Nemo Wilkins suddenly felt a slight dizziness, as if some invisible force had passed through his mind, and as if he suddenly woke up from a strange and light sleep, and was belatedly awakened.
In the middle, he suddenly raised his head and looked with some nervousness and vigilance at the old gentleman who always had a gentle expression and looked elegant and harmless.
Morris gave the "informant" a friendly and polite smile.
However, Nemo suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He had only now recalled that from the moment he entered the secret passage, the old man's eyes almost always stayed on him, as if searching his mind and traversing his memories.
Power was always entangled in his mind, and he had been unconsciously answering every question from these uninvited guests, and even almost exposed the situation of other contact points in the city-state!
Even if these uninvited guests hold Captain Tirian's tokens and know the secret code, he shouldn't be so careless! After all, these people suddenly appeared today. According to the rules, he should test them more.
!
The sharp change of expression on the "informant's" face was of course not hidden from Vanna's eyes. The latter took a step forward with a solemn and sincere expression: "Mr. Wilkins, relax, we are not enemies - we
The tokens and codes carried are indeed from Mr. Tirian, but for necessary security reasons, some tests were just conducted on you."
"Test...what test?" Nemo looked at the people in front of him warily, "What are you guys...about?"
"To put it simply, we suspect that a very wide-ranging cognitive pollution phenomenon has begun to spread in the city-state. This pollution will cause people to unconsciously produce false memories, lose accurate knowledge of the real world, and even become
He is an accomplice of the heresy without knowing it. We are not sure whether the informants Mr. Tirian left in the city are still reliable, so we can only conduct tests," Fanna explained with a serious expression, and then changed the subject, "As for us
The origin of...have you not received any news from Mr. Tirian?"
"The captain didn't explain in detail. He only said that he was a few trustworthy people," Nemo answered cautiously. "Forgive me for my doubts - he would never make such inexplicable arrangements before."
Morris thought for a while, understood, and looked at Duncan: "Oh, that may be because he didn't dare to reveal the identities of a few of us without your explicit permission, right?"
Permission? Captain Tirian dare not reveal his identity casually?
After listening to Morris' words, Nemo's expression suddenly became a little strange. He subconsciously looked at the weird man in black clothes and bandages. He obviously wanted to ask something but didn't know where to start.
Duncan didn't think much about it. He just nodded slightly: "Since we confirm that there is nothing wrong with this informant, there is no need to hide it."
As he spoke, he looked at Nemo and pointed at himself: "I am Tirian's father."
The Sea Fog spy named Nemo Wilkins was silent for a few seconds, and then he didn't know how to organize his thoughts in his head, and suddenly stared: "Don't insult the captain!"
Duncan: "..."
The atmosphere at the scene was a little awkward for a moment, and Vanna and Morris couldn't help but put their hands on their foreheads. Only Alice looked around and didn't seem to react. She said to the informant seriously: "It's true.
.”
Nemo obviously still wanted to speak, but this time before he spoke, Morris suddenly stepped forward and patted his shoulder: "Young man, think carefully before you speak - the great 'Iron Lieutenant General' mentioned
Ryan also has a father."
At this time, Nemo Wilkins suddenly noticed the subtlety in the atmosphere and woke up from the conversation just now. Then, he recalled the ancient legends about the Abnomar family, about
Captain Tyrion's family, about the Lost Home, about the dead soul wandering in the subspace - when he looked up at Duncan again, something was obviously wrong in his eyes.
"I came back from subspace," Duncan looked at him, his voice calm, "I came to help Tirian deal with some trouble."
Nemo thought for a moment, rolled his eyes, and fell to the sky.
However, Fanna next to her seemed to have been prepared. Before the informant fell down, she grabbed his arm with one hand, and then took out a whole bottle of refreshing essential oil with the other hand, flicking the stopper on the bottle.
Pour it directly into Nemo's nostrils.
The informant basically ran straight out.
"Ah... ah... sneeze! sneeze!" Nemo had completely woken up, and his nose was filled with the strong smell of ointment. He sneezed several times before he could stop it, and his nose was full of mucus.
