Chapter 55 Cemetery and Hospital
After taking the steam subway to the south bank of the Tussock River, Klein hired a rented carriage and went to the Auston Cemetery on the outskirts of the southern district, which was managed by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
In the darkness of the evening, the trees around the cemetery stretched out their teeth and claws, blocking the light, like monsters lurking in the night.
After accepting the 4 soli fee paid by Klein, the coachman glanced at the cemetery and asked mutteringly:
"Do I need to wait for you here?"
"No, there's no need. I'm here to visit a friend." Klein casually gave a reason, and immediately noticed the driver's expression suddenly changed.
Here is the cemetery... Visiting a friend... It's getting dark... The coachman heard his own heart beating.
Only then did Klein come back to his senses, and added with a smile:
"He's the gravekeeper here."
The coachman breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly drove the horses and left quickly.
Klein circled the cemetery more than half a circle until night fell.
After dark, the emission of smoke and dust has decreased a lot, coupled with the bitter cold wind, the fog in the air has thinned a lot. Although there are still few stars to be seen, the crimson moon is faintly peeking out, covering the veil Like radiance covering the ground.
Klein tapped four times clockwise on his chest to draw the crimson moon. Then he put on his gloves, pushed and pressed, and climbed over the iron fence and entered the cemetery.
He looked around on high alert, randomly found a secluded corner, took out Azik's copper whistle, and held it in his hand.
Not far in front of him, there is a tombstone. The photo on it is already dirty, and the epitaph is also very blurred under the moonlight. Klein carefully identified it for a few seconds before he figured out what it was written on:
"Friends passing by, please give me a hand, thank you!"
Very humorous gentleman... just you! Klein stopped in his tracks, leaning against the nearby trees that shielded the tomb from sunlight and rain, and waited patiently in the cold night.
He tossed Azik's copper whistle high, caught it firmly, threw it high again, caught it again, and just passed the time until twenty minutes later.
There is no sign of corpse change... Klein snapped his pocket watch shut,
I looked around and confirmed the result.
"Come back here in two days to see if there are any additional changes. If there are no additional changes, it means that Mr. Azik's copper whistle cannot affect the corpses that have accepted the priests' requiem ceremony." Klein silently muttered to himself. The ancient and delicate copper whistle was put back in his pocket.
In the Loen Kingdom, burials are generally divided into three types. The first type has a coffin and a corpse, which is suitable for the middle and upper classes who live a relatively affluent life. The second type does not have a corpse, and they are directly cremated and buried in an urn, which can pay for the cremation fee. But the choice of the lower middle class and skilled workers who feel that coffins are too wasteful, but sometimes, there are religious and government factors, such as believers in the eternal blazing sun, most of them are cremated, such as poor people who receive government assistance, all cremation, only charge Small fee.
The third type belongs only to the poor, who can’t afford a coffin and don’t want to be cremated, so they wrap it in whatever they want for burial.
And Klein has just judged from the shape of the tombstone and the tomb that the subjects of his experiment are those with coffins and corpses.
If Azik’s copper whistle can really turn the opponent’s corpse into a dead body, even if the target may have rotted into bones early, there will be no reaction. Even if the coffin lid covered with thick soil and stone slabs cannot be lifted, it can at least make a dull sound .
Stepping forward and walking towards the fence, Klein suddenly thought of an imprecise point in the experiment just now:
"Well, it has to be classified. This is a corpse that has been buried for a long time, and we need to find a target that has just been buried."
"Only in this way can we make the most accurate judgment."
Afterwards, Klein and the cemetery guarded the secret treasure and found a tomb that had completed the burial ceremony only during the day.
This time, he waited for half an hour, but still did not find anything unusual.
"Phew, it can basically be judged that Mr. Azik's copper whistle cannot affect the corpses that have undergone the requiem ceremony. Messenger, affecting the corpse is a negative effect!" Klein tightened his double-breasted dress and walked towards the iron fence.
He planned to go home and change his clothes for the second set of experiments.
The second group targeted the recently deceased corpses that had not received a funeral service.
Such targets often exist in hospital morgues!
After climbing out of the fence, Klein returned step by step towards the southern area in the desolate and deep night. The surrounding was dead silent and peaceful, only the evergreen trees covered in dust swayed gently.
This reminded him of the night when he came back from the dead, when he was also walking from the cemetery to the city.
Hey... Klein sighed, and suddenly started running, as if he wanted to shake off that melancholy far away.
Half an hour later, he hired a horse-drawn carriage in the South District, and his destination was the nearest steam subway station.
There is still about an hour before the steam subway will be out of service, which will save him a lot of money.
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In the early hours of the morning, Klein changed into a gray-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, and came to St. Estin's Hospital in the Backlund Bridge area without getting far.
This is a charity hospital belonging to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
Many low-level poor people died here due to illness, and there was no place to put their bodies at home, so they had to be stored in the morgue of the hospital, waiting for the government to be cremated or donated to the medical school. This phenomenon is especially common in summer. Not much in winter.
