Outside the Market District Police Headquarters, Lumian, who had simply disguised himself with "peep glasses", boarded the carriage depicting vetivores and irises.
Two ordinary police officers in black uniforms sat side by side, with three dark urns at their feet, on which the names of the deceased were written in shimmering fluorescent ink.
When Lumian sat on the opposite side and the carriage belonging to the General Police Bureau slowly drove, the older police officer asked curiously:
"What is your relationship with them? Why did you go out of your way to give a funeral?"
He remembered that among the three dead, two had no relatives or friends, and one was very reluctant to admit that the two parties were related by blood or in-law, although there were still many non-direct relatives alive.
Lumian replied in a flat tone:
"I'm their landlord."
"Just the landlord?" The older police officer obviously didn't believe it.
"Police officer, the landlord is also a human being, and he will also have feelings!" Lumian responded funny, "I have either drunk a few times with them or chatted often, and it is not a trouble to help them deliver the ashes to the catacombs."
The younger police officer looked out the window and put on a posture of reluctance to chat, while the older police officer had a familiar temperament:
"You are really as young as you look, since you are building a hotel or apartment in the market area, you must remember that you cannot have any feelings for the tenants, otherwise you will either be deceived or sad, and if you come a few more times, you will never have enthusiasm for others again."
After Lumian perfunctory said a few words, the police officer asked:
"Flemish still has relics with us, and his relatives are unwilling to receive them, do you want to take them? If not, we will take care of it ourselves."
"When I come back from the catacombs, I'll go take a look." Lumian didn't care too much about this.
On the way from the market area to the Infernal Square in the Observatory District, the older police officer had been chatting with someone, either pulling Lumian to communicate or trying to disturb his colleagues without stopping for a moment.
Finally arrived at the destination, and after stepping out of the carriage with Ruhr's ashes, Lumian's chatter had a feeling that his ears had finally rested.
The tomb caretaker in charge of receiving them was the one Lumian had met before:
In his thirties, he is of medium build, with slightly curly brown hair, a thick beard, and slightly upturned corners of his eyes, wearing yellow trousers, a white shirt, and a blue vest.
"Kendall, why are you again?" The older police officer greeted with a smile.
Kendall held the calcium carbide lamp that had not yet been lit and responded with a smile:
"Robert, I heard that you are coming over, so I specially pushed other arrangements and waited for you here."
The tomb keeper said as he looked at Lumian and emphasized:
"You didn't forget to prepare a white candle, did you?"
"I won't forget this if I forget anything else!" Robert, who was holding the Flemish urn, took out three white candles from his pocket with a little difficulty and threw them to his colleague and Lumian respectively.
Seeing that they were ready, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around, and guided them down the 138-story stone staircase to the depths of darkness.
On the way, they passed through a heavy wooden door engraved with two sacred emblems and a quiet corridor where even the sound of breathing could be heard.
Such a dark environment was no stranger to Lumian, but the young police officer was a little nervous and held Mrs. Michelle's urn hard to seek more security.
After crossing a spacious avenue with gas street lights, a group of four arrived at the entrance of the catacombs.
The naturally formed and artificially modified boulder doorway stood quietly in the dim light, flanked by a large number of skulls, bone arms, sunflowers, and steam elemental reliefs, and behind it was a thick darkness that the light seemed to be impenetrable.
On its lintel, two inscriptions are written in the Inthys language:
"Stop!
"Ahead is the Empire of Death!"
Even though it was not the first time he had seen this scene, Lumian still felt a sense of solemnity and heaviness.
Unlike in the past, when he was more curious and confused, now he can truly feel the weight of these warnings and this environment:
There are a large number of dangers buried underground in Trier that can destroy the entire city and even the entire Intis, including but not limited to the Quaternary Trier, the "Shadow Tree" and the invisible flames, and the catacombs also located here are likely not harmless!
According to Aosta. Trul, the "secret prayer", is said that visitors entering the catacombs with lit white candles is much like a ritual seeking the protection of a hidden existence.
This kind of place is still open to the public, so Lumian has to suspect that it is a part of suppressing some danger underground, just like when a new city was built on Trier in the Quaternary Age.
Kendall turned around and said to Lumian and the others:
"You can light a candle, but you can't let it go out before you leave the catacombs.
"If you lose me, don't be nervous, look for the street sign, if you can't find the street sign, just look at the black line above your head, and you can come out by walking along it."
With the help of the calcium carbide lamp in Kendall's hand, the three of them lit white candles one after another, making them emit a yellowish light.
As the four candles jumped gently, Kendall extinguished the calcium carbide lamp and walked forward through the boulder door opening to enter the "Death Empire".
