After a long time, Fanna looked away from the car window.
Her main purpose of coming here today was to investigate the small church, but after entering the sixth block, she realized that the atmosphere in the entire area was not normal, which made her vaguely feel... maybe every inch of this block
It is necessary to investigate.
After pondering for a moment, she reached out and picked up a thick stack of information placed on the seat next to her.
This was the file she had obtained from the city hall before the operation - using the authority of the inquisitor and the relevant provisions of the "Special Enforcement Regulations on Abnormal Events", she obtained all the information related to the Sixth District in the past few years.
She had already read some of the relevant municipal records on the way here.
These documents from the city hall are not top-secret documents, nor do they involve any high-level extraordinary events or suspense. On the contrary, these things that Vanna wants to come over are the simplest and most basic things.
Gas meter records, electricity bill payments, shop taxes, water supply, heating, garbage disposal, security patrols...
The pages were turned, and Fanna's eyes quickly scanned between the documents.
If you want to talk about what kind of "handling experience" her life as a judge has given her over the past few years, then one of them is absolutely crucial -
The most ordinary everyday life often hides clues of extraordinary phenomena.
Surrounded by the boundless sea, anomalies and visions fill the world. Under the gaze of these things that threaten all living beings, the peaceful "daily life" in the city-state is the greatest treasure of the world. Ordinary people in Purland may have regarded peaceful days as
The most ordinary things, but those warriors who have been fighting against anomalies and visions all year round know very well——
A ray of sunshine in the morning, a hot meal on the table, hawking on the street, and a good night before going to bed, these are all continuous miracles.
It is a stunning scenery that mortals have spent ten thousand years building in this crumbling world.
Any intrusion from extraordinary phenomena will leave scratches on this stunning scene.
"Have you noticed anything wrong?" The voice of the guard who was driving came from the front seat of the car. The young church soldier noticed Fanna's slightly frowning brows, "Municipal files are missing."
"On the contrary, all the municipal files are complete," Fanna shook her head slightly. "The water, electricity, heating and sewage records are all there, and they are maintained at a very balanced value, which is extremely reasonable."
"Then your expression..."
"There are no public security cases," Fanna raised her eyelids slightly, "the public security cases are blank. In addition, the newborn records are also blank, and the resident death records are also blank."
The guard driving the car opened his eyes slightly. In the rearview mirror, Vanna could see the incredible expression on the young man's face.
"It's an obvious anomaly, isn't it?" Fanna said softly, "In this neighborhood, the population has not increased or decreased for so many years, and there has not been a single security incident, not even a fight. This is the place with the best security in the upper city.
It’s not to this extent, but all the water, electricity and heating records are there, which makes it feel like..."
She paused and looked out the window: "It's as if all the residents here are a group of docile phantoms... They live quietly in this enclosed place, neither increasing nor decreasing, with no internal conflicts and no external conflicts.
There is no communication, just normal consumption of resources is carried out quietly, and a signal is sent back to the city hall on a regular basis that "everything is normal here." However, there is obviously something wrong, but no one has been there for so many years."
…
The car became quiet, and only the dull sound of the steam core could be heard. After an unknown amount of time, Fanna suddenly felt the car body shake.
"The little church has arrived."
Fanna raised her head and saw outside the car window the community church that had disappeared from the cathedral's "sight" at some point.
From the outside, it looks like it has been abandoned for more than ten years.
This is the place that the terrible ghost captain pointed out to himself.
Vanna couldn't help but reappear in her mind those burning ghost flames, and the gloomy and majestic figure that was always frozen in the center of her field of vision. The next second, she took a deep breath and quietly recited the words of the storm goddess Gemona. Holy name, pick up your weapons, push the door and get out of the car.
A bleak cold wind blew from the end of the street, picking up the dry leaves on the roadside. The guards in black followed the judge and cautiously approached the abandoned chapel.
The fallen leaves made a subtle crackling sound underfoot, which sounded like the crackling sound of flames burning rotten wood.
A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from above her head. Vanna raised her head among the flying leaves and saw a white dove fluttering and landing on the church spire.
