The place where I am now should be a public facility for temporary parking of corpses, and the sound outside the coffin should come from the caretaker of this facility.

The guard, who seemed to have a lot of experience, referred to the movement coming from the coffin as the "restless" phenomenon, and spoke to himself with clarity and reason, showing no signs of panic in the process.

The body he is currently possessing appears to be a worker in a mine, and the cause of death is a fall from a height and a severe organic defect in the body.

Duncan silently summarized the useful information as he spoke to the voice outside the coffin, and at the same time further confirmed his current idea that his body was useless.

After all, even if he didn't take into account the fact that this body was extremely weak, it would be difficult for him to go out and run around with a deflated skull - of course, there is such a phenomenon as the "living dead" in this world, and there seems to be no shortage of skeletal wizards on the ships of Tirien, who are missing a corner of their heads and a piece of their hearts, but even if they are the living dead, they are not an identity that can move around in the city-state, which does not meet their own requirements.

While Duncan was silently assembling in his heart, the tense nerves of the old caretaker outside the coffin never relaxed.

The double-barreled shotgun in the old man's hand was still pointing at the coffin, and the herbal powder that had been sprinkled on the ground in advance was now emitting a pale faint light, his voice was always calm, but the fingers he held the shotgun were already slightly white.

He waited for the restless man in the coffin to exhaust the last obsession and reason in his soul, for the chattering dead to grow tired and accept the fact of his own death—in his experience, it usually didn't take long, and it often only took half an hour for a restless soul to calm down under the powerful soothing effect of lanterns and powders.

Normally, the deceased will slowly become muddy in the process of conversation, and soon he will no longer even remember the words, and normally, the voice in the coffin will turn into a muffled mutter, and finally turn into a hoarse babble, normally speaking......

But why does this person in the coffin seem to be more and more energetic the more he talks?!

"Do you know where I am now? Ah, of course I know this is the place of the mortuary, I mean the location of this place...... You know, I couldn't see my surroundings on the way I was delivered.

"What's the weather like today? It must be cold, right? I still seem to hear the wind outside, and it's not a good night......

"What time is it? Have you eaten? Do you have any other colleagues around?

"What's the news in town lately? I don't remember much of the past...... By the way, do you know a guy named Brown Scott? He seems to be a folklorist or a historian, and he lives on Fireplace Street, and a friend of mine knows him well......"

The old caretaker felt fine beads of sweat pop up from his forehead, and he dared to swear to Bartók that he had never seen such an evil situation in most of his life, a restless corpse, under the premise of the "gatekeeper" of the Church of Death personally performing the requiem ritual, under the powerful soothing effect of lanterns and herbs, there was no sign of sleep, but more and more awake like a living person!

This reminded him of the disturbing rumors in the city-state lately, and of the stories related to the "return of the dead".

Is there really a loophole in the boundary between life and death that Bartók, the god of death, has set for him?

"Sir," said the old warden, tightening his shotgun tightly, his voice slightly serious, "you've said enough, and if I were you, be quiet as soon as you can, and go back to your slumber honestly—or you'll be in a bad place when the sun rises." ”

Duncan in the coffin thought about it and said helplessly: "Actually, I really want to cooperate with you, but I really can't sleep at this time...... Why don't you open the lid for me and give me another dose of sleep relief? ”

"You're thinking too much about that......"

The old keeper spoke in a deep voice, but at that moment a sudden and piercing sound of banging on the gate of the fence suddenly came from the entrance of the cemetery, interrupting what he was about to say.

In the middle of the night, where are the visitors?

The old guard looked in astonishment in the direction from which the beating sound came, and saw several figures in black coats standing under the street lamps outside the towering carved fence gate, and the glow of the gas lamps sprinkled on the men, stretching their shadows very long, and glowing behind them.

One of the figures raised his hand, revealing something by the light of the streetlamp.

It was a triangular metal emblem that symbolized the messenger of Bartók, the god of death.

The old guard's heart moved, and he subconsciously glanced back at the brand-new coffin.

The voices in the coffin were quiet for a moment.

After a moment's hesitation, the old man turned and walked briskly towards the entrance of the cemetery.

