Except for the room where Brown Scott was last located, nothing unusual was found in the entire house.
In fact, even the room that was "contaminated" by the gray-black mud did not have any extraordinary shadow left - apart from the visual shock brought by those weird mud substances, there was no trace of anything in this building.
Extraordinary power.
Everything that is not of this world has left with the disappearance of Brown Scott.
On the first floor of the house, Garoni was still asleep. The tall Senjin man with stone-like skin was leaning on the corner of the sofa, sleeping calmly and calmly, with a relaxed look on his face.
In her sleep, she was still a student studying under her teacher, and she was still living a peaceful life. Her knowledgeable and kind teacher had just finished his many years of travel and had returned home recently. He wanted to tell her a lot about distant places.
Things that happened.
"It would be great if Heidi was here. She would prepare some potions that would at least make the girl feel better after she wakes up." Morris looked down at Garoni on the sofa with a complicated expression, "I can see that.
, she has a great relationship with Brown."
"...The haze will always pass," Duncan said. He was silent for a moment. He rummaged in his pocket and took out a small crystal pendant. He put it to his mouth and whispered something, then stuffed it away.
In the hands of Garoni, "Have a good dream, everything will be fine."
Morris watched Duncan's actions quietly. After a long time, he finally couldn't help but said, "Did you bring these pendants here?"
"...I bought too much last time, and I really can't sell the remaining half of the box. No one wants to give it away," Duncan said expressionlessly (mainly because the bandage was blocking it) and his tone was flat, "I just thought about finding opportunities when I travel later.
Give them all away...do you want one?"
"No, thank you," Morris quickly waved his hand, "I'm not suitable for this kind of women's jewelry."
"Oh, that's right."
…
The cold wind blew through the dark and silent alleys at night. In the light swept by the gas lamps at the intersection, Fanna paid attention to the movements around her with alert eyes.
Alice stood beside her and looked around in a decent manner - but it was obvious that she had no idea what Vanna was paying attention to.
"The street is very quiet, there's no one around." Probably because she was not used to this too silent and depressing environment, Miss Doll finally couldn't help but said, "Miss Fanna, what have you been looking at?"
Vanna's tone was calm: "Some extraordinary beings may appear, or suspicious shadows lingering around that building, if there are any."
"Ah?" Alice was stunned, "Will there be one?"
"...Why do you think Mr. Duncan asked us to wait outside?"
Alice thought for a moment: "Don't you think you think I'm causing trouble?"
Fanna: "...you are right."
She felt that it was difficult for her to explain clearly to this solid head, so she simply stopped explaining.
But she herself understands the significance of following here.
There is a "replica" that has returned from the deep sea and has been active in the city-state for many days, and that replica lives in the building not far away - those Annihilation cultists who follow the Holy Lord of the Deep cannot possibly understand this matter.
No response.
It's even possible that they were behind this.
Mr. Duncan and Mr. Morris went to investigate the situation inside that house. They were both investigating and seducing-will there be cultists paying attention to this place? Will the power that sends "Brown Scott" back?
Is there anything unusual tonight? Is there a shadow lingering in this street? Can the shadow still survive when an uninvited guest appears?
Fanna controlled her breathing and heartbeat, restrained her breath and strength, and after confirming that there was still no movement on the street, she once again hid herself in the shadow of the building.
Then she saw Alice next to her suddenly remembering something and leaning forward - then the doll raised her hand, held her head and shook it, then pulled it out with a "pop", and then
Holding the wall with one hand and raising his head with the other, he was dangling in the corner facing the outside.
Even the experienced inquisitor couldn't control his eyeballs trembling when he saw this scene. Fanna stared and lowered her voice: "What are you doing?!"
Alice finished shaking her head in the corner, and when she heard Vanna's voice, she quickly took her head back and put it back with a "bo'er" sound, with an innocent look on her face: "Let me see what's happening on the other side..."
"Next time you have such a plan, go ahead..." Fanna glared at the puppet opposite, but she swallowed her words halfway and waved her hands with a tired look, "Forget it, don't worry about it."
