Outside the door of the guard hut, on the path leading to the morgue, the pile of charcoal that barely maintained the outline of a human figure still remained in place. Several church guards were preparing to transfer the pile of remains into wooden boxes. When they saw "Gatekeeper
After the "person" and the cemetery guard appeared, they temporarily stopped.
Gatekeeper Agatha pointed to the pile of charred remains: "It should be him you saw yesterday - of course, what is left here at the moment is just a body, and the 'visitor' who once occupied this body has indeed left.
Already."
The old guard came to the wreckage, lowered his head and observed for a moment, frowning slightly: "He is..."
"If I am correct, one of the four cultists who disguised themselves as priests last night," Agatha said lightly, "this body died due to the symbiotic backlash of the deep demon."
The old guard looked solemn and silent. He didn't know what he was thinking about. After two minutes, he suddenly raised his head and said: "The body you sent last night..."
Agatha nodded, raised her hand and pointed in another direction: "It's over here, but its state... is a bit weirder."
Under the leadership of the gatekeeper, the old guard came to an open space at the edge of the morgue, where the processed "samples" and other key evidence to be returned to the cathedral were stored.
The old guard looked at what Agatha pointed to him in astonishment.
It was a bunch of large and small...glass jars.
"You mean...this is the body you sent yesterday? The 'restless one' who chatted with me in the coffin for a long time last night?" The old man stared at the pile of bottles and cans for a long time.
, finally couldn't help but turn around and look at Agatha suspiciously, "Just one night ago, he could even knock the wooden boards in the coffin with great energy!"
"That's right, but when the defenders found the pile, we had to use shovels to collect it and put it in cans as much as possible - only its outline and location were left.
It can be proven that this is indeed the deceased we sent to the cemetery last night." Agatha shook her head, "As you can see, it is a pile of semi-solid... mud, with some traces of biological tissue barely left.
The remaining biological traces are rapidly transforming into something like mud over time."
She paused and pointed to one of the largest jars.
"There used to be a few bones here, but now all that's left is this weird sticky substance."
The old guard frowned and stared at the strange substances in the glass jars.
Those that have no outline of biological tissue are dark red mixed with black and gray, like underwater mud.
If he hadn't known that the "gatekeeper" would not deceive him, he would never have been able to connect these things with the "restless one" who was nagging in the coffin yesterday.
"Okay, the deceased has turned into mud, and evil things always happen together." The old guard finally sighed, "Now that the matter is over, how should I explain all this to the family of the deceased? They will come.
I went to the cemetery to say goodbye to my loved ones, and then I told them that yesterday, a few Annihilation cultists sneaked in and caused trouble, and they also brought something that looked like a shadow from the subspace, so their family members turned into several jars of liquid for some reason?
"
"Oh, you don't have to worry about this anymore. Their families won't come to trouble you." Agatha just shook her head expressionlessly, "They have already completed the farewell ceremony at the No. 4 Cemetery next door. Then
A miner who fell into the shaft and died will be sent to the furnace as scheduled."
The old guard blinked and suddenly his expression became serious: "Did you forge the body to deceive the family of the deceased?"
"We haven't done this yet." Agatha said calmly.
"That……"
"We found another body - the worker who fell to death was found in the shaft at noon today. It is exactly the same as the body we sent here last night..."
The old guard stared, his expression slightly stiff.
After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform not far away - on that platform was the simple coffin that was sent to the cemetery last night.
Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the pile of creepy-looking glass jars in the sample storage area.
"...In the name of the God of Death, what exactly did you send yesterday?"
"We will investigate," Agatha said. There was little expression change on her face, but she was more or less serious at the moment. "The only thing that can be determined now is that the body sent to Cemetery No. 4 should be
'Really', it did not become restless, nor did it collapse or dissolve, and the body we sent here yesterday...was tampered with by extraordinary forces."
The old guard didn't speak for a while, but looked a little worried. At this moment, a church guard in black suddenly came from another path and came directly to Agatha.
The church guard whispered something quickly to Agatha, and then handed over a thick piece of paper.