With the sound of Kerala chains loosening and creaking of the doorway, the towering cemetery gates opened.

The old guard raised his head and looked at the figures standing under the street lamps with cautious eyes.

Three men and a woman, all dressed in thick, pitch-black coats and equally thick broad-brimmed hats on their heads, stood silently in the night wind, their clothes and their silent gestures reminiscent of the crows standing by tombstones at midnight.

When the old man looked up at these uninvited guests, the uninvited guests were also looking at this old grave keeper with a gloomy temperament, and soon, one of the shorter men stepped forward half a step, raised the triangular emblem in his hand, and said with a solemn face:

"The tranquility of death will shelter you and me at last—on the orders of the city-state church, we have come to take away a deceased man who should have just been sent to this cemetery."

"Grim Reaper's Priest?" The old guard was subconsciously a little suspicious, and frowned slightly at the triangular emblem in the other party's hand, "The gatekeeper Agatha just left a few hours ago, and she didn't mention that other priests would come here to pick up the dead, and ...... It's midnight, and it's not a good time to pick up the dead. ”

"Under special circumstances, the deceased needs to be transported to a safer place," said another of the uninvited guests, it was the woman, she was of medium height, her face was cold and stiff, and her lips were thin, "please cooperate, it is a matter of life and death, and there is no delay." ”

The old guard's heart moved when he heard the other party mention the word "special circumstances", and then he thought of the chatter in the coffin, and he immediately dispelled the doubts in his heart.

It seems that the restless person in the coffin is indeed a bit special, and the church has already reacted, although I don't know how the priests of the church make judgments, anyway, now the professionals have arrived.

The old man didn't like outsiders to disturb his cemetery, but since the other party was an official priest with the emblem of death, there was no need for him to stop anything.

He hoped that this trouble would end as soon as possible tonight.

"Come with me," the old man muttered, turning to get out of the way of the graveyard, "you're just in time. ”

"Just in time?" One of the tall men in black was stepping forward to follow, and he was slightly stunned when he heard this, "Why do you say that?" ”

"The corpse is already getting agitated, ha, babbling, talking, talking, talking more and more, I even suspect that he will cross the first line and become an immortal - that would be a big problem, the residents of the neighborhood will not like the news," the old warden shook his head, "everyone doesn't like the undead, and the Frost Man especially doesn't like it, it will be reminiscent of the cursed warship, which is full of undead ......"

Listening to the old man's muttering complaints along the way, the four men in black subconsciously exchanged glances, as if they were a little surprised.

But soon, the thin-lipped woman shook her head, signaling for a moment of peace and quiet.

The other three bowed their heads slightly, and continued to follow the old guard's footsteps in silence, while the short man who had displayed the church emblem casually threw it on the ground.

The emblem landed silently, and the moment it touched the ground, it turned into a fluttering black smoke and dust, which dispersed with the wind.

The group soon crossed the path in the cemetery and came to the morgue, which was used to temporarily park the deceased.

On the neatly arranged platform, rows of simple coffins were silent in the night breeze, the lanterns that the old guard had hung on the wooden stakes were still burning calmly, and the herbal powder on the ground was still emitting a faint pale glow.

Seeing that these sealing measures were still working normally, the old guard was obviously slightly relieved, and then he took two steps forward and pointed to the newly put coffin: "This, what you are looking for, just sent it tonight." ”

The four men in black exchanged glances, and the woman with thin lips came to the platform, frowned slightly and looked at the coffin in front of her: "...... Is it ......?"

"Probably," Duncan said casually in the coffin, "what do you do?" ”

The woman's eyes widened slightly, as if she was startled by the sound in the coffin, and the other three men were also obviously taken aback, they looked at each other nervously, and the tall one couldn't help but mutter, "Not quite right......"

"What's not quite right?" The old guard's hearing seemed to be very good, and he was a little curious when he heard this, "You can't handle it?" ”

"No, we're here to settle this matter," the woman in black said immediately, then she looked at her three companions, seemed to think quickly, and then nodded to the old guard, "Next...... You need to dodge it for a while. ”

(End of chapter).