad very embarrassed.
Rescuing Mr. Beirut who was dreaming of the narrow space was just a small episode during the waiting period. In the slightly long afternoon, many things happened in the city.
The first abnormality was an earthquake at around two o'clock.
The earthquake was very sudden. Just a second ago, Shade was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Just as he was about to reach out to grab the teacup, Mia, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly jumped up. She jumped onto Shade's legs, meowing with her fur puffed up. Looking around, it seemed that there was an invisible enemy hostile to this cat.
Before Xia De understood what Mia wanted to say, ripples appeared in the cup of black tea on the table:
"earthquake!"
Then Shade felt the floor shaking, but the shaking only lasted for a dozen seconds before stopping. The intensity and destructive power of the shaking were nothing compared to the two Midhill Castle earthquakes that Shade had not experienced a few days ago as reported in the newspaper.
Mia was very scared. Even though she was held by Shade, she was still furious. It took a long time for her to calm down. Shade left the room again to check the situation of the blind home. Although there were not many visitors today, some blind people were injured because of panic in the earthquake just now. Some paintings and furniture in the room also collapsed due to the earthquake.
Shad helped Sister Michelle coordinate the restoration of the Home for the Blind. During this period, even neighbors next door came to ask for help, and the Home for the Blind had a good reputation in the neighborhood.
The occurrence of this sudden small earthquake must be related to the abnormal changes in the narrow space, but Shade, who was in the Blind House, did not know what had happened.
But what is certain is that the Unknowable-level Relic, the Narrowness of Life and Death, will not be allowed to be sealed by the Church. After the nails that the Narrowness has sent to reality are pulled out one by one, the Narrowness itself will definitely launch a more powerful resistance this afternoon before the ceremony begins.
The narrow space itself has no self-awareness, but just as nature will resist human destruction, this level 0 relic will also spontaneously resist the seal.