The known information during this period was written down by Duncan on paper one by one, and the lines were connected according to the degree of correlation. Among these clues, were interspersed with Nina and Shirley's memories of the fire, and their respective
The "dream" that has obviously become alienated.
After listing all the clues, Duncan added a new line at the end of the chart. He frowned and fell into deep thought, and wrote a few words in his thoughts -
First, in this world, everything except subspace can be "polluted".
Second, the reality of this world is based on an unstable foundation. Space is unstable and time is unstable. Even reality may not be as unshakable as people perceive it.
Third, the power of subspace has invaded Pland! The vision in the chapel in the sixth block is evidence - the sun fragments eleven years ago are probably not the most critical link in the entire incident.
On the grid... subspace is more likely to contribute to Plande's current anomaly!
Duncan put down the pen in his hand and looked at the three items he had written - these three items were not clues, but "premises" and "conclusions" that had a great relationship with Pland's current situation.
His eyes fell on the first item. This shortest item was precisely the basis of everything, and the "inspiration" of this item came from a sentence he inadvertently heard when he went to the city-state bank to open an account.
He thoughtfully picked up the pen next to him and drew a line from this piece of content, connecting it to one of the clues above - the church in the sixth block that was in a state of time and space closure.
The pollution started from the church. It showed the appearance of time and space confusion and the superposition of different "world lines". The pollution level was quite high. Visual inspection even affected the monitoring of reality by the Storm Goddess... So what exactly is this pollution?
How is it achieved? Is it really just the church itself that is polluted?
He remembered what he said when he said goodbye to Shirley - this matter should be a big deal, but it is not enough for ordinary citizens to report it.
Thoughtfully, Duncan showed a smile on his face, then turned his head and looked at the pigeons pacing on the windowsill.
The pigeon stopped immediately and stared directly at Duncan: "There is murderous intent!"
Duncan ignored it at all and simply snapped his fingers.
A cluster of green flames spurted out from the compass on Ai's chest. The compass opened and the pointer rotated. The boundary between reality and illusion became blurred in an instant. Duncan's eyes flashed and he entered the state of walking in the spirit world. The familiar land
The dark and chaotic space and the billions of starlight filling the space then appeared in the eyes.
He stood quietly in the depths of darkness, took a gentle breath to calm down his mood, and then followed a subtle perception and moved closer to a starlight not far away.
When he came to the starlight, he could clearly sense the young judge's mind without actually touching it. Opposite the orange starlight was Vanna's mind.
Compared with when he first discovered this starlight, Duncan could clearly feel that the connection between himself and Vanna had become much stronger - the last visit she and Heidi went to the antique store had strengthened the connection between them.
And these strengthened connections can now be put to use.
Duncan turned his head and looked at the darkness beside him. Ai, in his spiritual form, was spinning around in mid-air boredly. When he noticed the sight of the "master", the bird immediately came closer and said, "Who is calling the fleet?"
"Remember how we connected to Shirley's mind last time?"
Ai Yi thought for a while and tilted his head: "I have to pay more!"
"It will indeed be a little more difficult this time. After all, the other party is a devout saint. His mind should be firmer than Shirley's, and he may also attract the attention of the Storm Goddess." Duncan nodded lightly, but still slowly stretched out his fingers.
, getting closer to the cluster of starlight, "But now the connection between Vanna and I has been strengthened. If we only have a superficial communication without any damage, it shouldn't be a big problem."
"After all, this is just a righteous complaint from an enthusiastic captain."
The next second, his fingertips touched the starlight.
The layer upon layer of illusory waves seemed to come from an infinitely distant place, but it was fleeting. Duncan didn't even have time to notice the existence of the waves before he felt that he was in contact with a mind.
…
Fanna rubbed her eyes, lowered her head, and saw that she was holding a thick file in her hand. She raised her head again and saw that she was sitting in the room, with her dressing table in front of her, and in the mirror of the dressing table.
, reflecting his slightly tired face.
A momentary trance emerged from her heart, but she soon shook her head and recalled what she was doing.
She continued to investigate the heretical worship materials in the city-state of Purland before 1889. After leaving the archives, she borrowed some documents from the old priest in charge of guarding that she had not had time to examine in detail, and took these files with her.
Returned home.
