Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 195 Pass

Fanna returned to the archives again.

Even though she herself didn't know why she came back here, an inexplicable sense of disobedience and crisis was like an invisible shadow chasing after her, which made her subconsciously recall the details of searching for materials in the archives , and always feel that I seem to have forgotten something.

Of course, another reason for her to return to the archives was that there was nowhere else to go right now anyway.

Due to the continuous strengthening of the connection with the Lost Home, she is actually in a state of being watched around the clock now-she is still the judge of the city-state of Purland, but this is only because no one can replace her important duties at this moment, She was therefore obliged to remain in the cathedral at all times except for essential attendance.

The encounter with "Captain Duncan" in the dream made people anxious, and the clues found in the small church in the sixth street also made people uneasy. In the quiet and sacred archives, she can more or less shield the eyes of her surroundings And distraction, let yourself breathe a sigh of relief.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty archives. Row after row of tall bookshelves that reached the ceiling stood quietly in sight like giants. Those ancient files slept quietly on the bookshelves, overlooking from top to bottom. A young inquisitor passing by in the aisle.

Fan Na raised her head, looked at the bookshelves that stretched out in her sight, and recalled the experience of searching for materials here last time, while a middle-aged priest in charge of managing files quietly followed behind her. In the distance, the lantern in the priest's hand exudes a warm and soft light.

Entered the archives, searched for materials in 1889, found suspicious traces of heresy sacrifices, used this as a clue to expand the search, found records of heresy sacrifices between 1889, and finally noticed the abnormal situation in which the corresponding files disappeared in 1885...

These memories were sorted out in her mind over and over again, and Fan Na couldn't remember how many times she had recalled these things. They were so clearly presented in her mind at this moment, flawless from beginning to end, without any omissions or distortions. trace.

Ke Fanna frowned a little bit.

The young judge stopped suddenly, and the middle-aged priest who followed her also stopped.

"Your Excellency, Judge?" The middle-aged man's voice sounded from behind.

Something is wrong, something is wrong... I must not have searched for the information alone at the time, there must be someone accompanying me... But who is it?

Fan Na didn't seem to hear the voice behind her, she just frowned and tried hard to think. She thought of the small church in the sixth street, and the nun who died in battle in the small church in 1885—the The church disappeared from everyone's sight, and even Bishop Valentine forgot its existence for many years, what a similar situation...

I also had a similar "forgetfulness", everyone forgot the same thing, so I couldn't detect the void in my memory, and no one else could remind me... But what did I forget, and from what When did you start to forget?

"Your Excellency, Judge?" The middle-aged priest's voice came from behind again.

Fan Na felt the power of the storm gathering, and the middle-aged priest's hand approached his waist calmly.

"How long have you been an administrator here?" Fan Na said suddenly.

The force of the storm dissipated, the middle-aged priest put his hand down again, and lowered his head slightly: "It's been seven years——I've been here since I retired."

"Shouldn't you be the only administrator here?" Fan Na asked again.

"There are two, and there is a lady who is older than me. She is in charge of the night watch and has also retired from the Guardian army."

Fan Na seemed to be chatting, as she continued to walk slowly among the bookshelves, she casually said, "The two of you...can you get busy?"

"It's still busy. There are actually not many things that the archives administrators have to do. There are guards everywhere, and there are servants and apprentice monks for the work of moving and sorting. They are only needed when creating files and accessing them." We handle it ourselves—and most of the information here is stored and will not be 'moved', so the workload is very small," the middle-aged priest explained earnestly, "It's just because the position of administrator needs to stay for a long time The museum is surrounded by books, so there must be a strong-willed and experienced priest in charge, no matter how little the workload is, it is very important.”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged priest paused, and added: "Of course, after all, there are only two people, and it will be more troublesome in case of special circumstances. I always think that it is better to add another person. It is more reasonable for three people to work in shifts." .”

"Three people work in shifts..." Fan Na whispered to herself, and then asked, "Is the file from 1885 still missing?"

"Yes, I still haven't found it," the middle-aged priest shook his head, "After you mentioned the abnormal situation here, we organized a manual inspection of the entire archives, mobilized hundreds of servants and apprentice monks, but found nothing .”