Lumian followed closely behind, holding the urn in one hand and a white candle in the other.
Suddenly, he felt a little cold.
The cold did not come from all around, but burst directly from the bottom of his heart, causing his hair to stand on end.
At the same time, Lumian's spirit instantly tensed, and he felt that there were eyes around him that were looking at him quietly.
With the candlelight in his hand, he looked to the right and saw one pit after another dug into the stone wall, each with a corpse with white bones stuffed inside.
The heads with sunken eye sockets and flesh and blood seemed to be looking at him, without any emotion.
Lumian did not lower his head, but carefully examined the bones, and found that the strange feeling of being stared at invisibly did not come from them, and did not subside.
Subconsciously, he wanted to turn on his "spiritual vision" to confirm the situation.
But now he is no longer the one he was when he first arrived in Trier, he has encountered many things and understood that many warnings were written with blood and tears by his predecessors.
Don't watch what you shouldn't see...... Since it didn't pose a danger to me, there was no need to look for the source of the anomaly...... Lumian muttered a few words silently and looked sideways at the policemen beside him.
They didn't seem to notice anything wrong, and followed the tomb keeper Kendall forward normally.
This made Lumian suspect that the experience just now was the impact of the qualitative change in his spirituality after he was promoted to "arsonist".
It's better if you don't feel it...... Lumian couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Because he was stared at one after another, dense tiny pimples were highlighted on the surface of his skin.
He looked up cautiously and saw a thick black line drawn on the top of the tomb, marked with an arrow pointing outside the doorway.
Step by step, Lumian found that the roads were full of skeletons, some of them were in pits in the stone walls, some were piled up on the side of the road, some were covered by shabby clothes, some were not only no longer able to find the burial objects, but even the skulls had grown a layer of dark green mold, and the air was filled with the smell of well-diluted decay.
The catacombs are divided into chambers, each with its own name, so that worshippers do not find the corresponding bones.
After Lumian and the others followed Kendall through the "Chapel Tomb" and the "Memorial Pillar Tomb", they saw dozens of yellowish candles in front of them.
Sometimes they gather together, like fireflies at night, sometimes like a river of dim starlight.
Lumian glanced at it casually and saw a bride wearing a white veil and a holy dress, next to her was a groom in a black tuxedo with a handkerchief and flowers in his chest pocket, surrounded by them, and thirty or forty young people, all holding lit white candles in their hands, giggling and very happy.
"What are you doing?" Lumian did not hide his doubts.
Kendall said with a "huh":
"Part of the wedding.
"Since the year before last, newlyweds have taken young guests into the catacombs and walked among the deceased, which has become a popular wedding ritual in Trier.
You Trier...... Lumian couldn't help but shake his head.
Not long after passing this group of people, the four of them arrived at their destination, the "Tomb Lamp Tomb".
In the middle of this place is a black pedestal, above which stands an obelisk painted white with the "Emblem of the Sun", at the top of which is an old, extinguished oil lamp, and the surrounding walls are covered with skeletons, urns and numerous tear bottles.
After entering here, Lumian thought of a question:
"Where are Flemish's relatives?"
He wanted Flemish to sleep next to his children, wife and parents.
After a short thought, Lumian suddenly understood why Flemand didn't write down the location of his relatives' bones clearly:
He felt guilty, he blamed himself, he wanted to stay with his relatives, but he didn't dare to get close to them, he only planned to be in the same tomb and look at them from a distance.
Unspeakable sadness poured into Lumian's heart, and he stood still for a while, choosing to respect Flemand's last wishes, finding an empty seat at will, and putting down the madman's urn.
After Robert and the others overlapped the urns of the Ruhr couple, the four of them prayed at the same time, either "praising the sun" or "steam on top".
On the way back, they met the newlyweds and the young guests attending the wedding.
As he was about to pass by, Lumian saw a pair of young people suspected of being a couple behind the team, eager to try to blow out the white candle in his hand to see what would happen.
Shout!
And they really did.
The two yellowish candles were extinguished.
At the same time, Lumian's head was in a trance.
His state instantly recovered, but the young man who was suspected of being a couple was no longer in sight.
Gone...... Lumian's pupils dilated suddenly, wanting to see the situation there clearly.
A few seconds later, he confirmed a fact:
The young man who was suspected of being a couple was really missing!
Lumian immediately set his sights on that team.
Whether it was the newlyweds and some guests walking in the front, or a few people at the back, they didn't feel that anyone was missing in the line, they were still smiling, making trouble, and moving forward.
(End of this chapter)