Chapter 808

In that white mist, the middle-aged detective with a clear appearance did not speak. Xia De tried to open his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally said:

"I'm sorry."

"Xia De Hamilton, why apologize to me?"

Many people used the title "Xia De Hamilton" to address the Outsider, but only when facing the detective in front of him did the Outsider feel ashamed to hear this title.

He raised his head and said hesitantly:

"You entrusted everything to me, only hoping that everything about you before your death would not be exposed. But I still used your... for my own benefit."

He was truly sorry for this.

"Then, was the identity exposed?"

The middle-aged detective with a transparent body asked, his eyes sharp and his expression serious.

Xia De shook his head:

"No."

"Then, did your actions deal a blow to the Grey Gloves?"

"No."

Xia De shook his head again, not caring about the puzzled expression on the doctor's face aside.

"Then, why apologize."

The middle-aged detective said calmly.

"Because you showed kindness to me, but I violated your last wish."

Sparrow Hamilton looked at Xia De:

"Kindness? You can honestly tell me all this, and I am the one who brought you into danger. Letting you inherit the Hamilton Detective Agency was dangerous for the original you. I am not noble either; yes, no one is noble."

Xia De nodded, but suddenly raised his head:

"Also, I am now a member of MI6, but I have also connected with the Grey Gloves."

Sparrow Hamilton shook his head slightly:

"Why tell me this?"

"Because you were alive..."

"That was before I was alive, and I am already dead. Before I died, I did not fail my motherland and organization; after I died, my soul is free."

At this moment, he was still serious:

"Xia De Hamilton, I don't know what you experienced after I left to be able to summon me back. But remember, Sparrow Hamilton is already dead."

Xia De opened his mouth, not expecting the other party to say this.

"Of course I am not a good person; yes, never have been, but I have already left, and you have inherited everything. You are now the master of St. Deran Square. Sparrow has become history and has fallen asleep forever. You, Xia De Hamilton, truly possess everything of mine. Young man, choose your own path, why disturb me?"

Xia De could not answer this question. Sparrow Hamilton shook his head:

"I led you away from the life of a tramp, but I ultimately left. I did wrong things before I died, which is also the only thing I feel guilty about when I died, which is rare for me. So, everything in St. Deran Square belongs to you, and you, don't disturb me."

For some reason, hearing the other party say that everything here belonged to him, Xia De suddenly felt relieved. The various pressures of living in St. Deran Square in the past seemed to dissipate with Sparrow Hamilton's words.

He certainly knew that the Grey-Headed Hawk as an ace agent was definitely not a good person in the traditional sense, but he also remembered the scene where Detective Sparrow apologized to himself before he died and wished him good luck:

"I still express my apologies to you; I used your identity and legacy."

He said very formally.

"I forgive you."

Sparrow Hamilton said seriously, then sighed:

"I also express my apologies to you; I brought you into danger."

"I also forgive you... I have completed the four commissions you left behind..."

Thinking of the cat he was holding, he added:

"Only the final finishing work remains."

That serious face finally showed a little smile:

"That's very good. Although the detective is just a disguise, I am also very happy that I didn't delay anyone's life. These years of detective life also gave me nostalgia I shouldn't have. After all, I am just a mortal."

Xia De hesitated:

"Also, I have kept your room, the master bedroom. But now, I want to move in; the side bedroom is really a bit small."

The middle-aged detective reminded softly:

"Young man, you are the master of the house, no need to ask for my opinion."

Sparrow Hamilton lowered the brim of his hat slightly and turned to walk towards the thick fog from which he came:

"The road ahead belongs to you. Also, mortals will eventually die, I just hope, please don't disturb me again..."

"Yes, then goodbye, Sparrow Hamilton."

The detective entered the white mist, leaving only Xia De watching him go away.

"Grey Gloves?"

The doctor aside was still surprised by what he heard and looked at Xia De, hoping to get an answer, but saw Xia De close his eyes and sigh for a long time:

"Doctor, is it still raining outside? I think I need to go to the cemetery outside the city."

"It's still raining, but we can go together... by the way, talk about the story between you and that Sparrow Hamilton."

It is said that every autumn rain brings more coolness. And the rain in the second half of the month of the withered leaves did indeed render the atmosphere of late autumn more intense.

The rain hit the roof of the carriage, and the sound of the wheels crushing the stone road seemed to have more rhythm than usual. Autumn rain always makes people feel bad. Xia De in the carriage might have been affected by the rain. While the carriage carried the two gentlemen through the Pearl of the North, he told Doctor Schneider the complete story of him and Sparrow Hamilton in a somewhat depressed tone.

Xia De hadn't even mentioned those things completely to Lei Qianya; the doctor was the first person to know everything.

Even though the middle-aged psychologist had seen great storms and experienced many adventures that ordinary people, or even ordinary ring warlocks, could not imagine, he was still shocked by Xia De's story:

"In other words, you are now not only an agent of MI6, but even if you want, you can perfectly inherit the identity of that 'Grey-Headed Hawk' and become an ace spy of the Grey Gloves?"