Fan Na hummed, and said no more, she just stood quietly in front of one of the bookshelves, lost in thought, and her silence made the priest behind her nervous.

Fan Na sensed the nervousness of the other party, smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry so much, I just met that ghost captain once, and I haven't lost my mind yet, and there are countless pairs of eyes and detectives inside and outside the archives. The measuring device is watching, and once I notice something abnormal, I will warn the police as soon as possible-I still have this professionalism."

"Please forgive me," the middle-aged priest sighed, "I have seen too many comrades-in-arms disappear forever in this world in a single carelessness."

Fanna didn't say a word, she looked at the end of the bookshelf, which is where the archivist usually stays - she went around the big bookshelves, and returned to the entrance.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a slightly stooped figure sitting there.

The young Inquisitor suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The figure disappeared.

The middle-aged priest noticed something: "Your Excellency, what did you find?"

"Maybe I misread it... No, let's go and have a look."

Fan Na hastily put down a sentence, and before the other party could respond, she stepped forward. She walked faster and faster, and finally ran to the huge curved table with a few steps, and then carefully looked at the table with a large amount of money inside. A table with complicated organs.

There is no one at the table, and the few things on the table can be seen at a glance.

Fan Na walked around behind the table and looked up and down.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw something—several scattered small parts, which were randomly discarded behind a baffle on the edge of the table. Contour judgment... that seems to be part of a mechanical Rubik's Cube.

For some reason, the moment Fanna saw these parts, she seemed to smell a strange smell... It smelled like incense mixed with mechanical grease, and there was also a pungent smell of burnt things.

The middle-aged priest with a lantern also followed, followed Fan Na's line of sight curiously, and made a puzzled voice: "These things... who threw them here?"

"There are traces on the table." Fan Na has already found some other clues beside those parts. It looks like some oil stains, but after careful identification, it looks like a conscious picture.

She felt her heart pounding, and there seemed to be piercing noises echoing repeatedly in her head, and even the edge of her vision began to tremble uneasy, as if a fire was burning and jumping between those swaying lights and shadows, but these extremely uncomfortable feelings were not only gone. It brought panic, but it made her a little excited-the spirit was beating, she was observing and contacting the extraordinary traces, the clues she was looking for... It really was in this archive!

Silently reciting the name of the storm goddess Gemona, Fanna stretched out her hand to the side: "Use the lantern."

The middle-aged priest immediately handed over the "administrator's lantern" that was protected by runes and used holy oil as fuel: "Here you are."

Fan Na took the lantern, and carefully brought the light closer to the oil-stained tabletop. Under the light, it seemed that some fine smoke or mist appeared out of thin air and then quickly faded away. Between the light and shadow brought by the flame, she Finally saw the "smudge".

It was dark red blood, as if a dying person dipped his trembling fingers in his own blood and drew on the table. It looked like a cluster of bonfires, with a column-like thing standing in the center of the bonfire.

That is not any kind of sacred symbol used by the Church of the Deep Sea, nor is it any kind of blessing from the Goddess of Storms, Gamona.

However, Vanna still recognized the symbol—it was the mark of the fire bearer.

Fire bearer?Why does the imprint of the fire bearer appear in the church of the Deep Sea Church?

Fan Na was suddenly puzzled. Although the four righteous gods were indeed in the same camp, and there were many cooperative relationships among the churches of the four gods, they all had different belief systems after all. None of them will appear in the sanctuaries of other churches, but why... the mark of the flame bearer will appear here?

The fire bearer...the small church in the sixth block...the forgotten people, the forgotten things, another Prand hidden in the real world...

Fan Na's breathing suddenly became a little short, and at this moment, she finally understood.

This symbol is a warning, the only message left to reality by a Guardian who has been forgotten by all, on his lonely battlefield.

"Someone pollutes history!"

The young judge suddenly exclaimed loudly, and suddenly turned his head to look at the middle-aged priest who was following behind him.

The archives are empty.

It seemed that from the very beginning, she was the only one here.

(End of this chapter)