Chapter 807

Sunday morning at ten o'clock, although the city was still shrouded in mist, the St. Deran Square, where autumn was deepening, was still bustling with passersby.

Last night's torrential rain had washed the city, and even in the early morning, this autumn rain was still falling, but the pattering appearance did not affect travel much.

Under the gloomy sky, countless black umbrellas touched and then separated, but this did not affect the well-dressed gentlemen talking to each other, nor did it affect the well-dressed young people walking with official documents in their arms. The dark brown carriage, washed by the rain, drove from afar, the horse's hooves stepping into puddles, and it stopped steadily outside the door of No. 6 St. Deran Square in the falling rain.

Doctor Schneider, wearing a black overcoat, got off the carriage and immediately jumped onto the steps to reach the rain eaves. After paying the fare, he looked at St. Deran Square in the rain and tightened his collar:

"It's raining again; it seems the weather will get colder and colder."

The carriage drove away slowly, but was soon stopped by Xia De's neighbor, Mr. Shi Shi Misi, who had just gone out.

The old gentleman was wearing proper formal attire and must have had something important to do. He also noticed Doctor Schneider, and after nodding to each other, Mr. Shi Shi Misi left by carriage.

"I seem to have seen that person in the newspaper; isn't this the former Chief Secretary of the Ministry of Finance of the Kingdom? Sure enough, those who can live in this kind of neighborhood are definitely not ordinary citizens."

The doctor thought in surprise, looked up at the raindrops falling like strings of pearls from the rain eaves, and then turned to ring the doorbell:

After a while, he heard footsteps on the stairs. The door was opened, and Xia De, wearing a black turtleneck sweater, looked at the doctor outside with a smile:

"You are really punctual, exactly ten o'clock, not a minute off. Oh, it's still raining, please come in."

"Of course I'm punctual; I charge patients according to time, and I have a strong sense of time."

The middle-aged man with blue eyes boasted, but as he stood at the door, he suddenly twitched his nose:

"When did you get the habit of using incense?"

He walked in while talking, and then noticed something wrong at his feet:

"When did you lay a carpet in the foyer? This carpet isn't cheap, right? My clinic wouldn't even be willing to lay such expensive goods."

Following the carpet upwards, he saw it extending all the way to the stairs:

"When did you... welcome me, you don't have to go to such trouble to cover the stairs with flower petals, right? Do you want to borrow money from me?"

The doctor said with a smile, and even bent down to pick up a petal:

"Still fresh, is this last night's flower?"

He immediately understood, nodded slightly, and looked at the young man closing the door, teasing:

"This must be prepared for a girl; did someone stay here last night? You really spent a lot of money for the atmosphere."

Xia De, holding the cat that had been sulking all night, hesitated and nodded:

"Yes."

"Don't worry, I won't tell a third person."

The doctor patted Xia De on the shoulder:

"I understand young people of your age very well. I won't ask who the other person is, but you should pay attention to your private life; I can't guarantee what will happen if Annette hears about it. Oh, these flowers are not cheap."

They walked up the stairs together, and the doctor noticed that from the first floor to the second floor, it was really covered with flowers, not just the area at the entrance.

"It wasn't my gold pounds I spent."

Xia De rubbed his neck and walked in front; the memories of last night were chaotic and hot. Recalling it, he still somewhat doubted that everything last night was his imagination. It's just that this imagination was a bit too bold.

【That wasn't a dream, and, you were still holding one person and calling out another person's name.】

"You actually let a lady spend money?"

The doctor was a little surprised, completely unable to guess what Xia De was thinking.

"It was indeed a lady who spent the money, but... it was one lady preparing it for another lady."

The middle-aged psychologist frowned. Fortunately, Bill Schneider had rich social experience and was well-informed, so he understood after thinking for a few seconds:

"Wait, there was more than one lady who stayed here last night? Oh, Detective, I led you out of blind stupidity, and I have an obligation to give you some life advice. I have always known you are kind-hearted, but why on this kind of issue..."

"Doctor, it's not what you think, we won't discuss this! But I want to clarify, I am not that kind of dissolute person."

Xia De said with a yawn. He had actually been up for an hour, washing up, feeding the cat, cleaning, and preparing breakfast for the groggy girls huddled together. Although the power of the Initial Fire was not as good as divinity, it could make this body more energetic. He wasn't sleepy at all; yawning at this time was just to cover up his embarrassment.

He walked up the stairs in a hurry and changed the subject:

"Let's go to the third floor; I have a way to find souls, so I want to try to see if I can find the souls of Mr. Shelf Tim and Shi Shi Misi Xia Na Aya."