Because it was raining outside, Xia De left Mia at home, hoping it wouldn't disturb the two girls who had fallen asleep again after breakfast. He lowered his head and nodded slightly. The doctor covered his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say:

"Originally I thought you inherited No. 6 St. Deran Square, which was already considered... I didn't expect that house to be just a side dish..."

"I actually have no intention of being a spy. I was really grateful to Uncle Sparrow for inheriting his legacy and never thought of using his identity before his death to do anything. It's just that every time I encounter something related to this, I seem to be making different choices. So, very inexplicably, I actually really have the possibility of replacing Sparrow Hamilton and becoming the Grey-Headed Hawk."

The rain outside the window was heavy, and Xia De's mood was also very bad:

"Although the former detective had selfish motives for taking Sparrow Hamilton away from the tramp life, it was indeed his actions that created the current me. I am actually a bit guilty... especially since he didn't blame me."

The Outsider knew whose favor he had received; he was not a person who didn't know how to be grateful.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself. After all, you only used that identity to earn some money and help your friends, but you didn't bring any stain on the reputation and honor of the Grey-Headed Hawk identity."

The doctor comforted:

"Since Sparrow Hamilton said he didn't care about you using his identity, why not use the identity of the Grey-Headed Hawk to help the Grey Gloves do some things without violating your moral values as a repayment to Sparrow Hamilton."

This is a good idea, but it seems that it may also cause Xia De to get deeper and deeper into the identity of "Grey-Headed Hawk".

The carriage soon arrived at the public cemetery outside the city, and Xia De didn't take the opportunity to accompany Lei Qianya and Dorothy at home on Sunday, just wanting to see Sparrow Hamilton's grave again.

He had decided to officially move from the side bedroom to the master bedroom. Everything in the past was completed, and he would inherit everything of No. 6 St. Deran Square. And today's visit was to say a final goodbye, acknowledging that Sparrow Hamilton had completely gone away, and everything Xia De did afterwards would have nothing to do with him.

The autumn rain was pattering, and two men holding black umbrellas, wearing black coats and black rain boots, walked side by side on the path of the cemetery. Detective Sparrow was buried in the No. 2 cemetery area of the Tobesk East District Public Cemetery. Sunday morning should have been able to meet many people here, but because of this autumn rain, there were only two or three people standing among the tombstones in the hazy rain curtain.

Xia De and Doctor Schneider talked while walking. Xia De didn't want to talk more about Sparrow, so he talked about what he encountered in Midhillburg:

"I went there almost every day throughout the autumn, helping some people and killing some people. And when I encountered danger, when I was in the most difficult situation, the souls I had helped actually came to help me."

He didn't say he went to find the red butterfly at that time, only saying that he was also on Mount Sikar on Wednesday night:

"The corporal who asked me to help deliver the relic pistol, Professor Higgins who mistook me for the Grey-Headed Hawk, the innocent ladies murdered by the serial killer, and the count who died and was resurrected but finally left after completing the Rod card game... this way."

The two turned left on the cemetery sermon, and the doctor listened quietly to Xia De's narration:

"There is still kindness in this world, especially when you show your kindness. Although you don't have to ask for a return, sometimes there will be extra gains. Detective, mortals will eventually die, but the kindness passed on will never die."

The psychologist with a devil in his heart said with a smile, Xia De nodded and also smiled:

"Yes, mortals will eventually die... so, I want to visit Detective Sparrow again today, which can be considered a complete farewell."

"This is good, you have gotten rid of all the influences left by Sparrow Hamilton. From now on, you are the real Detective Hamilton."

The doctor encouraged. The psychology he was good at helped him analyze Xia De's thoughts at this time very well.

Looking at the tombstones standing in the rain around, the doctor kindly took away the wet leaves stuck on the tombstone and continued to walk forward with Xia De:

"Everyone will die, but Sparrow Hamilton is lucky; he was at least remembered by you. You inherited everything of his, but also knew everything of his. As long as you are still alive, he will not disappear, what a lucky guy..."

The doctor's words were somewhat like what Marilyn Hendel, who was about to leave completely in death, said.

"Being remembered?"

Xia De murmured:

"Doctor, what kind of behavior do you think resurrecting the dead is?"

"This is of course wrong, but people who have this idea should have many stories, right?"

The doctor and Xia De turned into the path in the cemetery:

"Just like I said just now, mortals will eventually die. Even if resurrected, it cannot change the fact that they will die one day. But the return of the dead has extended the meaning of life. Each of us has a destined death, and all we can decide is our respective processes. It's time for the psychologist's cliché again - instead of caring about the death that will eventually come, it's better to consider your current life."

Xia De nodded, the doctor was quite emotional:

"Of course, the act of resurrecting the dead itself is wrong. After all, those who have left should not come back."

The boots stepped on the fairly flat cemetery gravel path, making a very strange sound. The clattering rain indicated that this rain would probably last for a long time. Xia De hoped that the cooling down recently would not be too severe.