Agatha glanced at the contents of the paper, her expression did not change, she just nodded slightly: "I know."
"What happened?" the old caretaker asked casually.
"Do you remember that four heretics entered your cemetery yesterday?" Agatha raised her head and handed the piece of paper directly to the old man, "You killed two of them, and one of them turned into charcoal outside your hut.
,Now, we have found the whereabouts of the last Annihilation cultist."
The old guard took the piece of paper and found that it turned out to be a photo.
Lying on the concrete floor somewhere, there was a pile of remains with only vaguely identifiable human outlines. The remains had obvious signs of charring - just like the pile of charcoal guarding the door of the hut.
Obviously, it was the backlash after the symbiosis between the deep demons was severed.
"It's that woman..." The old guard frowned and looked up at Agatha, "She's dead? How did she die? Where is she?"
"Two blocks away, in full view of everyone, this pile of debris suddenly fell onto the intersection," Agatha said. "Also there was a demon bird demon that was obviously out of control - the demon in reality.
The world lasted less than a few seconds before collapsing and disappearing, and passers-by at the scene called the police."
The old guard thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "I'm not an expert in this field. Just tell me your opinion."
"My opinion is that this heretic may have also seen the 'visitor' you saw last night - the eyes of the deep demon are more likely to see the 'reality', so her death bird went crazy and led her in madness.
He followed his master to escape into the Deep Depths," Agatha analyzed calmly. "Judging from the wreckage, this heretic was torn apart by other Deep Demons before being backlashed by the symbiosis contract. This was an unprotected fall into the Deep Depths.
Typical characteristics.”
The "gatekeeper" finished speaking calmly and exhaled softly.
She looked into the old guard's eyes.
"I feel... something is watching our city. The days to come may not be too peaceful."
…
Duncan arrived at the restaurant before evening.
Although I don’t know when it started, this restaurant seems to have become a place where the crew gathers and activities in their free time.
As soon as Duncan entered the door, he saw Morris correcting Nina's homework, while Nina was supervising Shirley, Agou and Alice's spelling words at another table not far away.
Fanna was sitting near the window of the restaurant, holding a church book and reading it seriously.
The atmosphere seems pretty good.
Duncan came directly to Morris and handed over a letter: "A letter from your wife."
"From Mary?" Morris stopped grading his homework and looked at the letter handed over by the captain with some surprise. Then he took out the letter opener he carried with him and opened the envelope while muttering, "I am in the letter.
As I said, there is no need to rush to reply."
"Anyway, the 'stamp' only requires a few French fries," Duncan said casually with a smile, "Let's take a look at what's written inside. Maybe it's something urgent."
Morris nodded, took out the letter and glanced at it quickly, and he frowned subconsciously.
"What did the letter say?" Duncan asked curiously, but then added, "There is no need to talk about private matters."
"...Brown Scott's second letter arrived, only three days before the first letter was sent." Morris did not hide it, but his tone was a little strange, "His mental state in the letter was obviously not good.
So true, Mary was worried that the letter contained something unclean and burned the original, but relayed the contents of the letter - Brown was very nervous and dissuaded me from getting close to the frost."
"...It seems that your friend has noticed some of the truth," Duncan said with a thoughtful expression after listening, "Unfortunately, my trip to investigate Hanshuang's situation did not go well, and I was unable to find out who your friend was.
Condition."
"Ah? You went to Hanshuang to investigate the situation?" Morris was suddenly startled and couldn't help but exclaimed, "When did you go?"
"Just last night," Duncan didn't hide anything. Anyway, everyone here is his own, "I borrowed a body - but it's a pity that I couldn't find out much information. It wasn't so troublesome last time in Pland."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a snap not far away.
Duncan and Morris looked around at the same time and saw the book in Vanna's hand falling to the ground.
The expression on Miss Inquisitor's face was somewhat strange.
Morris was a little worried: "...Fanna, are you okay?"
"She's fine," Duncan waved his hand and answered for Vanna, "She just has a little PTSD."