Concon, after the response, I hear an extended reply from inside.
In time, it's time to start preparing dinner.
Apparently the reading was correct that he would most likely be at home.
"Oh, who is it?
A woman in her late twenties, supposedly with long blonde hair, pointed ears directly beside her, and two rings lowered from her neck, peered across the door into her face.
Well-maintained men's and women's shoes are neatly lined up on the front porch.
A widow who was preceded by her husband, no lover because she still loves her husband, no intention of getting married in the future, living alone, loves beauty, wears thin makeup, doesn't wear perfume, is an indenturer, wears gloves frequently -
I exhale at this place.
Now, the conversation with the first person you meet is all about the first impression.
Even though I have had five chances, I have never crossed the line with less emptiness.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Relics. I'm sorry I pushed you so suddenly. I'm a fortune teller, Rosie, and my assistant, Liesha, Celia."
When I said that and bowed my head, the two behind me bowed one tempo late.
"Hehe, what can I do for you, fortune teller? What's wrong with you? Are you lost?
"No, we weren't the ones who were lost... ah"
I deliberately clouded my expression as I turned my hand around just between Riesha and Celia.
An elf woman looks at me with a strange look at my behavior that doesn't make sense.
"Um, you're -- uh, you're pretty sure it's Mr. Elsa Relics, right?
"Yeah, yeah, but... what is it really? How did you get my name?
The door, which was half open, slowly closes.
I can't afford an adult to hang out with me just now, and I'm blatantly wary of this one.
"Actually, this is the one I've been in contact with who really wants to see you."
Behind us are only two people: Riesha with a shudder-face, and Celia with a ghost shape.
Naturally, there couldn't have been a third person there.
"... Ha, enough? Because I'm busy."
"I'm home, Ellie"
The closing door stopped perfectly in inches.
A surprisingly open blue eye peeks through that gap.
"... what, with"
Trembling voice.
Elsa breaks down as if she were floating in heat, and the weighed door slowly opens.
"Thank you for still living here," he says. It's a home with memories. "
When she said that and smiled, Elsa even put her mouth shut to see something incredible.
Well, the grasp is good.
I don't know how we're gonna get into this later, but...
"... oh, no, never mind. There are still a few people like you who can talk like this."
Speaking glimpsely towards the void, I empty up in front of the door as if someone were going to pass there from now on.
"Yes, you're well, too. Bye."
"Oh, hey, wait a minute!
Elsa grabs my shoulder with her back turned.
Because I'm upset, I was grabbed by a pretty strong force and the groans leaked by accident.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Me, the..."
"No, it's fine. I don't seem to have much time, so please be happy."
That's what I said and tried to walk out, and now I'm held to my right hand disappointingly.
The excited Elsa's hands were moist and sweaty and had the same or more fever as Leisha's.
"Is Kyle here? Right here now?
……
"Answer me! Is Kyle here? Are you there? Hey!"
Lie on your knees and hold my hand in your chest as if you were praying.
Sweating from the forehead, red tide on the cheeks, dilated pupils, hyperventilation plus disturbed pulses.
It's time.
"In my birthplace, there was a rumor that in the summer, dead humans would become spirits and return to this world. Maybe Kyle and I met because we knew that story."
"So Kyle...!
"Yes, he just said that seven years ago things had changed in the city and he couldn't get here. The time I can stay in this world because of it is already..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Because Kyle's here, isn't he? You came to see me, didn't you?
"Right. I've been talking about Mr. Elsa... uh, what is it? Sorry, I can't hear you."
The power to hold Elsa's hand becomes stronger.
"Rosie, you said you were a fortune teller. Somehow, can't you just let Kyle stay this way for a little while longer? Look, I don't know much about it, but the Guardian Spirit will guide you, if it is--"
"Please calm down a little, Mr. Elsa. Retaining spirits in this world are“ vivid memories ”or“ deeply connected things ”. I'll try to do something about it, so can I show you something like that?
That said, Elsa's expression became brighter as if she had found salvation in her life.
It's not like I look familiar. That's the face I've seen so many times in the past.
I snorted as if to mock myself for my anomaly of remembering nostalgia before guilt.
"Be sure to come up to us! Most of what he was using is still there."
Following Elsa who leads us as she says.
"Well, it depends on Celia how far you can drill deep. I asked for it."
"That's fine, but I'm sure today. You're definitely going to hell."
With all due respect, we managed to dive into the victim's family's home.