However, in an era without air-conditioning and low-temperature devices, the mortuary of the hospital will not let the corpses be kept for too long. Those who are willing to donate should be embalmed as soon as possible, and a batch will be cleaned up the next day if they are to be buried. Of course, this is summer. The rules are relatively loose in autumn and winter, so during this period of time, there are still many corpses in the morgue every night.
The morgue of St. Estin's Hospital is on the basement floor. Even in summer, it is quite cool here, and it is even more chilly in autumn and winter.
Based on the knowledge he learned in the Nighthawks team, relying on the clown's flexibility and balance, Klein sneaked in skillfully, avoided the doctors and nurses on duty, and entered the basement floor.
Before he got close to the morgue, he felt that the surrounding area was chilly and gloomy.
Quickly flashing past the janitor's room, Klein took out a wire and lightly unlocked the door of the morgue.
This is one of the tricks of sneaking and tracking!
He slowly and silently pushed open the door of the morgue with his right palm wearing a black glove. At the same time, he spread his spirituality and wrapped Azik's copper whistle, wanting to confirm whether this method could eliminate the negative effects.
The temperature in the morgue seems to be lower than that in the corridor. Most of the dead here are packed in body bags and placed in different iron cabinets around. Only a few are placed on the long table in the central open space, as if waiting for inspection .
As the "clown" of Sequence 8, Klein didn't have much fear of this kind of scene, he just felt uncomfortable instinctively.
He remained cautious, carefully closed the door, and circled around the long tables.
After more than ten minutes, Klein breathed out a cold breath, confirming that the corpse hadn't changed.
It's almost there... He took out his gold pocket watch, opened it and glanced at it.
After getting ready, Klein withdrew his spirituality and no longer wrapped Azik's copper whistle with it.
He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but somehow he felt that the surroundings had become more silent.
As a fortune teller, he fully believed in self-consciousness, stopped walking back and forth, and stepped back near the gate.
Time passed by, and Klein thought it was about two minutes.
At this moment, a corpse on the long table suddenly sat up!
boom! boom! boom!
Immediately there were dense slapping sounds from the surrounding iron cabinets, as if something was about to hatch!
boom! boom! boom! Hearing this movement, Klein looked at the corpses sitting up, and suddenly said in a low voice:
"Crimson!"
Immediately afterwards, he poured spirituality into the "Requiem Charm" and threw it out.
The ice-blue flames burned quietly, and the peaceful and soft black diffused, and the corpses lay down again, and the slapping sound from the iron cabinet stopped abruptly.
Klein, who had experienced similar scenes, did not relax, and used a "Requiem Charm" again.
Due to the large number of corpses here, he used the third one just to be on the safe side, using up all his stock.
"That's right... Sure enough, it only affects corpses that have not received the requiem ceremony and has just died, including living corpses. Using spiritual cover can shield this effect." Klein thought with a smile on his face.
Seeing that there was no abnormal reaction from the corpse, he was about to open the door and leave.
At this time, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside, and saw a faint light seep into it.
Attracted by the slapping sound in the morgue, the old man at the gate came closer with a lantern in hand!
Klein looked around, pressed the door with his hand, jumped and climbed nimbly, and stayed at the space between the door and the ceiling.
Fingers picking at the bumps and crevices, he maintained a very good balance.
Squeak!
The old gatekeeper opened the gate with a key and entered the morgue.
He took a few steps forward, raised the lantern, looked at the iron cabinet and the long table, and looked at the corpses one by one.
And behind him, Klein jumped down lightly and landed silently.
Seizing the opportunity, Klein quickly escaped from the morgue, first using the janitor's small room to hide for a few seconds, and then cautiously returned to the upper floor.
The old man at the gate checked and found nothing abnormal. He muttered a little afraid of the corpse, left quickly, locked the gate, and did not stay any longer.
Back in the guard room, he wrapped himself in a thin quilt, and it took him several minutes to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He laughed at himself in a low voice:
"Those old guys always told me about the abnormalities that happened in the morgue, trying to scare me. The strange sound just now should be counted. It's nothing. Those corpses didn't come back to life!"
"Hey, how can there be such things as living corpses and resentful souls!"
At the same time, Klein was walking comfortably on the quiet and deep street, happy to solve a hidden danger.
He looked at the elegant gas street lamps on both sides, looking forward to the Extraordinary party in the future.
As long as he can get a weapon with special effects, he can get one of the main materials of "magician"!
Hmm... Although I don't have any money at the moment, I still have a lot of assets that can be exchanged, for example, the formula of the "Mind Reader" potion, such as the formulas of "Singer" and "Prayer for Light", and I " The digestion progress of the "Joker" potion, due to the continuous events and comprehending the essence of the performance, is much faster than expected, and it is close to completion... On the streets of Backlund in the night, Klein was wandering his thoughts.