He raised his head with tears in his eyes, sniffed and said nervously, "I...I..."
"Sorry - I forgot that the physique of ordinary people is worse than that of guardians," Fanna hid the glass bottle in her hand with some embarrassment, "but don't worry, this thing is harmless to the body."
Nemo took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the tears and snot from his face while calming down, and looked at Duncan in fear and hesitation: "Really...is it really you? Then...then what can I do for you?
…”
"You are now serving me," Duncan waved his hand, "Don't be so nervous, just tell me more about the situation in Frost City."
"Okay... okay," Nemo nodded repeatedly, and then sneezed a few more times before he calmed down, "Then what else do you want to ask?"
"Are you in contact with other informants in the city now?" Duncan asked, "What method do you usually use to communicate? Will you meet in this sewer system, or use more covert channels?"
"We rarely gather together," Nemo said while rubbing his nose, "mainly for safety reasons - after all, many of our members are closely connected to Uptown, and they need to be more hidden. In most cases, we
Information is exchanged through various secret channels, such as secret codes in newspapers, specific contact points, or relying on some 'messengers' for single-line communication.
"In fact, even we ourselves don't know how many of our own people there are in the city. Most informants only know the superiors and subordinates who are in contact with them or a few of their compatriots in the same area. The complete list only knows
In the hands of Captain Tirian and Mr. Aiden. I am considered the 'connector' on my level. I have a slightly larger list of personnel, but it cannot exceed ten people..."
Listening to Nemo's story, Vanna couldn't help but nodded slightly: "It's a very cautious and effective form of lurking. Most of the cultists who deal with the guardians are not so professional."
"After all, this is Tirian's business for half a century," Duncan said casually, and then looked at Nemo, "Are you the only one permanently stationed at this contact point?"
"There are two more people," Nemo nodded, "a guy nicknamed 'Crow', who should be patrolling the nearby passage at this time, and an old man who spends most of his time in the abandoned plumbing room -
—Even I don’t know his real name, we all call him ‘Old Ghost’.”
Duncan exchanged glances with Vanna and Morris.
Nemo Wilkins appeared to be unaffected by cognitive interference, but others who came into contact with him did not necessarily.
"Let's go say hello, too," Duncan nodded and said, "Where is the plumbing room?"
"Right here," Nemo said as he raised his hand and pointed to the right of the fork in front of the road, "is the temporary resting place for the maintenance personnel of the Second Waterway. I will take you there."
The informant walked forward, and on the way, he began to introduce the situation of the "old ghost" to Duncan and others.
"...He is over seventy this year, almost the oldest among us. My grandfather used to work with him, when it was still the Queen's era...
"The old ghost is not very clear-headed, but as long as it involves the connecting sections of the gas pipeline and the second waterway, he never makes a mistake. The additional gas pipeline we added here was built by him and his people - secretly from the upper main pipe.
Taking over a branch road and ensuring safety without being discovered at the same time is not a job that ordinary people can do...
"The old ghost rarely goes to the ground. He spends most of his time down here. Sometimes after drinking, he will brag to us about what happened back then. He said that he was the engineer of the Second Waterway decades ago. At that time
The Queen even personally awarded him a medal - but to be honest, few of his words are credible. I have also seen his medal before. It was just a piece of iron with nothing on it. It was obviously from a corner.
Picked up...
"Well, he probably inhaled too much poisonous gas when he retreated to the Second Waterway - I told you, right? Fifty years ago, the last Queen's Guards blocked the Second Waterway when they retreated. At that time, the shaft collapsed, and there were
Part of the poisonous gas floated down from the upper level, and some craftsmen loyal to the queen ran to seal the leaks. The old ghost seems to be one of them. It is said that his mind has not been normal since then."
"If he suddenly yells at you about the queen later, don't mind...he didn't mean it."
With Nemo Wilkins chattering all the way, Duncan and others quickly bypassed the fork in the road and arrived at a rusty iron gate near the sewer junction.
Nemo stepped forward and knocked on the door, said hello inside, and then pushed the door open: "Old ghost, a guest is here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse but loud voice came from the door——