"Pudding Lane? What's that name?"

Shade followed the narrow alley to the intersection, read the street signs and continued walking towards the west. After a while, he found No. 8 Pudding Lane. There was a simple yard outside the low shack. At this time, the older girl in the yard

The boy was holding the boy's hand and playing, while the woman with a numb expression was in front of the basin, struggling to beat the clothes with a clothes pestle.

There are mountains of clothes piled around her, and the yard is full of washed clothes. Obviously, this is a washerwoman who washes clothes for others, and the family's income probably depends entirely on her.

The afternoon spring breeze from the Duin River blew towards the yard in the fog, causing the clothes on the clothesline to sway slightly. But this scene did not have the feeling of spring vitality at all, but instead seemed like a group of people had hung themselves here.

, letting the wind blow their corpses.

"Hello."

Although the door to the yard was open, Shade knocked on the wood instead of walking in directly:

"Does Mr. Jack Sybil live here?"

This is the name of the tomb robber:

"I have something to ask him for."

The girl, who looked no more than ten years old, took her brother's hand and hid behind the clothes rack. The woman doing the laundry looked up at Shade, and then nodded dully:

"He's here, but he can't talk to you."

"He... passed away?"

Shade asked with some regret.

"No, but he's crazy, completely crazy."

The woman said, but Shade still walked into the yard:

"It doesn't matter, it's not like the madman can't speak."

As he said that, he took out a handful of coins from his pocket. The change added up to about two pounds:

"I'm going to bother you for about half an hour."

He handed the money to the laundry woman, who wiped her wet hands on her apron and subconsciously wanted to catch it, but withdrew her hand and held up the apron instead, letting Shade put the change.

Put it on the apron.

"Sir, he is in the east room, on the bed. Please be careful, he can hurt people sometimes."

The woman said, Shade nodded, walked through the yard and walked into the house.

Although this home cannot be called a bare-bones house, the level of poverty is visible to the naked eye. The only furniture in the house, such as tables, chairs, and cupboards, are very old, and there are no decorations on the walls. Even Xia De couldn't

Find the gas lamp and the oil lamp on the table is the only lighting tool.

The person Shade was looking for was lying on the bed in the innermost room. He was a thin man, covered with a quilt, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open and trembling. His right hand was exposed from the quilt and was tied to the bed with a rope.

Head on the rusty iron railing.

Hearing Shade's footsteps, he shivered even more, but at least he didn't try to get up and attack Shade.

When he came to the bedside and looked at the man's appearance, Shade also understood why "Bad Eyes Barry" said that he would not live long. The appearance of this man at this time was similar to that of the stranger who saw him on the first day he came to this world.

Detective Pilot Hamilton looks exactly the same. This is the last struggle before death, and it also represents the irreversible end of life.

"Can you still communicate with me?"

Shade asked softly. The man with white lips was trembling, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, and said something difficult to understand from his throat.

Even if Shad is proficient in the language, he cannot fully understand its meaning, which means that it is the ravings of a meaningless madman. The few Delarian and Kasonric languages ​​that can be understood have a "return"

Meanings such as "monster", "ghost", "underwater diver" and "illegal gain".

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Shade then put a finger on the opponent's thin right wrist. The blue blood vessels on the wrist protruded, making the arm look as scary as some kind of diseased tree roots.

After waiting for a while, "she" said softly:

[The mental state is extremely poor, there are impurities in the soul, and the unknown curse has caused such a result. To put it simply, he is indeed crazy. Note that his vitality has been extremely weak, and excessive mental stimulation will cause him to die early.

.]

"I see."

So Shade first took out some holy water and fed it to the man on the bed. After helping him up and sitting up, he took out his moonstone ring. He gently kissed the ring surface and sent the hazy yellow moonlight to the other person's eyes:

"confusion!"

This is a thaumaturgy obtained from Miss Olanold when he was in the library of Gaddis. It can confuse summoned objects and make people go crazy, but it can also make madmen temporarily awake.

