leading to the throne

Chapter 4 Ghosts and Walls
"Detective? You...you die with regret and become an undead?"

Ke Lin trembled all over, subconsciously took a few steps back, looked at the translucent figure exuding cold air, and wanted to ask for help, but worried that his hallucination symptoms would worsen and be regarded as mental illness, so he held back—— He thought of the scene where he saw the detective's soul at the entrance of the alley.At that time, there was a whirlpool behind him, which was chilly.

"What's wrong?" A police officer passing by heard the voice, "What did you say?"

"No! Nothing!"

Ke Lin hesitated for a moment, and did not report the situation, because the translucent figure, as if the signal was not good at the moment, became blurred, and many snowflake-like shadows appeared on the surface of the body.

"Mr. Varlin, you don't have to say it aloud." The figure said, "Just concentrate and speak in your heart, and I will hear you."

While speaking, the blurry figure became clear again, revealing the appearance of Detective Jameson, even dressed like the corpse on the ground, he said: "As you can see, I am Jameson Muller."

Colin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and unconsciously moved towards the crowded place.

"Don't be afraid, I don't pose any threat to you." The detective's soul shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his gloomy face, "Look, I'm dead, maybe I should have gone to the kingdom of the dead, but I was killed by you Cut it off."

"By me?" Colin's eyes widened and he exclaimed in his heart.

"Yes, I think this belongs to your ability, but I can feel that this ability is very imperfect, as if..." Jameson's soul thought for a while, and gave a metaphor, "Localization is not Books in foreign languages? The translations are a bit rough, um, there are many loopholes, so some information will be leaked, and I have gained a lot.”

"The localization is not done well?" Ke Lin's heart tightened, thinking of his own background, he is an outsider with good roots, "So, what else do you find?"

"Compared to this, I think you should care more about why I appear." The ghost shrugged.

Nodding helplessly, Colin asked, "What do you want to do? To avenge yourself? You just mentioned the murderer's modus operandi." His expression was very stiff.

"Yes. As the deceased, I think that I have a great say in the real murderer. This is not the guy who likes to cut people's wrists. It is also good for you to figure this out, at least it can reduce some suspicions." Semi The transparent police detective stood beside Colin, looking at his body, with a sad expression, "I still have a lot of things to do, I didn't expect to die like this. Oh, my poor Petty, what should she do in the future Woolen cloth?"

Then, he noticed Colin's expression.

"Mr. Varlin, you must control your expression. No matter how corrupt the police in Bolsenburg are, you still have basic skills. If they find out your specialness, you will be in trouble later. You know, no one but you can see me."

Ke Lin slowly calmed down. After all, he is a man who has experienced time travel. Now he just encountered a ghost, which is nothing at all... I guess.

"This world is really deep."

After calming down, he asked in a low voice, "Officer, are you going to be my constant companion from now on and become my portable grandfather?" He couldn't help but wonder, would there be a crowd of onlookers for whatever he did in the future?What about when you go to the bathroom?What about when doing other things?this……

"I'm disappointed," said Jameson's ghost, "I'll probably only be around for a few days, maybe a week, maybe less."

Collins asked, "How do you know?"

"After I died, I was attracted by a great force to go somewhere, but as soon as my consciousness rose, I was pulled by another force." He looked at Colin, who rubbed the center of his brows.

"The power that holds me, how should I put it, I feel that it is weakening, as if I am being repelled and suppressed by something, which is why I think your ability is not perfect. At the current speed, it will take about another week. There is no force that can restrain me."

"Where are you going?" Colin became more and more curious.

The ghost shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't know, maybe it's the underworld? After all, what I believe in is the home of the dead and the Lord of Silence."

"The underworld? Isn't it hell or heaven?" Colin felt relieved a little. He adapted very quickly. He noticed that in the Clovis language, there are indeed "heaven", "hell" and "underworld". words.

"Heaven? That's what the Christians say," the ghost shook his head. "Okay, the most urgent thing now is to let them know that the murderer this time is not the original one. The real murderer can't be allowed to go unpunished, and my death will be too much." Sad."