While in the archives, she and the old priest discovered the anomaly of missing data in 1885, but in the end they could not find the missing data. This unusual thing aroused her vigilance.
As an inquisitor specializing in investigating heresy incidents, this matter will become one of the focuses of her subsequent investigation.
Arrange for the civil priests to read the files in other archives of the city-state, go to the city hall to retrieve the security report of the corresponding year, arrange for a team of guards to visit, monitor the locations where heretical worship incidents occurred in that year, and report to Bishop Valentine
Discuss to see if we can get further instructions from the goddess...
Vanna already had a rough follow-up plan in mind, and before this series of actions could be carried out, she had to first complete a summary of all heretical worship incidents between 1886 and 1889.
She glanced at the sky outside and saw the Creation of the World hanging high in the night sky, its pale glow spreading across the city.
She lowered her head again and saw that she had just flipped through the thick file in her hand. Perhaps her eyes were tired from reading for too long, so the text on it seemed a bit blurry.
Wait, that’s not right!
Fanna suddenly reacted, then suddenly closed the file in her hand and turned to look out the window.
It is midnight, the time when the impact of World Creation is strongest - reading books at this time is extremely dangerous. Even treasurers who have received special training will avoid reading any text within an hour of midnight, not to mention,
What she has in front of her now is a highly dangerous historical document borrowed from the archives!
Professional clergy will not make this kind of mistake... This is not reality, it is your own dream, a dream that is being affected!
Fanna's eyes sharpened suddenly. The moment she realized that her dream had been invaded, she began to look for traces of the intruder from the surrounding environment. The next second, she saw the existence of the intruder——
On the dressing table in front of her, in the oval dressing mirror surrounded by patterns, a man with a gloomy and majestic expression was standing quietly in the darkness, with illusory green flames burning quietly on the edge of the mirror.
The figure looked at Fanna calmly through the mirror. After seeing Fanna raise her head, she showed a faint smile, and a low voice came from the mirror: "Good night, Fanna, this is the first time we meet - but I have already
I have been watching you for a long time, you can call me..."
"Captain Duncan!" Before the words in the mirror finished, Vanna reacted suddenly, and then the well-trained judge jumped two meters back, and at the same time kicked away the stool that was in the way.
As soon as she landed on the ground, she forced herself to concentrate again, and pulled out her giant sword from the air, which she never left her body, and swung it up to perform a jumping chop!
Duncan: "...?!"
There was a loud noise, and the entire dressing table shattered. The mirror was directly smashed into pieces by the huge force. Duncan's phantom turned into scattered light and shadow in front of Vanna's eyes.
Tiny pieces of glass fell to the ground. Vanna held the giant sword tightly in her hand and looked around fiercely like a lioness who had entered a fighting state. At the same time, she began to pray in a low voice and began to try to use it.
I use the mental self-control skills I train daily to get rid of this polluted dream and force myself to wake up.
However, just when she felt that she was about to touch the real world, the deep and majestic voice sounded again - repeatedly passed into her ears:
"Your reaction surprised me a little."
Fanna's eyes suddenly widened. She looked in the direction of the sound, but what she saw were the fragments of the dressing mirror scattered all over the room.
On the surface of each fragment, illusory flames began to rise quietly, and inside each fragment, there was a Captain Duncan standing quietly in the darkness.
This legendary great terror, a moving natural disaster on the boundless sea, was looking at Vanna who was on full alert with some helplessness.
"Relax, kid, I just want to talk to you about something," thousands of Captain Duncan's voices came, shaking Vanna's will, "It's about Pland..."
"Is it a mirror..." The young judge suddenly whispered to himself.
Duncan: "Huh?"
Fanna did not answer, but suddenly dropped the tip of the giant sword diagonally to the ground, and then punched the sword suddenly!
A loud bang exploded, and the powerful impact turned into controlled sound waves that reverberated wildly in the room. The next second, all the smooth mirrors in the room turned into powder, and no mirror remained!
The room became quiet, Fanna exhaled softly, and slowly stood up straight.
She saw Captain Duncan standing quietly in front of her.
No matter how she blinked or moved her eyes, Captain Duncan stood quietly in the center of her field of vision, staring into her eyes.
"Your guess is not quite accurate. It's not a mirror, but anything as smooth as a mirror." The ghost captain's gloomy and majestic voice came directly into her mind, "Now, I am in your lens."