In the light of the yellow moon guiding the direction in the night sky, the nervous and timid eyes of the trembling man turned into a little confused. Then the confusion subsided, and the wisdom of humanity was illuminated in his eyes again.

Shadra pulled a chair with one leg missing and sat down, giving the man some time to recover before speaking:

"I came here for the things you stole on the central island of Green Lake. You know what I'm talking about. Now, please tell me what happened on the island, why your companions went crazy and died tragically, and how to lead you to the island.

Where did the man with the mysterious power from the island go?"

The man's eyes reflected his home. He opened his mouth and looked at Shade:

"Can I... have a word with my wife in a moment?"

"no."

Shade shook his head decisively. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself:

"If the information you gave me is useful, then I can give your wife a sum of money so that she can live a good life with your children. If you don't agree, I actually have a psychic soul and can ask questions.

Ability…you know what I mean.”

The man pursed his lips and nodded, knowing that the stranger sitting in front of him had no intention of negotiating terms with him:

"Although I have become like this, I don't know everything. Being the last to die is probably due to luck... What do you want to know first?"

Shade wanted to know a lot, and he knew exactly what he wanted to know most:

"Did you know that among the funerary objects you brought out from the grave of a member of the Edwards family, there were some finger bones?"

"Yes, sold to a wealthy businessman in the Randall Valley City of Kasenlik United Kingdom."

The man nodded:

"I remember very clearly that the businessman seemed even crazier than us at the time. He was mumbling that he had encountered a demon and must not look in the mirror. Those two phalanges were sold for a large sum of money. Everyone alive at that time

They all received generous rewards."

Shade frowned slightly:

"Only two?"

This number is correct. The phalanges that Shade obtained from Hela's home were just two.

"Yes, there are only two. However, there is also a similar bone product. The merchant didn't want it, so we gave it to Ferrero."

Harder Ferrero was also one of the tomb robbers, but he died six months ago. The few information about this person in "Bad Eyes Barry"'s intelligence was only the time of death and the burial place. Shade wrote down this clue.

, continued to ask:

"Since you sold two finger bones for so much money, how did you become so poor?"

Shade pointed to this house:

"It's only been two years since you landed on the island. Did you waste it too quickly? Are you playing Rhodes? Or have you encountered a scam or trap?"

The man leaning on the bed replied with a wry smile:

"Although I am a shameful grave robber, yes, I know this, but I never gamble. As for scams, I used to be a liar and a thief. I actually sent all the money back to the island."

"oh?"

Shade looked at him carefully, and the man continued:

"You also know that since our group came back from the island, everyone has gone crazy. But it's not crazy, it's... we encountered some terrible situations on the island."

He suddenly frowned, then groaned and covered his head:

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I forced myself to forget those things. The person who took us to the island also erased our related memories so that we could leave the island safely. I can no longer tell you what happened on the island.

The details are gone. I only remember the heavy fog, screams, fish-headed corpses, tentacles...oh."

His whole body started to tremble again, and Shade fed him some more holy water to stabilize his condition.

"Originally, after we left the island, our symptoms were very mild. But as everyone spent the gains, the headaches, nightmares, and the feeling of being spied on all the time became more and more intense. I thought, this is the Devil's Island

A curse for everyone. I spent the least, so I went mad the slowest. In order to survive, I was willing to give back all the money, so I died the last.”

He laughed a few times with a pale face, and told Shade the specific location where he buried those things. It was a clearing in the woods connecting the dock to Green Lake Town. He did not dare to go deep into the island himself:

"Looking at my current physical condition, I probably won't survive until the end of spring."

He was so optimistic that Shade even felt that he might not survive until the end of this month:

"So, you actually know nothing about that experience? Well, next question, how much do you know about the guy with mysterious powers who led you to the island?"

The man shook his head hard:

"Remember what I said? In order for us to leave the island alive, he erased most of everyone's memories. This also included his memories. I only remember that he summoned us in this city and
To be continued...