The place where he is now should be a public facility used for temporarily parking corpses. The sound outside the coffin should come from the caretaker of this facility.
The guard seemed to have a lot of experience. He called the abnormal movements in the coffin the "restless person" phenomenon, and he talked to himself rationally and clearly, without appearing panicked in the process.
The body he is currently possessing seems to be that of a worker in a mine. The cause of death was a fall from a height, and his body had severe organic defects.
While talking to the voice outside the coffin, Duncan silently summarized the useful information. At the same time, he further confirmed that his current body was of no use.
After all, even if you don't take into account the extremely weak condition of this body, it is difficult for him to run around with a deflated head - of course, there is a phenomenon of "living dead" in this world, and the sailors on Tirian's ship seem to be There is no shortage of people with wonderful bones who are missing a corner of their heads and a piece of their hearts, but even if they are living dead, they are not a status that allows them to move around openly in the city-state. This does not meet their own requirements.
While Duncan was silently calculating in his mind, the old caretaker outside the coffin never relaxed his tense nerves.
The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointed at the coffin, and the herbal powder scattered on the ground in advance was now emitting a pale glimmer. His voice was always calm, but the fingers holding the shotgun were slightly white.
He was waiting for the restless person in the coffin to exhaust the last obsession and reason in his soul, and for the chattering dead person to gradually tire and accept the fact of his own death - according to his experience, this usually didn't take too long. With the powerful soothing effect of the medicinal powder, it often only takes half an hour for a restless soul to calm down.
Normally, the deceased will gradually become confused during the conversation, and soon he will no longer even remember the words. Normally, the voice in the coffin will turn into vague mumblings, and finally turn into hoarse babbles. Normally...
But why does the man in the coffin seem to get more energetic the more he talks? !
"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know this is the morgue, I mean the location... You know, I couldn't see the surroundings on the way I was sent here.
"How is the weather today? It must be quite cold, right? I seem to hear the wind outside. It's not easy to live in a frosty night...
"What time is it now? Have you eaten? Are there any other colleagues around you?
"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, living on Hearth Street. A friend of mine knows him very well..."
The old caretaker felt beads of sweat coming out of his forehead little by little. He dared to swear to Bartok that he had never seen such an evil situation in most of his career. A restless corpse passed by. Under the premise that the "gatekeeper" of the Church of Death personally performed the requiem ceremony, and under the powerful soothing effect of the lantern and herbs, there was no sign of sleeping at all, but he woke up more and more like a living person!
This made him think of the disturbing rumors in the city-state recently, and the stories related to the "return of the dead."
Is there really a loophole in the boundary between life and death set by Bartok, the God of Death?
"Sir," the old guard tightened his shotgun and his voice became slightly serious, "You have said enough. If I were you, I would calm down as soon as possible and go back to sleep honestly - otherwise, wait until the sun rises If it rises, you should feel uncomfortable."
Duncan in the coffin thought for a while and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep at this time... How about you help me open this lid and give me a dose of soothing aid? A good medicine for sleeping?"
"You are overthinking this..."
The old caretaker said in a deep voice, but at this moment, an abrupt and harsh sound of slapping the fence door suddenly came from the entrance to the cemetery, interrupting what he wanted to say next.
Why are the visitors coming this late at night?
The old guard looked in the direction of the sound of slapping in shock, only to see a few figures in black coats standing under the street lamp outside the towering carved fence gate. The light of the gas lamp shone on those people, covering them up. The shadow was very long, glowing behind them.
One of the figures raised his hand and showed something in the light of the street lamp.
It was a triangular metal emblem, symbolizing the messenger of Bartok, the god of death.
The old guard's heart moved, and he subconsciously looked back at the brand new coffin.
The voices in the coffin fell silent for a moment.
After a slight hesitation, the old man turned around and walked quickly towards the entrance of the cemetery.
Accompanied by the sound of Kara's chains coming loose and the creaking sound of the door shaft turning, the towering cemetery gate opened.
The old guard raised his head and looked at the figures standing under the street lamp with cautious eyes.
Three men and one woman, all wearing thick, dark coats and equally thick wide-brimmed hats on their heads, stood silently in the night wind. Their clothes and silent gestures reminded people of midnight. Crow standing next to a tombstone.
When the old man raised his head to look at these uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at the old tombkeeper with a gloomy temperament. Soon, one of the shorter men took half a step forward, raised the triangular emblem in his hand, and looked solemn. The ground opened his mouth:
"The peace of death will protect you and me in the end - by order of the city-state church, we have come to take away a deceased person who should have just been sent to this cemetery."
"Priest of the God of Death?" The old guard was subconsciously suspicious. He frowned slightly and looked at the triangular emblem in the other person's hand. "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago. She never mentioned that there would be other priests here to pick up the deceased. And … It’s midnight, not a good time to bring in the deceased.”
"In special circumstances, the deceased needs to be transported to a safer place," another person among the uninvited guests said. It was the woman. She was of medium height, with cold and stiff lines on her face and thin lips. "Please cooperate. It’s a matter of life and death, and there can be no delay.”
When the old guard heard the other party mention the word "special circumstances", his heart moved. When he thought of the chattering voice in the coffin, he immediately gave up his doubts.
It seems that the restless person in the coffin is indeed something special, and the church has also reacted. Although I don’t know how the church priests made their judgment, the professionals are here now anyway.
The old man didn't like outsiders disturbing his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest holding the emblem of death, he didn't need to stop anything.
He hoped that the trouble tonight would end as soon as possible.
"Come with me," the old man muttered, turning around and making way for the cemetery. "You're just in time."
"You came just in time?" One of the tall and sturdy men in black was walking to catch up. He was slightly startled when he heard this, "Why do you say that?"
"The corpse has started to become restless. Ha, chattering non-stop. The more he talks, the more energetic he becomes. I even suspect that he will cross the first boundary and become an undead - that will be a big trouble, nearby The residents of "won't like this news," the old guard shook his head. "No one likes the undead, especially the frost people. This will remind people of the cursed battleship, which was full of undead." …”
Listening to the old man's muttering complaints along the way, the four men in black exchanged glances subconsciously, as if they were a little surprised.
But soon, the woman with thin lips shook her head, indicating that the matter should be calm and calm.
The other three nodded slightly and continued to follow the old guard in silence. The short man who showed the church emblem before casually threw the emblem in his hand on the ground.
The emblem landed silently, turning into flying black smoke the moment it hit the ground, and dispersed in the wind.
The group soon walked through the paths in the cemetery and arrived at the morgue used to temporarily park the dead.
On the neatly arranged platform, rows of simple coffins were silent in the night wind. The lantern that the old guard had hung on the wooden stake was still burning calmly, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint pale glow.
Seeing that these sealing measures were still functioning normally, the old guard was obviously slightly relieved. Then he took two steps forward and pointed to the latest coffin: "This, what you are looking for, was just delivered tonight."
The four men in black exchanged glances. The woman with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of her: "...Is this it..."
"Maybe," Duncan said casually from inside the coffin, "What do you do?"
The woman's eyes widened slightly in an instant, as if she was startled by the sound in the coffin. The other three men were also obviously startled. They looked at each other nervously, and the tall one among them couldn't help but whisper: "No. So right..."
"What's wrong?" The old guard seemed to have good hearing, and he was a little curious when he heard this, "Can't you figure it out?"
"No, we are just here to solve this matter," the woman in black said immediately. Then she looked at her three companions, seemed to think about it quickly, and nodded to the old guard, "Next...you need Avoid it for now."
(End of this chapter).
