Shipwreck Leaving the dim and quiet Detective Agency, the bluestone-paved street, bustling with passersby, dispelled the hint of oppression within my heart.
Although the sky was still shrouded in a fog that seemed impossible to disperse.
Lu Li donned his top hat, his dark eyes beneath the shadow devoid of emotion, calmly sweeping over both sides of the street.
No eye-catching, orange-painted carriages were seen on this street.
Discarding the thought of taking a carriage back, Lu Li discerned the direction from which he came, pressed down on his hat, and strode off, becoming one among the crowd.
Most men wore a black vest over their shirts, with outfits primarily in shades of black and gray.
Some, to emphasize their status and wealth, wore leather shoes and carried walking sticks.
The suspender pants often seen on Sailor Street were nearly absent here—clothing too was class-divided; only workers and laborers would wear the easy-to-clean and hard-to-shed suspender pants.
Women were dressed in brightly colored lace dresses.
The length of the dress hems covered almost the entire foot, with layer upon layer of ruffles giving the dress a puffy look.
As the counterpart to men’s leather shoes and walking sticks, they covered themselves with lace veils, donned exaggerated wide-brimmed hats festooned with feathers that made the street crowded, and sprayed expensive perfumes on themselves.
Most of the passing carriages were enclosed, and occasionally, a strangely shaped automobile steamed by on the street.
The houses on the street stood two to three stories tall, painted in bright and deep colors, mostly with pointed or dome-shaped roofs.
Everything carried with it a distinctive Victorian aesthetic—
Not far off, a beggar was being shoved and chased away by a patrolling policeman on the street.
Undoubtedly, the street where Hades resided was one of the living places of Belfast’s upper echelon.
Most residents here were businessmen, doctors, lawyers, government officials, or impoverished nobility, as well as a certain Exorcist who held money as dear as life.
With tranquil eyes surveying the surroundings, Lu Li recalled the conversation he had with Hades before leaving.
“How should I carry it?”
Lu Li did not touch the delicately crafted Flintlock Pistol, which could be considered a work of art, but took the box instead—twenty silver-plated Cursed Bullets arranged in a 4×5 grid stood in the box, twenty-one in total, including the complimentary one.
“Take it with you,” Hades tossed a leather holster from the apparently all-providing counter into Lu Li’s arms.
“Put the gun in the holster, and you won’t have to face those damned creatures again.”
He didn’t say the pointless nonsense of “if I hadn’t asked, would you have given me the holster,” silently righted the holster, and scooped the Flintlock Pistol into it, slipping it into the inner pocket of his coat.
His palm only touched the gun for a brief few seconds, but even so, that space affected Lu Li, tainting his mood with suppression and gloom.
“Here’s a friendly tip; don’t use her too much.”
His dark eyes refocused, landing on Hades, “Reason.”
“Like I said before, to put out the flame in an oil lamp, you first have to deal with the outer shell protecting it.
But when you are in the same space as them, you are akin to another kind of them.
As you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes into you.”
“So, the longer I use it, the closer I become to the form of a ghost?”
“It’s worse than that.
You’re still living, but you’ve been tainted with too much of their essence.
Until overuse leads to you always being in that layer of space without the need for a Spirit-Calling Gun—alive in the Ghost World, tsk tsk tsk.
That’s not even the worst part; the truly bad thing is, you won’t be able to avoid them.”
Lu Li walked up to the newspaper stand, and the old man behind it, with graying hair and a black vest, smiled politely, “What do you need, sir?”
“Do you want the local Belfast one?”
“Alright, please wait a moment.”
The old man turned to get the newspaper as Lu Li stood straight in front of the stand, waiting.
“Besides the Spirit-Calling Gun, is there any way to deal with ghosts?” Lu Li asked, then after a thought, he added, “A way with no negative consequences.”
“Of course, there is.”
The long-missed gold tooth emerged before his eyes, “You could hire Hades the Exorcist; aside from Shillings, you won’t lose anything else.”
“It depends on the strength of the ghost.
For an ordinary spirit, it’s just 300 shillings.”
Do ghosts also have ranks?”
“If humans are divided into poor, commoners, and nobles, why can’t ghosts be?”
Hades snickered, scoffing at Lu Li’s naivety.
“Here’s a free piece of information: Ghosts are categorized into three levels of power—specter, grudge spirit, and evil spirit.
However, to the general public, they’re usually all referred to as specters.”
“Why did you say the more you know, the faster you die?
This is my last question.”
Sensing Hades was trying to usher him out, Lu Li asked his final question.
“Sir, here’s your newspaper, one shilling.”
The old man brought a neatly folded, brand new newspaper.
Handing over a coin, Lu Li unfolded the newspaper, and the smell of ink spread through the air.
[The Earlen Peninsula Duchy’s Parliament passed the “Red Wine Act” with 8 votes in favor, 3 against, and 1 abstention.
The “Red Wine Act” ensures that the grape cultivation area on the Ailen Peninsula does not exceed that of the previous year.]
Last night, Baron Joshua hosted dozens of young men in his estate’s garden for an all-night revelry—]
[MP Oliver has proposed increasing the daily labor hours from 10 to 12 without changing the wages.
This proposal was met with criticism from other members—]
Hades’ last two sentences resurfaced in Lu Li’s mind.
“You’ll understand, time will tell you the answer.” and, “If you want to ask something else, remember to bring money early!
If you take too long, I’ll raise the price!”
As his gaze briefly passed over the news articles, Lu Li folded the newspaper and asked the old man, “Do you have the newspapers from a few days ago?”
“The ones from the day before yesterday are sold out, but I have everything else from the past seven days.”
Lu Li searched his pockets but couldn’t find a 5-shilling coin, so he handed over a 10-shilling note instead.
Just then, a commotion arose from around the corner.
Several boys covered in sticky sand ran from around the corner, shouting as they sprinted.
“The Rod has had an accident!”
“There’s been a fishing boat accident!
They encountered something strange, and it’s at the harbor now!”
“Several people are dead!”
The three shouting boys ran past Lu Li from behind, carrying with them a gust of damp sea breeze.
The pedestrians on the street and the shop clerks looked at each other in disbelief as the emotion known as panic began to spread.
It manifested in the quickening pace of people’s steps and the orderly street descending into chaos.
The idle patrolling officers snapped to attention and, shouting, chased after the boys.
“Sir, here’s your newspaper and change.”
Lu Li accepted a small stack of newspapers and some coins, and asked, “How long does it take to get to the harbor from here?”
“Over twenty minutes on foot, faster by carriage, sir you…”
Lu Li nodded his thanks, not waiting for the old man to finish, and started heading in the direction of the harbor.