"Even if you say that, it's impossible for me to run over and tell them that the murderer is someone else. Without evidence, I can't convince anyone." Colin said in his heart.

The ghost said: "It's very simple, my body has enough answers."

"I'm not you, officer, I don't know how to do criminal investigation." Colin shook his head.

"But you own my soul." The voice of the ghost gradually lowered, "For you who own the ownership of my soul, you can drive me away at any time if you want. I say this to tell you that you have no right to the soul. The control is beyond my imagination! Now, feel carefully, imagine your consciousness, go deep into the depths of your heart, come and have a try, anyway, you have nothing else to do, don’t you?”

Colin was full of doubts, but the police detective's voice seemed to have a magical power, so he couldn't help but follow suit, his consciousness sank, and finally he closed his eyes altogether.

In a trance, his consciousness seemed to have a form and came to the depths of his heart, but there was nothing here—his consciousness seemed to have crossed a bridge, passed a pass, and arrived at a dark mountain range. In the depths, five yellow clouds rose, occupying the five directions of the southeast, northwest, and center, each supporting a cage.

In the southern cage is a statue the color of black iron.

Whose statue is it?
With the thought together, Colin's consciousness instantly reached the statue.The face of the statue is so lifelike that it is Detective Jameson Mueller!

He could feel that there was a connection between himself and this statue, and that just one thought could destroy the statue, and the soul that relied on the statue and remained in the world would be annihilated.

Soul Statue!

Immediately afterwards, consciousness touched the statue!
In an instant, countless flashes of light came towards us, accompanied by endless whispers, howls, and noises, like a noisy dream, turbulent and terrifying, complicated and chaotic, they swarmed involuntarily, and all of them flooded into Colin's mind!
"Ah!" He growled and covered his head.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" The senior detective heard the voice and approached.

"No, it's nothing, I... the area where I live used to be a factory, and I've lived there for a long time, so I'm not in good health." Colin suppressed his discomfort and made up an excuse on the spot.

"That's really unfortunate. I heard that there will be many sequelae." The policeman showed a caring expression and patted Colin on the shoulder.

Ke Lin's mouth twitched, thanked him, and waited for the person to leave before he whispered: "What happened just now? That statue?"

"This is your ability, I can't tell you too much, but because of the imperfection of the ability, some information has indeed been revealed to me," the ghost said, "As far as the current situation is concerned, you can absorb the souls of people who have just died, and exhibits two usages."

"There are supernatural powers in this world?!" Colin was surprised, but not surprised. After all, he just crossed over. It was time to complete the settings, so he was naturally thirsty for knowledge. "You said there are two uses? But I only saw Your statue, and then... there are countless video clips, very messy, very complicated, like a nightmare..."

"That's the first kind, which I call 'backtracking,' peeking into the memory of a soul you've captured. But mind you, not all of the memory, but a few deep fragments, maybe two, maybe four, I'm not sure about the exact number." Jameson changed the topic, "How about making a promise? In the next few days, I will tell you some useful knowledge, so that you don't want to peep at my memory at will, even after my soul leaves. , and you don’t want to read it casually, unless necessary.”

Ke Lin couldn't help but said: "You call those memories? It's messy like a paste, like countless lunatics howling! All the pictures are broken, and they come all at once. How can you peep?"

The detective's soul smiled and said, "That's even better, we'll just make a deal."

"Okay." Colin nodded, "What about the second one?"

"The second one should be called, um, how about 'echo'? It's just right, let you experience it for yourself," Jameson pointed to the surrounding police officers, "so as to tell them that the murderer is someone else .”

"How to do?"

Jameson said: "Look carefully, and then touch the depths of my soul with consciousness..."

"Look carefully? Go deep into the soul?" Colin was stunned for a while, and then a flash of inspiration flashed, and a ray of consciousness penetrated into the soul, touched the statue in the cage again, and then went deep into it!

There was a blue-gray gleam in his brown eyes.

In the next second, a high white wall appeared in consciousness!
The wall was glowing faintly, and two huge cracks were engraved on the wall, as if being scratched by huge claws, one was showing a strange milky white color, and the other was a deep black.

"what is this?"

"The wall of spirituality."

The ghost's words resounded faintly.

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