Raindrops hit the stained glass of the chapel. Amid the pattering rain, the two people, who were half a century apart in age, continued their conversation.

Xia De considered the direction of the topic, and said:

"Speaking of it, I'm curious why Mr. Watson was not buried with the rest of the Watson family, but you..."

Xia De paused just right.

"When he wanted to marry me, he was opposed by the whole family. When we got married, the old Earl Watson said that after my husband died, I would never enter the Watson family cemetery. In the summer of that year, the weather and It's just as hot this year, he's the count's son, and I'm just a girl from the Tobesk slums. It's been so many years..."

The old woman's eyes widened, and her eye sockets were a little moist. The ghost, Mr. Watson, had no expression on his face. Xia De didn't know if it was the lack of emotion caused by the lack of soul, or if he deliberately didn't show it.

The love story nearly half a century ago, between young men and women, was probably more thrilling than the subsequent murder case. But no matter what, no matter how sweet the love is, it will eventually deteriorate with time. Some people may be able to maintain love, but the old man in front of him cannot.

There are really too many stories in this strange world. What I saw this afternoon is just a glimpse into the corner of the world for outsiders. He can't witness all the stories, and he can't comment on this love. This is someone else's story.

"Do you dream of him?"

The stranger asked softly, and the old man who was caught up in memories and past events nodded lightly:

"I dreamed countless times, dreamed that we met on the street in summer, dreamed of that decent wedding, dreamed that he took his savings to work hard with me to open a factory, dreamed...that rainy night .”

Shad, the ghost Mr. Mason and the ghost Mr. Watson all looked at the old man, she stopped talking, so the two ghosts looked at Shad again, and Shad said softly:

"Sorry, that rainy night?"

His voice was really soft, and he tilted his ears slightly to show that he was listening carefully. His eyes looked at the cloudy eyes of the old woman, and he believed that Mrs. Watson could see her own old face in his eyes. (Note)

This is actually a hypnotic technique. When Xia De got Dr. Schneider's notebook for the first time, he saw similar content. The doctor seemed to be very good at it.

Ring Warlock's mental power is extremely powerful, although Xia De is only a ring, the so-called hypnosis is more like spiritual induction. But now he is talking to an old man who is frail and has a lot of mental ups and downs, so this speaking technique is very useful.

"Yeah, that rainy night, those drinks, that quarrel..."

She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

Although the murder was not mentioned, it was enough to prove that she hadn't forgotten what happened that night.

Even Xia De, who is an outsider, feels melancholy about the love-hate relationship that has spanned more than thirty years. So he turned his head to look at the two ghosts again. Mr. Mason, the ghost, closed his eyes like his sister and kept shaking his head. Mr. Watson, the ghost, looked at his wife who killed him, with a gentle smile on his face:

"For more than 30 years, she has kept this matter in her heart and lived in that house all the time. She must be very sad. She is also old and knows that she will not live for a few years, so she is finally able to get me out of the basement. It was a relief for me, and it was a relief for her, too."

Mrs. Watson couldn't hear this sentence, but Shad, an outsider, could hear it.

But in Xia De's view, none of these three people can be freed. Mr. Watson was cheated and killed in marriage. Most unacceptable.

Thinking of this, Xia De glanced at the church where they were. If Mr. Mason dared to become an evil spirit here because of his emotional ups and downs, even without Shade's action, it would naturally learn what the power of a righteous **** is.

But fortunately, this soul that loved the old man in front of him deeply did not change in the end. It opened its eyes and looked at its sister, stared at it for a few seconds, then shook its head and turned towards the door of the church.

Xia De sighed and stood up:

"Then I take my leave for the time being, Mrs. Watson. I remember nothing of this conversation."

The old woman with closed eyes and tears ignored him, and Shade didn't look at her again. Instead, he put his hands in his pockets and walked to the church door with Mr. Watson's ghost, chasing Mr. Mason's ghost.

Mrs. Watson's servant also prepared an umbrella for Shad, and asked him if he wanted to go back to town with them. But Xia De rejected the offer, held an umbrella, and walked into the rain in the cemetery with the two ghosts.

The winding stone road lies between the tombs on the ground like a flowing stream. The ghosts of Mr. Watson and Mr. Mason grew fainter, and they were almost gone.

"What do you think now?"

Xia De asked curiously. To him, this was just someone else's story, but to the two ghosts, this was their life.

Walking along the stone road to Park No. 3, there was no one in the cemetery in rainy weather, but Xia De really liked the sound of the rain.

"She loved me all her life, I think, even now, she still loves me. I don't care that she killed me. Killing me is actually hurting her. I hurt her life, really life."

"When I was alive, I also thought about whether Sister Greta really forgot what happened that night, whether she really saw me go to jail for her. After I knew the answer after I died, I regretted that I appeared today Here. It would be great if I didn't show up."

Obviously the three of them were walking together, but only the sound of Xia De's footsteps appeared, and only Xia De's shadow swayed on the ground. The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, shaking the leaves on the big tree nearby. Turning left on the path ahead, the cemetery keeper and his apprentice hurried over, greeted Xia De, and then ran towards the church.

"Are you leaving?"

Shad stopped to look at them and asked in the rain. He just witnessed this story. Although he is melancholy, he will not judge whether it is right or wrong.

"Yes, that's all."

