The pollution of the subspace will not subside on its own, just like justice will not seek to redress itself - Vanna knows this very well after fighting against the twisted shadows deep in the world for so many years.
If this church had been contaminated by subspace, and the nuns on duty in the church had all been defeated by the contamination, then the things that invaded here would never have died on their own - considering that the weird nun in the main hall of the church was "disabled"
"Ring" and the atmosphere in the entire Sixth District is not quite right. The door of the underground temple obviously failed to block the intruders here. So... where is the invading subspace force now?
Vanna raised the lantern in her hand, and the whale oil containing sacred power burned quietly in the lamp. Wherever the glow shone, everything in the underground temple came into her eyes, and the sharp blades slashing and bullets ricocheted all over the walls.
The traces were like words carved over and over again in time and space, calmly telling some secrets to her.
……Word?
Fanna suddenly frowned, and there seemed to be a flash of lightning in her heart.
If the nun who died in the underground church had foreseen her fate when the door was closed, would she have tried to leave some record in some way to warn subsequent investigators?
This is the response a well-trained priest should have!
"Check here again," she suddenly raised her head and loudly ordered the soldiers beside her, "all the marks, sword cuts, bullet marks, blood stains, all - this sister most likely left them before she died in the battle.
Some kind of message!"
"yes!"
The guards took action quickly, dispersed with lanterns in hand, and began to conduct a more detailed and targeted search in the underground temple that had been inspected.
Of course Fanna herself was not idle. After realizing that the dead nun might leave a message before her death, she returned to the place where she died, returned to the entrance of the underground church, and carefully checked the ground and ground near the door.
wall.
——She just completely smashed the door of the church, but she believed that there would be no message on that door, because the door of the church was part of the precision seal, and the door was engraved with the sacred symbol of the goddess. Leaving traces on it would
A nun would not do that to weaken the sanctuary's protection.
The nun holding the sharp sword still fell to the ground quietly, and the blood that had not yet solidified was slowly flowing under her body.
Fanna squatted down next to the other party's body and carefully examined the nun's whole body. Then based on the angle at which the nun fell when she broke in, she speculated on her posture and position when she died. She was in a most relevant position.
He bent down at the possible angle, opened the nun's clenched hand, and checked the condition of the long sword.
Suddenly, her movements stopped.
Vanna's eyes fell on the ground next to the nun.
There were a series of sword marks there, which at first glance seemed to be just messy carvings, as if they were marks made on the ground by a dying person who was holding the sword unsteadily.
In the previous inspections, Fanna and her subordinates had ignored these things, but this time, the young inquisitor finally realized that these seemingly messy scratches were actually scratches that had been severely distorted and then carved repeatedly.
I left a message several times.
"Here." She raised her head and shouted loudly to the guards who were searching everywhere. Then she lowered her gaze and carefully discerned the information in the sword marks.
After looking at it for a long time, she finally saw a few words:
"1885"
It was just a series of numbers.
The guards had gathered. They stood beside Vanna and they could distinguish this string of numbers from the sword marks. The short-bearded guard at the head obviously didn't understand the meaning of this string of characters. He looked at it in confusion.
To his superior: "Judge, these numbers...Judge?"
He saw the look of astonishment on Vanna's face - the latter's eyes widened the moment she saw the string of numbers, as if thunder exploded in her heart, which made this judge who always behaved calmly in front of his subordinates
I couldn't control my expression.
Fanna woke up to the screams of her subordinates. She took a deep breath and felt her heart pounding. The memory of searching for information alone in the archives also emerged. She recalled those weird things.
records of heretical worship, recalling the archives from 1889 onward, and the missing records of 1885...
All these memories finally focused on this underground temple, focusing on the messy sword marks in front of her: 1885.
"It was 1885... Before she died, she reminded us that she actually died in 1885..."
Vanna muttered softly to herself, but the guards around her looked at each other, one of them frowned: "But why does she emphasize this?"
"In order to prove that she did not die in 1889..." Fanna said subconsciously, but she suddenly reacted halfway through her words, with an incomprehensible expression on her face, "Yes... why did she specifically emphasize this year?"
...If she died in 1885, she would have no way of knowing that a disaster would happen in the city-state four years later..."
The young inquisitor fell into confusion. A large number of clues had emerged, and they seemed to be faintly integrated into one place. However, a huge ravine appeared in the middle, making it impossible for her to completely connect her thoughts.
If the number left by this nun is to indicate the year of her death, then this year must have a special meaning. The "warning" she wants to convey is hidden in this year, but... what kind of warning is it, it will be the same as 1885
Is there a "strong correlation" with this year?
Did the nun see something on her deathbed? Did she foresee that the 1885 record would disappear from the cathedral's archives? Or did she know why it disappeared?
Unfortunately, the truth has disappeared over the years with the cold blood. The moment the door of the underground church closed, the secrets that this nun knew were destined to be unknown to anyone. What she passed on to Vanna across time and space with her life was also
It's just this series of incomprehensible numbers.
Vanna raised her head and saw that the accompanying guards were focusing their eyes on her. Some of them showed not only concern, but also cautious observation.
"I have been to the cathedral archives before," she sorted out her thoughts and said to her subordinates. "In the archives, all the information from 1885 has disappeared for some reason. Now it seems that this year is definitely...
"
She stopped suddenly.
Scenes of searching for information in the archives somehow came to mind again, as if there was another force constantly reminding her, making her repeatedly recall those memories of walking among the huge bookshelves, and in these
While recalling the scene, she suddenly heard the gentle sound of waves.
Fanna slowly opened her eyes.
She still couldn't recall anything other than consulting the archives alone, but she had realized that there might be something wrong with her memory in the archives - her spiritual gifts were warning her, and the goddess was warning her too!
"Go back to the cathedral," she suddenly said to the subordinates beside her, "I want to go to the archives!"
The guards looked at each other, wondering for a moment why the judge was so nervous and serious, but they soon stopped hesitating and immediately accepted the order.
And just when these guards were about to leave, one of them looked down at the ground next to him, and suddenly exclaimed: "The words are disappearing!"
Vanna immediately followed the sound, and a subtle green color was reflected in her eyes.
Her breath hitched momentarily.
On the ground, the traces carved by the nun before she died are gradually disappearing, just like the pencil characters erased by an eraser on the paper. And where the sword marks disappear, there are green flames that are so subtle that they are almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
These "sparks" come from nowhere, as if they have been spreading in dimensions invisible to the naked eye, and now suddenly appear in the field of vision of real people.
Fanna is very familiar with these green sparks!
It was the owner of this flame who guided her to this church!
At this moment, endless conjectures emerged in her mind, about the Lost Home, about the Ghost Captain, and about subspace and the series of numbers "1885". However, all the conjectures did not match the ship.
No one can explain what role the ghost captain plays, and Fanna can't figure out why the other party's flames erased the traces in front of her at this time, but one thing she knows very well - this place
It was not advisable to stay long; she must return to the cathedral immediately.
In the blink of an eye, the traces on the ground disappeared, and the green firelight that came from nowhere gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Don't get close to this ground. Be careful that the flames are still spreading outside the visible range," Vanna reminded her subordinates. "Evacuate this church now - the second team will stay outside the church and stay in place."
Establish a blockade and wait for orders, the others will follow me back to the cathedral."
The guards all said in unison: "Yes!"
Fanna nodded, then thought for a moment, and then ordered: "In addition, notify the standby troops in nearby blocks... to seal off the entire sixth block."
In the main hall of the chapel, Vanna led the guards through.
One of the guards subconsciously glanced in the direction of the statue of the goddess, and suddenly exclaimed: "The praying 'nun' is also missing!"