The Whispering Verses Chapter 299: Heritage

The end of the exam has slowed down the stressful life a little, but the next 15 practical credits and the Feast of Holy Prayer will almost fill up the schedule for next week.

Xia De had no time to give himself more opportunities to relax.

Early on Sunday morning, after breakfast, Shade went out. After a whole week of delay, Mrs. Flamel's acceptance of the inheritance was finally possible.

This middle-aged woman, who is not very courageous, listened to the horrifying rumors from her neighbors. After the martial law ended in the city last Friday, she took her children to live in the countryside temporarily.

Seeing that nothing else happened in the city of Tobesk, Mrs. Le Maire finally returned to the city, and according to the original plan, she accepted the inheritance of the deceased crew member on Sunday morning at her own place. Home.

Mrs. Le Maire had an unfortunate marriage. Her husband left early and she raised her two children alone. A family of three lived in a narrow rental apartment in the north of the city. After Shade jumped out of the taxi and found Silver Gray Lane based on the house number, he was shocked by the dirty and messy living environment here.

This is a slum in the standard sense, and it is the living scene of the lowest level citizens in this era. For foreigners from other places, their impression of the slums of the backward era only comes from their own imagination. In the past, they only took a look or two when passing by the neighborhood. Now that I have walked here in a real sense, I realize that everything is worse than I thought.

Even though it hasn't rained recently, the ground is still muddy. Taking a deep breath, the muddy ground was sprinkled with a strange-smelling liquid, which mixed with the smell of the narrow and rugged alley itself, making people nauseous. The damp, dark and even weird alley is different from the city streets. Even the police officers patrolling Ridwich Field will not easily enter it.

Compared with this prosperous and crazy era, the Tobesk ghetto seems to be an anomaly zone that has been delayed for three hundred years. Last night at the Queen Maria Opera House, Shade had seen the best of this era, and now he also saw the worst of it.

"Maybe it's not the worst here, I just can't see the places far away from the city. What is the soft thing I just stepped on"

He was glad he chose to wear boots today.

Mrs. Flamel lived in an attic at 6 Silver Lane, sharing the kitchen and bathroom with people in the same building. After knocking on the greasy door downstairs, the person who opened the door was a fat woman wearing a hair condom.

After explaining his purpose and being allowed to enter, Shade stepped onto the narrow stairs. At the corner of the stairs, he had to wait sideways to avoid a young man wearing patched clothes holding a pile of books.

The first floor is where the landlord and his family live. The dark and damp second and third floors are divided into more than ten areas for rent to different poor families. A huge gas meter hangs at the dark stairwell, and rusty gas pipes as thick as a wrist climb the moldy walls leading to every house on the floor.

Every time this old-fashioned gas meter jumps, it will make an unusually clear clicking sound. Although he knows that this kind of second-hand goods that should have been eliminated long ago are still being used, and there is a high probability that the landlord does not have the money to replace them with new ones, Shade still believes that the clicking sound of the old gas meter is also the landlord's way of warning the poor people living here. , every time they use gas, it means pennies slipping from their hands.

The musty smell in the air was mixed with a variety of strange smells, and there was a creaking sound every time you stepped on the stairs.

Even if it was only Shade's first time here, he was very sure that this kind of place must be a place where diseases and parasites are highly prevalent. Not to mention humans, even animals that are accustomed to living in the wild will find it difficult to survive for too long if they stay in a similar environment for a long time.

The simple stairs at the end of the corridor on the third floor led to the attic. After Shade knocked on the door, the person who opened the door was indeed a middle-aged woman whom he had not seen for more than a week. Seeing that the detective arrived at the agreed time, she smiled and let Shade in.

Xia Deming came ten minutes early tomorrow morning, but he didn't expect that lawyer Locke Laurel came even earlier than him.

"It's you!"

The lawyer stood up to say hello, and then immediately recognized the young man with whom he had played Rhodes. Surprised, he immediately thought of his abnormal behavior that day:

"Wait a minute, you approached me that day, weren't you here to investigate me?"

"I have the right to maintain the confidentiality of my client."

Xia De said with a smile, then walked forward and shook hands with the lawyer:

"But this time, I am really here to help Mrs. Flamel accept the inheritance."

"I know and I also know that you made more money on this trip than I did. Is the income of a detective always so impressive?"

The two shook their arms gently, and Lawyer Laurel did not mention the money he lost to Shade last time.

With work in hand, Mr. Locke Laurel today is very different from the image he had in the pub that morning. At least, he didn't propose to play another game with Shade after work.

