Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 171
After a long time, Fan Na looked away from the car window.

The main purpose of her coming here today was to investigate the small church, but after entering the sixth street, she noticed that the atmosphere in the whole area was not normal, which made her faintly feel... Maybe every inch of this block It is necessary to investigate.

After pondering for a while, she stretched out her hand and picked up a thick stack of documents on the seat next to her.

This is the file she asked for from the city hall before the operation—using the authority of the judge and the relevant regulations in the "Special Execution Regulations for Abnormal Events", she got all the municipalities related to the Sixth Street in the past few years. For the record, she had already read some of the materials 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 unsolved or important cases. On the contrary, what Fan Na wants to come over are the simplest and most basic things——

Gas meter records, payment of electricity bills, taxation of shops, water supply, heat supply, garbage disposal, security patrols...

As the pages flipped, Fan Na's eyes quickly swept across the documents.

If we talk about what kind of "case-handling experience" the life of a judge has given her in the past few years, then one of them is absolutely crucial——

The most ordinary daily life in the market often hides clues of extraordinary visions.

Surrounded by the boundless sea, the human world is full of anomalies and visions. Under the eyes of these things that threaten all living beings, the peaceful "daily life" in the city-state is the greatest treasure in this world. Ordinary people in Puland 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, a hawker on the street, and a good night before going to bed, these are all continuous miracles.

It is a superb view built by ordinary people in this crumbling world for 1 years.

Any intrusion of extraordinary visions will leave scratches on this superb scene.

"Did you find anything wrong?" The voice of the guard who was driving came from the front seat of the car. The young church warrior noticed Fanna's slightly frowned brows, "The municipal records are missing?"

"On the contrary, all the municipal files are complete." Fan Na shook her head lightly. "The water, electricity, heating, and sewage records are all there, and they are maintained at a very balanced value, which is very reasonable."

"Then your expression..."

"There is no security case," Fan Na slightly raised her eyelids. "There are no security cases. In addition, the newborn records are also blank, and the resident death records are also blank."

The guard who was driving opened his eyes slightly, and in the rearview mirror, Fan Na could see the incredible expression on the young man's face.

"Obviously abnormal, isn't it?" Fan Na said softly, "For so many years, the population of a block has not increased or decreased, and there has not been a single security incident, not even a fight. Not to this extent, but all the water, electricity and heating records are there, giving people the feeling that..."

She paused and looked out of the window: "It seems that all the residents here are a group of docile phantoms... They live quietly in this circled place, neither increasing nor decreasing, there is no internal conflict, external There is no communication, just quietly carrying out normal 'resource consumption', regularly feeding back a signal to the city hall that 'everything is as usual here'. And it is obviously so wrong that no one has paid attention to it for so many years."

The inside of the car became quiet, only the muffled sound of the steam core running could be heard. After an unknown period of time, Fan Na suddenly felt the body shake.

"Here comes the chapel."

Fanna raised her head and saw that outside the car window was the community church that had disappeared from the "sight" of the cathedral 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.

Fanna couldn't help reappearing those burning ghost flames and the gloomy and majestic figure that was always frozen in the center of her vision. The next second, she immediately took a deep breath and silently recited the words of the storm goddess Gemona. Holy Name, take up your weapon, push the door and get out of the car.

A gust of cold wind blew from the end of the street, and rolled up the dry leaves on the side of the road. The guards in black followed the judge and cautiously approached the deserted chapel.

Fallen leaves crunched underfoot, sounding like flames crackling rotten wood.

A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from overhead, and Fanna raised her head amidst the fluttering leaves, and saw a white dove fluttering down on the steeple of the church.

The pigeon tilted its head, and seemed to be curiously watching the guards who were moving around.

"White dove...does it indicate a good omen for a calm sea..." For some reason, Fan Na suddenly had this weird thought in her heart, and then ignored the dove that came suddenly, stepped forward and gently pushed away 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.

"Hi sister, no one has been to this church for a long time..."

The gentle voice of the nun reached the ears of the guards.

……

One gas lamp after another was neatly arranged among the bookshelves, the bright lights dispelled the shadows between these ancient volumes, the slightly heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the old priest's low grunt Voice:
"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 this giant-like bookshelf quietly looking down on him, and the files that carried the city-state's historical memory 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 forward.

The mechanical prosthesis made of brass made a slightly rusty friction sound.

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly shone brightly, and his tone was filled with unconcealable excitement, "It's actually hidden here... Obviously, I have been looking for it for so long with Judge Fanna!"

His fingers touched those few documents.

The heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the old priest's deep grunt: "Seven rows and six rows, seven rows and six rows..."

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly shone, and he stretched out his hand to the files, and the rusty creaking sound came from the mechanical prosthesis made of brass, "Is it hidden here? We've been looking for it for so long!"

His fingers were about to touch those books.

The sound of heavy, slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves.

……

The old priest stopped suddenly.

He raised his head, his neck was as stiff as rust, and he quietly stared at the huge bookshelves stretching out neatly in front of him, seeing one after another gas lamp burning between the bookshelves, and the pillars depicting the pattern of waves were quietly Standing among the bookshelves.

The gentle sound of waves suddenly sounded in the bottom of my heart, which made the old man's somewhat chaotic mind suddenly sober.

The protection of the archives is activated?Who started it?Why start?Is it yourself?When did you activate these protections?What are you doing here?
The old priest was shocked for a moment, and suddenly instinctively raised his hand to touch the large-caliber revolver at his waist, and in the next second, he noticed the abnormality in his body.

The originally flexible arm became so stiff and heavy at some point, and the ear-piercing sound of parts rubbing against each other sounded like a pile of broken copper and iron that had been abandoned for many years were crushing each other.

He looked at his mechanical prosthetic limb made of brass in surprise, but what he saw was a rusty arm, the patina and the dirty liquid seeping from the metal joints soaked the whole limb, and the sight continued Moving down, what he saw was a ragged suit and a left leg that was oozing black motor oil.

It seems that I have been trekking in this archive for several years.

The old priest stared blankly at these traces left on his body. At this moment, the dusty memory was finally loosened. He suddenly remembered many things, many distant things that seemed to have happened in his previous life—the judge’s visit, Investigation data, weird records of heresy worship, the year of disappearance...

Then the Inquisitor left the archives, and he stayed here, continuing to search for the missing 1885 record...

The gentle sound of the waves sounded again, a little more obvious than before, but it still seemed to be separated by a thick curtain, as if it came from another time and space.

But it was the distant and ethereal sound of the waves that made the old priest's mind suddenly clearer than before. With the loosening of his memory, his reason and judgment were also rapidly returning. In the next second, he realized what might happen things.

A gigantic anomaly—not an anomaly, not some otherworldly being with malevolence, not a mastermind or a paranormal event, but a gigantic anomaly!

The Puland city-state is at the center of a huge vision!

"broken!"

The old priest exclaimed, turned around and ran to his post dragging his inflexible body.

In the next second, he stopped abruptly.

A strange black figure appeared in the archives at some unknown time.

In this closed room, that weird figure was holding a weird big black umbrella—as if to block the ubiquitous sunlight.

(Time to push the book, a friendly recommendation from Xianyu Zhihua's "Recovery of Tricks", the background world view of the recovery of mysterious and strange powers, the author is also one of the book friends, everyone can support it~~)

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