Hearing Xia De mention these two names, the doctor was stunned, and then naturally stopped talking about Xia De's private life.

He sighed slowly:

"Thank you for helping to keep this in mind, but I don't think it can be found so easily."

The two came to the second floor together and continued to walk towards the higher floors. The doctor saw that the door of Room 1 on the second floor was tightly closed, knowing that the two ladies should not have left yet. And Xia De, holding Little Mia, also looked at that door, raised his eyebrows, and thought of the surprised mood he felt when he woke up this morning and saw people leaning on his shoulders on both sides.

And after waking up, apart from being kissed by the sleepy girls, what he was most worried about was what would happen if Luweiya found out about this.

And when he expressed this worry, Dorothy said nothing, while Lei Qianya squinted her eyes and replied groggily:

"How did she stay overnight alone before... she is really amazing."

Xia De and the doctor entered the third-floor corridor together. Xia De summoned his Life Ring and used 【True Death】 to emit spiritual light to illuminate the center of the corridor. Two ancient black iron fences that were out of place with the corridor immediately appeared.

Doctor Schneider stood behind Xia De hesitantly, hearing Xia De say:

"The eternal end protects me before the end."

With a clattering sound, the iron chains tying the two fence gates automatically unlocked, winding around the fence like black iron snakes.

"Xia De, why do you always have such strange places in your house? Last time after I devoured the Balrog, you also let me go into a door in the basement to calm the risk of losing control... How do I remember that this was originally the boundary between life and death?"

"I scrapped the 【Traveler's Travel Door】 and found a way to install a door here, so I never have to worry about the boundary losing control again."

Xia De said, and then pushed the fence gate in front of him. As the door pushed inward silently, behind it was not the second half of the third-floor corridor, but a fog door wriggling with white mist:

"Doctor, take my hand."

Xia De held Little Mia and walked into the white mist with the doctor.

"This place is really like the 【Dark Dungeon】 you let me go to."

Countless tombstones stood in the white mist, and the square stone tombstones inserted obliquely under his feet were the clearest, but there were no letters on them.

Xia De informed Doctor Schneider about the general situation of the 【Soul Cemetery】. Hearing that "any soul heading towards the end can be found here," the doctor immediately understood Xia De's idea:

"If their souls have gained freedom, even at the cost of complete fragmentation, I can see them. If the soul is still imprisoned..."

He took the small knife handed by Xia De and carefully carved the name, date of birth and death, and cause of death of Mr. Shelf Tim on the tombstone at his feet, but nothing happened after waiting for a long time.

"Try another one."

Xia De encouraged.

The two moved to another tombstone and carved the name of Shi Shi Misi Xia Na Aya, but looking at the thick white mist around, no soul appeared.

This meant that the two souls were only abducted and did not head towards the end, just like souls residing in the material world, which could not be called here either. Although the doctor didn't have much hope, he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated when he saw that he still failed.

"Doctor, don't worry, I haven't used this place either. Maybe it's because our method was wrong. Let me try, look."

Xia De encouraged, then took the small knife and squatted down in front of another cross tombstone, holding the cat in one hand and carefully engraving with the other:

【Sparrow Spy Hamilton (Sixth Era, 1812-1853)】

【Grey-Headed Hawk】

【Eternal Loyalty - Ace Agent of the Karsenrik Grey Gloves】

【Died from the terrible death countdown curse】

The peeling stone chips fell but soon disappeared. After carving, Xia De stood up and observed left and right with the doctor, then noticed that a black shadow appeared in the depths of the white mist behind the tombstone.

The shadow was far away in the white mist, but it was walking over. As he got closer, the figure gradually became clear.

The middle-aged man wearing a black deerstalker hat and holding a cane looked at Xia De with bright eyes; the soul of Sparrow Hamilton really appeared.

"This place can really call souls. It seems that the souls of Mr. Tim and Shi Shi Misi Aya, at least, did not shatter."

The doctor comforted himself, but saw Xia De looking at the soul he didn't know with hesitation.

Doctor Schneider didn't know what story Xia De had with Sparrow Hamilton, but he still encouraged:

"Since you have called him out, talk to him. You inherited his legacy and are his nephew in name."

He knew that Xia De was just a tramp before and had no relatives with Sparrow Hamilton, but he didn't know about the Grey Gloves.

"Normal people rarely have the chance to talk to the deceased, say something."

The doctor said again, then carefully stepped back.

Xia De nodded and looked at the former detective standing behind the tombstone, only to find that the other party was also looking at him. The last time they looked at each other so closely was on a summer morning, the day of the silver moon shining, when one person came and another left.