The pigeon tilted its head and seemed to be watching the guards who were moving around with curiosity.
"The white dove...is a good omen for calm weather..." This strange thought suddenly crossed Vanna's mind for some unknown reason, and then she ignored the dove that suddenly flew over, and stepped forward to gently push open the hidden door of the chapel. door.
Warm and bright lights came into her eyes, and a nun with a gentle smile on her face appeared in front of her.
"Hello, sister, no one has come to this church for a long time..."
The nun's gentle voice reached the ears of the guardian warriors.
…
One gas lamp after another was neatly arranged between the bookshelves. The bright light dispelled the shadows between these ancient volumes. The slightly heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the low mutter of the old priest. Sound:
"Seven rows and six columns, seven rows and six columns... the record in 1885 should be here... it should be here..."
The old priest stopped in front of the bookshelf. He raised his head and saw that the giant-like bookshelf was quietly looking down at him, and the files carrying the historical memories of the city-state were neatly arranged between the giant's bones and In flesh and blood.
His eyes fell on several of the files and he slowly stretched out his hand.
The mechanical prosthetic limb made of brass made a slightly rusty friction sound.
"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly shone with light, and there was unconcealable excitement in his voice, "It's actually hidden here... I've obviously been looking for it with Judge Vanna for so long!"
His fingers touched the books.
The sound of heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the old priest's low mutter: "Seven rows and six columns, seven rows and six columns..."
"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly shone with light. He stretched out his hand towards the gears, and the rusty creaking sound came from the brass mechanical prosthetic limbs. I’ve been looking for it for so long!]
…
His fingers were about to touch those books.
Heavy, slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves.
…
The old priest suddenly stopped.
He raised his head, his neck as stiff as rust. He quietly stared at the huge bookshelves in front of him that were neatly arranged and stretched out. He saw one gas lamp after another burning between the bookshelves, and the columns depicting waves were quietly Standing among the bookshelves.
The gentle sound of the waves suddenly sounded in the bottom of my heart, causing the old man's somewhat chaotic mind to suddenly wake up.
The protection of the archives has been activated? Who activated it? Why did it activate it? Is it you? When did you activate these protections? What are you doing here?
The old priest suddenly felt excited and suddenly instinctively raised his hand to touch the large-caliber revolver at his waist. The next second, he noticed something strange about his body.
The originally flexible arms became so stiff and heavy at some point, and the harsh friction of parts sounded like a pile of scrap metal that had been abandoned for many years and was crushing each other.
He looked at his mechanical prosthetic leg made of brass in surprise, but what he saw was a rusty arm. The patina and dirty liquid seeping from the metal seams soaked the entire limb, and his vision continued Moving down, he saw a pair of ragged clothes and a left leg that was constantly leaking black engine oil.
It felt like I had been trudging through this stall for several years.
The old priest stared blankly at the traces left on his body. The dust-covered memory finally loosened at this moment. He suddenly remembered many things, many distant things that seemed to have happened in his previous life - the inquisitor's visit, Investigation data, strange heretical worship records, the year of disappearance...
Then the inquisitor left the archives, and he stayed here, continuing to search for the missing 1885 records...
The gentle sound of the waves sounded again, a little more obvious than before, but it still seemed to be coming from another time and space through a thick curtain.
But it was the distant and ethereal sound of the waves that made the old priest's mind suddenly become clearer than before. As his memory loosened, his reason and judgment skills also quickly returned. The next second, he realized what might happen. things.
A huge vision - not an anomaly, not some supernatural being with malicious intent, not a mastermind or a supernatural phenomenon, but a huge vision!
The city-state of Puland is at the center of a huge vision!
"broken"
The old priest exclaimed, turned around and ran towards his post dragging his no longer agile body.
The next second, he stopped abruptly.
A strange black figure appeared in the archives at an unknown time.
In this closed room, the strange figure was holding a strange big black umbrella - as if to block the ubiquitous sunlight.
(Time to recommend books, I would like to recommend "The Resurrection of Trickery" by Xianyu Jihua, a world view with the background of the revival of mysterious and strange power. The author is also one of the book friends, everyone can support it~~)