Mr. Watson said that the three of them stood on the path among the cemeteries and watched the rain in the cemetery together. After a while, Mr. Mason asked softly:

"Sir, thank you for everything you have done for us. Please allow me to greedily make one last request—I want to play a Rhodes card game with him."

It seems that after the conversation between Shad and Mrs. Watson, both souls became more alive. Mr. Watson looked at his companion in surprise. Shad frowned and asked:

"Why?"

"We have loved a woman deeply all our lives, and because of this woman, we got together here after death. But I think this should be the end of the story. When we were young, we often played cards together. At this end, I want to end the story with the final match."

Mr. Mason said, and Mr. Watson stopped talking, and looked at Shad together with him.

Xia De thought for a while, then nodded:

"Yes, I only have one deck of cards, and there are six cards with special rules in the deck. I will draw cards for you, and I will witness for you. The outcome will be determined in one round."

"Thank you, sir."

So they turned away from the cemetery path together, and came under the big leafy trees, where the ground was still dry in one area.

Shad took out his Rhodes card and replaced the [Carson Rick Folklore·Moon Dance Festival] he just got into the deck. The ghosts of Mr. Mason and Mr. Watson stood on both sides of Shad.

With the sound of rain, Xia De temporarily put the umbrella on the ground, holding the deck of cards in one hand, and with the other hand, he drew out the first card and showed it to Mr. Mason, and then drew out the second card to show it to Mr. Watson.

"continue."

"me too."

they said.

The second card for each person is the face card, Mr. Mason's moon 7, and Mr. Watson's flower 12.

"continue."

Mr. Mason said, and Mr. Watson considered:

"I'll continue too."

The third card is still a clear card. Mr. Mason is Sun 10, that is, [Original Steam Engine Mark Nine], but he failed to trigger the special rule that all cards held are of the sun suit.

The card Mr Watson sees is the 5 of the Moon:

"I lost, it's 24 o'clock."

He looked at the cards in Xia De's hand, and shook his head regretfully amidst the sound of rain.

But Mr. Mason followed suit and shook his head:

"Sir, continue to deal the cards to me."

"Your points are 18, you have won."

Xia De reminded, but Mr. Mason continued to shake his head, the ghost's face was dark:

"At that time, I voluntarily gave up my original life for what I thought was the best ending. Now that the story is really at the end, I want to know what would have happened if I hadn't given up at that time."

The ghost of the busted Mr. Watson didn't speak, Shade shook his head, and drew the next card, [Carson Rick Southern Folklore·Moon Dance Festival], Sun 4 in suit.

18+4=22 points, I took a look at the bottom card of the deck, it was not the moon suit. Therefore, because the suit of the moon in Mr. Mason's card is only the moon 7, it does not exceed 7 points. According to special rules, the sum of his points is adjusted to 1.

Mr. Mason won, even though he already won.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

Looking at the Moon Dance Festival that originally belonged to him in Xia De's hand, Mr. Watson's ghost asked his companion inquiringly.

Mr. Mason shook his head slightly, and also looked at Mr. Watson:

"I think it doesn't matter anymore."

The bodies of the ghosts quickly lost their color, and the cold feeling from them also dissipated.

Under this big tree, in this rain, they waved to Shad together:

"Thank you, Mr. Hamilton, and I wish you a safe life."

"Thank you, thank you for everything in the end, I hope you can always draw the cards you want."

Xia De blinked, and they disappeared quietly.

The wind is still blowing, and the rain is still falling. Xia De held the cards in his hand and quietly looked at the rain in the cemetery. For a long time, he didn't speak:

"This story... tell Miss Louisa, and let her judge."

[Maybe you should look down. 】

So he looked down at the card deck, and the [Carson Rico Folklore·Moon Dance Festival] card emitted a faint white light, and then gradually fell silent.

"What's this?"

[You can understand that this is a gift from two ghosts. Because they are too weak, they are useless, when you add this card to the deck, you can draw this card on the top whenever you want, only this card. The duration is only about one year, after all they are too weak. 】

Xia De stared blankly at the cards in his hand:

"Not ring warlocks, they also have special powers?"

[There must be special reasons for the soul to remain in the world after death. As for strength, did you not say so yourself? This is a mortal idea capable of affecting the real world. 】

Xia De didn't know what to say, stood under the tree and shuffled his hands, raised his head and looked at the rain that didn't seem to stop. After a while, he stopped shuffling the cards, held the cards in his right hand, and placed his left hand on the first card:

"I want the Moon Dance Festival."

He strengthened this wish in his heart~lightnovelpub.net~ and then turned over the first card—

There are three full moons directly above the card, and people are posing around the bonfire on the grass under the moon in various strange movements.

[Carson Rick Southern Folklore·Moon Dance Festival], colorful sun 4.

Shaking his head, he put the cards back into his pocket, bent down to pick up the umbrella, and returned to the path.

He didn't look back, his back was getting further and further away in the rain.

In this world, Xia De has not encountered anything like those two ghosts that he would regret before dying. Likewise, he didn't expect to have any in the future. Tomorrow night's ruins, he was destined to go, he didn't want to regret his retreat after death.

"Other people's stories are over."

[Outlander, your story is still very long. 】

The pattering rain fell from the sky, fell on the leaves, splashed on the green grass on the ground, and then slid along the leaves to the land. In the distance, Xia De's distant figure blurred until it disappeared completely.