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"Nothing really happened the next night!" Keynes continued.

Mr. Keynes spent the second night in the Canal Cemetery in fear, but nothing happened on this night, and after daybreak, Mr. Keynes went home to rest after handing over the grave keepers who had come to change shifts.

He had another dream.

This dream was different from the previous one, he was no longer trapped in a narrow box, but wandered around the cemetery like a ghost, a noise somewhere in the cemetery attracted his attention, Mr. Keynes strode forward with the aether night lamp, under the light of the night lamp, he found two figures moving in front of a tombstone, there were a large number of mounds of earth around them, these two people did not notice Keynes's approach, and still struggled to wave the tools in their hands to conquer the dirt.

"You thieves!" said Mr. Keynes, his voice full of anger and without the slightest fear, for he had never realized that he was so brave!

The two figures were startled by Keynes's shouting, stopped what they were doing, and looked at him in amazement.

"Thieves, thieves, grave robbers!" shouted Mr. Keynes, waving his aether night lamp, "I've finally been caught, and I'm going to take you to the police station so that the death bailiff can judge you!"

The

two tomb robbers were intimidated by Mr. Keynes's righteous and awe-inspiring momentum, and left their tools and fled.

Mr. Keynes chased after him for a few steps, and yelled, "Don't run, you cowards, let me hold you and break your legs!"

The tomb robbers quickly disappeared into the darkness, and Mr. Keynes did not really try to stop them, after driving the hapless tomb robbers away, Mr. Keynes snorted and returned to the tomb that had just been dug up by the tomb robbers, the tomb owner's coffin had been opened a corner, Mr. Keynes jumped off the grave and pushed the coffin lid open, and he found himself powerful!

This is a middle-aged man who has just been buried, his fingers crossed on his chest, his eyes closed, and he looks peaceful and peaceful.

Mr. Keynes glanced at the man's suit and cursed, "Another poor ghost!".

Then he leaned down on the dead man without fear or disgust, and put his hand into the dead man's back and pulled it indiscriminately.

"Whoa!".

Mr. Keynes pulled out a few silver-glowing trinkets from under the dead man, as well as a few red and yellow soul stone fragments.

"Such a funeral item, a miser of the family!" said Mr. Keynes, scolding, shoving his contents into his pocket.

Then, he put his hand into the dead man's clothes and groped for it, and when he found nothing, he did not shy away from breaking the dead man's mouth, and the golden light flashed in the dead man's mouth under the light of the ether night lamp.

"Good thing!" Keynes was ecstatic, desperately trying to stretch the dead man's mouth wide, and then used brute force to break the two gold teeth from his mouth.

"Something to gain!" said Mr. Keynes, triumphantly placing the two gold teeth under the aether night lamp, and then putting them in his pocket.

The

scene changes, and Mr. Keynes finds himself drinking in a filthy and run-down bar, his eyes resting on the prostitute's exposed breasts and buttocks.

At this moment, three big men appeared around Mr. Keynes and forcibly led him to the alley behind the bar, where they beat him without saying a word.

While begging for mercy, Mr. Keynes took out a few silver ornaments from his pocket, and the strong man with a full face snatched the silver ornaments and said cruelly: "Give you three more days, and if you don't pay back the money after three days, you will be laid to rest in the Canal Cemetery!"

The

dream changed again, and Mr. Keynes found himself back in the cemetery, where he was helping a family to be buried, it was a decent family, and Keynes even knew the deceased, who was a really good man, a gentleman, an entrepreneur, a philanthropist, in the prime of life, and he didn't expect to die!

Keynes could not remember his name, for all his attention was drawn to the pendant that hung around the neck of the deceased, which was half a strange nameplate with intricate patterns engraved on it, and above all, a small nameplate, which seemed to be pure gold!

"Half a nameplate?" André interrupted Keynes's narration again, and he looked back at Vieri with a strange expression on his face.

Vieri rummaged through the messy desk drawer for a while, then dropped half of the metal nameplate on the table, "Is that so?"

When Mr. Keynes saw the nameplate, he jumped up as if he had been devoured by a poisonous snake, and the coffee cup overturned into pieces.

"That's it!" Mr. Keynes screamed in fear as he looked at the nameplate on the table, and desperately ducked into the corner of the room, as if in the next second, that half of the nameplate would turn into some terrible monster and pounce on him.

"It did come to the door on its own initiative!" Andre laughed when he saw Keynes frightening, picked up the tabletop nameplate, and threw it back to Vieri, "It's better to take it, don't let him go crazy!".

Vieri noncommittally put half of the nameplate back in the drawer.

André was about to speak to reassure Keynes when the office door was suddenly pushed open, causing Mr. Keynes to scream like a little girl.

Miss Lavinia, who had come in, glanced at Mr. Keynes with a slight disdain, and then frowned when she found the fragments of the coffee cup on the ground.

"Little Jasmine, pour a glass of whiskey for this gentleman, he needs to be calm!" Andre said with a smile, "By the way, I need to have a glass for me, I need to be calm too!".

Miss Lavinia did not speak, but left the room with her cheeks puffed out, and soon came in with three glasses of wine.

André handed the glass to Mr. Keynes, "Drink, Mr. Accountant, you'll feel better when you're done!"

Mr. Keynes drank half a glass of whiskey, the hot liquid burning his throat and stomach pouch, and indeed warming his cold thoughts.

"That, that thing, why is it in your hands?" said Mr. Keynes, still with a little trembling.

"It's a long story, but in short, this half of the nameplate isn't the one you saw in your dreams!" Andrei sipped his spirits, "Why don't you continue describing your dreams, I'll try not to interrupt you as much as I can!"

Mr. Keynes calmed down, and with the help of alcohol, continued his narrative.

When he saw the half of the golden nameplate, a plan took shape in his mind.

At night, Keynes remained on duty in the cemetery as usual, and after patrolling the garden to make sure that no one was disturbed, he took a shovel to the tomb of the gentleman who had been buried in the morning, and began to stir the soil that had not yet been compacted very smoothly.

More than an hour later, the gentleman's coffin reappeared in the moonlight, and Keynes skillfully pried the coffin open, and his heart was full of joy, and the half of the nameplate hanging on the neck of the deceased looked very heavy, and he took it and sold it, not only to pay off the debt, but perhaps there was a lot of surplus.

When the coffin board was lifted, Mr. Keynes's smile froze on his face!

The corpse is gone!