Alice looked confused, but just as she was about to speak, she seemed to feel something again, and couldn't help but glance outside: "Miss Vanna, I always feel... there seems to be someone nearby, but I can't see anyone."
"Is there someone nearby?" Vanna instantly became alert. She did not relax and be careless at this moment because of Alice's usual unreliable behavior. Instead, she immediately tightened her nerves and asked in a low voice while sensing the surrounding atmosphere.
"What position?"
"Diagonally opposite, under the streetlight," Alice whispered, even squatting on the ground to show her caution, and raising her finger to point outside the alley, "But I only saw lines, not people.
"
Fanna didn't react at first. She just looked in the direction of Alice's finger. After two seconds, she suddenly froze and looked back at Miss Doll: "Thread? What thread?"
"It's just the threads on the human body. Everyone has them, the kind that float from the body to the sky," Alice gestured and said matter-of-factly, "There are them on the back of the head, and also on the hands and feet..."
At this point, she suddenly paused and added: "Oh, by the way, Mr. Duncan doesn't have it - but he is Mr. Duncan, so it's normal..."
As Alice spoke, her voice finally stopped hesitantly.
As slow as she was, she finally noticed the strange expression on Fanna's face.
"...Can't you see?" The doll hesitated for a moment and thought of the only explanation, "Well, then I won't laugh at you. The captain said that people's eyes are different..."
"...I can't see, but now is not the time to talk about this," Fanna suddenly woke up and forced her attention to the street lamp not far away, "Are those wires still there?"
She knows her priorities.
Alice can see invisible "threads" floating on human beings, and she has always taken it for granted that this is a normal phenomenon, and that others can also see it. It is so natural that this matter has not happened to her until now.
Suddenly exposed with a casual sentence - this may be her special power as Anomaly 099, or there may be a more complicated and weird explanation behind it, but in any case, these things should not be studied now.
Someone is hiding nearby, and now he or they are exposed to the doll's sight - that's what matters.
"It's still there, and it's shaking slightly from side to side," Alice raised her head and glanced at the street lamp diagonally opposite, reporting in a low voice, but then she frowned again, "Ah, it seems like a few are missing?"
"How many are missing?" Fanna's heart suddenly trembled, and the next second, vigilance rose in her heart. The combat intuition she had honed over the years and the premonition of crisis given by the goddess exploded in her perception at the same time, making her look suddenly.
Somewhere deep in the streets.
In a strange shadow that cannot be illuminated by street lights, a dark creeping shadow suddenly appears!
Almost instantly, a rugged skeletal shadow appeared there, and what emerged immediately after was a deformed monster connected to the skeletal shadow through chains——
It was a person, or at least it was still a person in outline. However, his body had already been twisted and swollen into a shocking state. His skin was scorched and curled as if it had been burned by fire, and his bones proliferated in disorder, forming a patch of blood on the body surface.
A piece of discontinuous bone plate and sharp bone spurs protruded and extended on his back, like the remains of some kind of deep sea monster. And where the face should have been, only a hollow depression could be seen.
There was a dark red glow inside.
After just one face-to-face encounter, Fanna realized what it was - an annihilation priest who had achieved deep symbiosis with the deep demon and had "purified" his body to an extremely high level.
Annihilation cultists regard their own flesh and blood as a prison created by the gods, and their way of loyalty to the Holy Lord Netherworld is to constantly use demonic power to transform their bodies and "purify" their own forms. This process will leave them with
Producing more and more demonic characteristics, making them less and less like humans - Annihilation cultists who have been purified to a certain extent, their limbs have mutated to the point where they cannot return to human form even with temporary transformation spells, and they can no longer be in human form.
For social activities, they can only rely on lower-level believers for support, but in contrast, they will also gain stronger power and a stronger and more direct connection with the deep sea.
These cultists are indeed staring at this place!
This thought flashed through Vanna's mind, and at the same moment, her body jumped high.
In order to move around the city-state, she did not carry the blessed steel sword.
But for the loyal priests of the Storm Goddess, the "sword" is such an inconvenience.
The air was compressing, the water vapor was condensing, and the breath of the sea and wind was instantly compressed into a sharp ice blade in her hands - it was ready to be used.