Durin's Diary

Chapter 123 I am trapped in the purgatory called loyalty

Du Lin's legs were shaking when he stood up from the sofa.

Everyone said that the sealed object was weird. Du Lin had no idea at first, but now when he thought about it, this dead object actually had a consciousness that seemed like that of a human. He could only say that the other world was really terrifying.

When he reached the door, Du Lin hugged his grandfather who came to greet him.

"Kid, if anyone invites you to see a sealed object you don't understand next time, remember to slap him in the face first." Old Ish said this and glared at Fisher.

The old fish lowered his head and said, "I'm really sorry for today. How about you go back and rest first, young master?"

"It's okay. Since we're here, let's get things done." Du Lin rejected Fisher's kindness because he was curious. He really wanted to know who Jack Leonard was, what was going on between him and the mentor named Jason Kane, and what the bookstore clerk named Fred Rick had to do with all this.

After hearing what Durin said, Old Ish was very happy. He thought it was good that Durin thought so, and it seemed that Durin was not hurt. He was about to leave too - after all, he had to go back to the Elf Territory to report on his position, and he had just come directly from the portal of Lübeck train station.

After bidding farewell to his grandfather, Du Lin followed Fisher to the lower level. Mrs. Salin and tutor Mason decided to go back to the academy first, because Du Lin said that the song was fine, but he had not completed the final refinement of the short film, so it would be better to let Du Lin refine it first and then submit the entire short film.

Mentor Mason was very surprised by this. "You said this effect is not the final version! Then what kind of scenery is the final version in your mind! Show me now! I want to see it! Please, Du Lin, I want to see it!!"

Then he was dragged away by Mrs. Sallin, the squirrel still clawing at the carpet with his hands, then the door frame, then the door, until the entire secret police headquarters echoed with the desperate screams of a squirrel holding on to the door knocker.

Du Lin knew that he was really anxious, but he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Before Du Lin satisfied his curiosity, he should let Mentor Mason continue to wait.

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Going down the stairs into the lower level, before entering the area where the corpses were, the holy flame used by Chang Ming had already replaced the electric lights. According to the dwarf named Big Toe, the holy flame is more effective than electrical circuits when it is haunted. Du Lin thought it was right. After all, this area is full of connected morgues of different sizes. From the smallest one that looks like it can't even fit Du Lin, to the largest one that seems to be able to accommodate a giant.

If there is really a big change, once you come out and face the Holy Flame, you will be in trouble.

Jack Leonard's body was ready, and the half-elf and Durin confirmed the issues and procedures again, and then he stood in the corner with Big Toe and Fisher.

Du Lin took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

A hooded man adjusted the morgue to a height more suitable for Dulin. Dulin saw the young man clearly. He had horns on his head and was a Cretan. There were seven bullet marks on his body, and the cause of death was a bullet hole on the right side of his head.

In order to avoid being captured alive, the young man was willing to commit suicide. Du Lin also admired his courage.

Another hooded man handed over the scroll of talking to the dead. Durin took it and tore it open. The power of the spell filled Durin's fingers. The next moment, Durin directed this power into the body of Jack Leonard on the morgue.

Who is looking for me...

This time, Jack Leonard lived up to everyone's expectations and opened his eyes, his deep voice full of doubts.

"Who are you waiting for when you die?" Du Lin asked the first question.

"Gray Robe, he is... the messenger of the noble..." The young man gave the answer.

Without turning around, Durin could hear the half-elf's pen scratching across the paper. After a few seconds, when everything was over, he asked his second question: "Who is your superior?"

"My mentor..." There was still an answer, which made Du Lin frown. At first he thought that this young man was just an errand boy, but now it seemed that this kid was trained by the postman as an apprentice - an apprentice in the tower, a mentor teaching an apprentice, as close as a father and son.

"Who does your superior often meet with?" After the half-elf finished taking notes, Durin asked the third question.

"I don't know...my mentor never told me..."

Du Lin was stunned by this answer, then nodded in agreement. He was right. This kind of work was inherently demanding, and his mentor understood the concept of single-line communication. So, the fourth question quickly came up: "Do you know the murderer who killed Robbie Irvine?"

Du Lin felt that this question was useless. After all, the young man was just an apprentice. Which apprentice would know such things?

"His name... Peck Grosh..."

This answer is impossible for Durin. Who is Pek Grosh and how do you know this assassin?

After the half-elf finished his shorthand, Durin asked one last question: "How much do you know about the final plan?"

"I don't know..." This time, Jack Leonard gave a very straightforward answer.

Du Lin nodded, turned his head to look at the three people in the corner, and saw their slightly frightened expressions.

What are you afraid of?
Du Lin was stunned at first, then he immediately reacted and took a half step back like lightning, but he was still too slow - his left wrist was grabbed by Jack Leonard.

I've already asked five questions, why hasn't this guy's soul returned to the Dead Sea yet!
Du Lin widened his eyes and looked at the young man who had sat up in front of him. The eyeballs in his eye sockets were gone, replaced by red soul fire, which was a sign of a soul out of control.

Under the influence of the holy flame, the undead should have wailed because of the burning of the holy power, but he didn't. The young man with smoke all over his body lowered his head and looked at Durin, and the whisper from the soul resounded in Durin's mind.

Fred Rick betrayed me...Warn everyone, put the advertisement in the lower left corner of the third page of the Wisdom Daily...The newsboy died because of the waiter...Promise me...

His grip was so strong that it hurt Durin's wrist. He looked to the corner and saw that Fisher had already opened the gun cabinet on the other side. The half-elf was frantically loading the shotgun in his hand. The dwarf wanted to pick up Durin's gun, but his strength was not enough to support him to lift the gun.

Didn't they hear the whispers of the spirits?

So Du Lin nodded slightly, and at the same time, the nickname "waiter" exploded in Du Lin's mind like thunder.

Winston Churchill, why are you also called a waiter!

Who is Fred Rick? Is he the bookstore clerk?

Remember your vows...

The next second, Jack Leonard loosened his grip, and then holy flames gushed out of its body, completely burning the unwilling soul and its body.

"What's going on?" The half-elf, who was halfway through loading a shotgun, looked puzzled.

"I've never seen an accident like this before." The hooded man, who had just managed to open the isolation door, lifted his hood and said, "Kid, are you okay?"

Du Lin nodded. The emblem of the god of death was engraved on the forehead of this middle-aged bald man. He should be a believer of the god of the dead.

Fisher quickly came to Dulin, picked him up and walked out the door: "I'm so sorry, kid, I will pay you a large salary."

Du Lin did not answer, but just stared blankly at the pile of ashes.

At this moment, Du Lin's heart was shaken.

Because he couldn't understand why such a young man would fight to the point of death for such an illusory belief, even if it meant the destruction of his soul.

(End of this chapter)