Foro placed four big bags in front of Pablo.
"We brought your stuff, detective."
"That’s not my stuff. That’s the stuff for investigation." Pablo clarified.
"Whatever." Foro didn’t give a damn.
"What about food?" Pablo had asked them to bring food as well.
"We weren’t assign-"
"The food is with us." Someone else answered.
Pablo looked and it was other villagers.
They all were walking towards Pablo, carrying big bags as well.
’I should have given them some bracelets.’
"We brought many things to eat for all of us."
The villagers stood in front of Pablo.
There were twenty people in total and all of them had two bags each.
"Leave ten bags of food here and take the rest for yourself." Pablo said.
"Sure thing. You paid for all this after all."
Five villagers came forward and placed their bags in front of Pablo.
Pablo nodded. "Where is Socrates?"
"I am here." A voice came from the back of the crowd.
The villagers made way for Socrates as the Chief walked forward.
"Where is my place?" Pablo asked the main thing.
"There is a big house here. That will be your place. I will show it whenever you want." Socrates answered.
And as soon as the villagers heard their chief, they raised their brows.
"That house, chief?"
"Are you sure about it?"
They asked questions to the Chief but someone else answered them.
"I don’t care how it is. I don’t have time. Let’s just go there now."
Pablo stood up.
"Everyone else can leave. Do whatever you want." He added.
"Suit yourself, detective."
"Good luck."
The villagers said some nice words and went away. They were hungry and wanted to eat.
Pablo ignored them all and turned his head around, at his slaves.
"Pick these bags and follow me. They are not that heavy. Girls or not, pick them up." He ordered.
The slaves nodded and picked up the bags.
The five boys picked ten bags and two girls picked up four.
Pablo looked at Socrates again.
"After you."
Socrates nodded and started walking.
Pablo followed him.
Socrates was blind but he knew where he was going.
He brought them to a secluded place of the Hermit slums and Pablo didn’t know the slum was that big.
Though, it was the dirtiest part of the slum.
The ground had black mud, it was rotting like dead bugs but Pablo kept walking.
The slaves also walked on the same ground and their feets were dirty again.
’I should makeshift some shoes for them.’
After ten more minutes, Socrates stopped in front of a hut or more like it was a wooden house.
"This looks like a haunted house." Pablo commented.
"Because it is." Socrates said.
"Huh?" Pablo wanted to know more.
"This is the biggest house of this slum and this is the only one which is made of wood and is sturdy. So why do you think no one chooses to live here?"
"Tell me." Pablo didn’t want to think.
"This was the house of a respected man of this slum five years ago. He was like a leader of this slum. And he loved children, in a good way, if you are thinking about something else.
His house was the biggest here and in his love of children, he used to allow all the children of the slum to stay inside his house. The childrens used to sleep here in peace.
But as you know, five years ago, the royals planned an attack here so all the children sleeping here were killed. Thousands of them died in their sleep. The leader did their best to protect them but he also died along with the children."
"Then?"
"After that incident, people who pass this slum started saying that they hear voices of children. Voices of them crying, of them playing. No one believed them but no one also defied them. No one dared to come inside this slum or this house to check the authenticity of the rumors. As time went on, people got over it.
And when our people came inside this slum, all of them wanted this big house to be my place. But I refused. I don’t like such things. I am fine with little things.
So I also chose one of the huts to sleep in and that first night, all the huts near this house heard the same thing as those rumors—The voices of the Children.
All of them were scared by that and everyone shifted themselves as far as they could from this house. They don’t want to be near it. This place is secluded to its utmost limit."
’Don’t take so much time to build up, old man. I just want to finish my mission.’
"Alright. I will keep that in min-"
"Didn’t you try to investigate it? You are the Chief. You should have done that."
’Who the fcuk said that?’
Pablo jerked his head and it was Nike. He was interrupted by Nike. He was just about to finish talking with Socrates but Nike stretched the talk.
’I will deal with him later.’
"It’s the son of the guard who asked that." Pablo said. "No need to answer him if you don’t want to."
"No. No. It’s fine. He is a curious young man." Socrates smiled and looked straight at Nike.
Nike’s brows shot up.
’He figured where I am just by me speaking for once?’
Nike was impressed but he was wrong. Socrates figured where Nike was before he even spoke. He knew where everyone was.
"Son, I am but an old man. I don’t want to venture into the unknown at this age. But someone else did try to investigate this house.
He was a strong young man from our village. He had a bright future ahead of him. He had a Brown rank Ego and a good head on his shoulders. He was a good hearted man, just like this detective here."
’You can’t be more wrong.’ Pablo shook his head and Socrates carried on.
"That man chose to go inside this house and investigate the matter. He didn’t believe in ghosts and he was confident in his strength.
At night, when everyone fell asleep, that man snuck inside this house. No one got to know when he did that.
And the next day, when the morning arrived, we saw that young man was nowhere so we went to find him.
All the villagers searched the entire slum and that’s when I suggested we go near the house. And when we all reached the house, we found that young man hanging in front of the house. Dead."
’That’s interesting.’ Pablo was curious now.
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"That’s so sad. You must have felt bad that day." Nike said. He really found the story sad.
"It’s true. I really felt bad." Socrates replied.
"Heh. Who would feel bad for an idiot who dived in an obviously dangerous place." Pablo scoffed.
"True. He was an idiot. But I still felt sad that day. Because apart from being an idiot…" Socrates slowly turned his head at Pablo and just smiled..
"He was my son."