The living conditions of all the residents nearby are similar. Mrs. Le Maire's house, where the family is crowded in the attic, is also shabby. Even because the ceiling of the attic is low, Shade subconsciously lowered his head when he entered the door, and then I realized that I had to be at least as tall as a little Mia before my head would be touched by the ceiling.

The children were not at home now, and Mrs. Flamel served the detective and the lawyer with clean tea cups.

The three people sat down at the dining table with old newspapers padding the table legs. The three chairs were of different styles. There was reason to believe that they were all second-hand goods.

The house was kept very clean. Maybe the family's life was in embarrassment, but this middle-aged woman maintained an optimistic attitude. Sunlight shines in from the attic window, and the stains on the floor that cannot be removed all year round are effectively covered by the furniture. The attic is not divided into rooms. There is a dining table at the door, and then there are two mattresses placed directly on the ground.

The family needs money. Although this idea is a bit cruel, the crew member who died because of provoking the mermaid statue died at the right time.

Everything on the dinner table has been taken away. Although there is still a pungent rancid smell, at least it looks tidy. The lawyer took out the brown paper document bag from his briefcase and took out the documents inside solemnly. He handed it to Mrs. Flamel first, and then Mrs. Flamel handed it to Shade.

She didn't know much about literacy, so the advertisement for Hamilton Detective Agency was read to her by a neighbor.

The document was the text of the will, handwritten in blue ink, and signed a year ago. Sailors who often go to sea have long thought that sooner or later, they will encounter an accident.

"If there is nothing wrong with the will, we will start transferring the inheritance now."

Lawyer Laurel said that Shade asked him to wait a moment, and then read it carefully:

"No problem."

Mrs. Flamel was satisfied with the detective's seriousness.

"The inheritance is divided into three parts, the first is the cash part. Mr. Jonathan Le Maire stored 53 pounds 4 shillings in cash with a friend. Because inheritance tax is involved in notarization of the estate, you can get 49 pounds 16 shillings and 7 pence."

The lawyer pushed the envelope containing the money and the tax return form to the middle-aged woman on the other side of the table. She took the envelope at a loss and counted the banknotes inside, while Shade took the tax form and read it.

If the inheritance is only transferred privately, then of course it does not involve tax filing, but this kind of inheritance that is notarized by the city hall must file taxes. It's not the war years anymore, so the tax rate is not very high. The inheritance tax of about 5% is actually mainly due to the transfer of property to another place.

"No problem."

Xia De whispered to his employer, who nodded nervously. The banknotes in front of him had been sorted and stacked according to their face value, and it was indeed that number.

"The second part of the inheritance is the personal collection of Mr. Jonathan Le Maire, which mainly consists of some souvenirs from the New World and items obtained during sea voyages. The value of these items is difficult to estimate, because Some of them are not valuable, so there is no tax issue involved. In addition, Mr. Le Maire did not leave a manifest to record what he had. These were all given to me directly by his friends, so I cannot guarantee that everything is here. ”

The lawyer said, bending down and carrying a black suitcase at his feet to the table. After clicking the lock several times, he opened the lid of the box and pushed it to Mrs. Flamel with great effort. There are red ink marks on the suitcase, but the things inside are put together casually and not neatly arranged:

"By the way, this box is also a relic, not provided by me."

The lawyer added, presumably thinking that the box itself might be worth more than the contents inside.

The crew's collection is very rich, including dark minerals, fish specimens, colorful masks with weird smiles, badges with no apparent origin, anchor-shaped pendants, wooden toys, etc., etc., it seems They are all miscellaneous, but if they are travel souvenirs, people will accept them.

Shad was originally worried that there would be something dangerous in the relics. He was even worried that the mermaid statue belonging to the crew had also been sent to Tobesk. But until the box appeared in front of him, he didn't feel any whispering elements.

After getting Mrs. Flamel's permission, I took out the items in the box and checked them one by one. When I touched them with my hands, the voice in my head didn't give any hints.

"Sure enough, it's so easy to encounter [relics]."

The combination of the keywords "a sailor's legacy whose distant relative died in a shipwreck" looked like the beginning of a classic horror novel, but at least everything seemed normal this time, so Shade motioned to the lawyer to read it out The final part of the legacy.

"The third part of the inheritance is the personal belongings belonging to Jonathan Le Maire. He went to sea all year round and left some personal belongings with his friends, roughly diaries, clothes and some books. These relics also do not need to be listed. tax, but again there is no list.”

He struggled to carry the last suitcase to the table, opened it and pushed it to Mrs. Flamel.