Perils in the Rockies... The detective agency, the extended blue SLATE street and the passers-by dispelled a touch of depression in the heart.

Though the sky was still covered with an indelible mist.

Lu Li put on a top hat, dark eyes under the shadow of the ancient well without waves, calm sweep across the street on both sides.

There were no bright painted orange carriages to be seen in this street.

Give up the idea of taking a bus back, Lu Li distinguish a down when the direction, pressed down the top hat, walked, into a pedestrian figure.

Most men wear a black waistcoat over their shirt. Clothes are mainly black and gray. Some people wear leather shoes and carry walking sticks to show their status and money. The suspenders of Mariner's streets are almost invisible -- clothes are also classed, and only workers and laborers wear suspenders that wash easily and don't come off easily.

Women wore brightly-colored lace dresses with hemlines that nearly covered their feet and layers of wrinkles that gave them volume. Instead of leather shoes and canes, they wore lace veils, feathered wide-brimmed hats so exaggerated they crowded the streets, and expensive perfumes.

The traffic was mostly closed carriages, and now and then an odd-looking car, steaming, drove down the street.

The houses on the side of the street are two to three stories, painted mainly in bright and dark colors, and are mostly pointed or domed.

Everything has a peculiar Victorian aesthetic --

Nearby, a beggar was pushed out by police patrolling the streets.

-- and ignorance.

There is no doubt that Hardes' street is one of Belfast's most upscale neighborhoods. Most of the people who lived here were businessmen, doctors, lawyers, government officials, or down-and-out aristocrats, or some kind of exorcist who was obsessed with money.

Looking quietly around, Lu recalls the conversation she had with Hardus before leaving.

"How do I carry it?"

Leaving the flintlock, delicate enough to be a work of art, Lu took the box, where 20 silver-plated incantated bullets in a 4x5 stand, 21 in all, including the bonus.

"Take it with you." Hades took the leather holster from under the counter where everything seemed to be, and threw it into Lu's arms. "Put the gun in the holster and you won't have to face those damn guys again."

Instead of saying the meaningless "wouldn't you have given me the holster if I hadn't asked," he silently passed the holster, grabbed the flintlock, tucked it into the inside pocket of his coat.

The palm touched the gun for only a few seconds, but even so, that space also affected Lu Li, so that his mood stained with depression and depression.

"A word of caution: don't use her too much."

Black eyes recover focus, fall on Hades body: "Reason."

"As I said before, to put out the flame in an oil lamp, you first have to take out the outer shield, but when you are in the same space as them, you are also different from them. When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you."

"Does that mean the longer I use it, the more I drift into ghost form?"

"It's worse than that. You're still alive, but you've got so much of it on you, until you use it so much that you don't need a psychic gun to stay in that space -- living in the ghost world, tut tut. That's not the worst part. What's really bad is that you can't avoid them."

Lu Li walked to the street newsstand. Behind the newsstand, the old man with gray hair and black waistcoat smiled politely and said, "What do you need, Sir?"

"A newspaper."

"Belfast local?"

"Well."

"Oh yes, just a moment."

The old man turned to get the newspaper, Lu Li stood upright in front of the newsstand and waited.

"What else can you do with a ghost other than a psychic gun?" Lu Li inquired. After thinking about it, he added, "There won't be any negative effects."

"Of course."

The long-lost gold teeth appeared: "You can call Hades the exorcist, and you have nothing to lose but shillings."

"And the price."

"It depends on the strength of the ghost. It's only 300 shillings for an ordinary ghost."

"Strength? Ghosts have levels."

'There are poor people and commoners. Why not ghosts?'

Hades scoffed, laughing at Lu Li's innocence.

"This information is FREE: Ghosts are divided into three powers: ghosts, resentments, and evil spirits. But it is generally referred to as a ghost by ordinary people."

"Why do you say that the more you know, the sooner you die? That's the last question."

Aware of Hades out of the signs of people, Lu left the final question.

'Here's your newspaper, Sir. One shilling.'

The old man brought the neat new newspaper.

Handing a coin, Lu Li unfolded the newspaper, the smell of ink diffuse open.

The COUNCIL OF THE DUCHY OF Allen PENINSULA PASSED THE WINE ACT BY A VOTE OF 8 TO 3, WITH ONE ABSTENTION. In ORDER TO PROTECT THE ACREAGE UNDER CULTIVATION, THE WINE ACT ALLOWS NO MORE GRAPES TO BE PLANTED ON Allen PENINSULA THAN LAST YEAR.

Baron Joseph last night invited dozens of young men to party all night in the garden of his manor.

Oliver'S PROPOSAL TO INCREASE THE WORKING DAY FROM 10 TO 12 HOURS at THE SAME PAY IS UNDER ATTACK FROM OTHER MPS --

Hades's last two words come to mind.

"You will understand. Time will tell." "And" Bring your money early if you want to ask anything else! Wait too long and I'll raise the price!"

Line of sight skimming over a few news, Lu away from the newspaper, asked the old man: "There are a few days before the newspaper?"

"The day before yesterday's paper was sold out, except the day before yesterday's newspaper of the last seven days."

"Give me a copy."

Lu Li rummaged in his pockets, not finding a five-shilling coin, and handed over a ten-shilling one.

Just then, a commotion came from around the corner.

Some boys with sticky sand came running round the corner, Shouting and Shouting.

"Something's wrong with the Rhodes!

"There's a fishing boat in trouble! They've had a strange encounter, and they're in the harbour!"

'There were several dead!

Three Shouting boys ran past Lu, carrying a damp sea breeze.

Pedestrians and store clerks stared at each other in the streets, and a sense of panic was spreading, as people's paces grew faster and orderly streets became disorganized.

The idle patrol officer came to his senses and ran after the boys, Shouting.

"Here's your newspaper and your change, Sir."

"How long does it take to walk from here to the port?" asked Lu, taking a small stack of newspapers and change.

"More than twenty minutes. It will be quicker by carriage, Sir..."

"Thank you."

Lu Li nodded thanks, did not wait for the old man finish, turned to the direction of the port.