Deep Sea Embers

It was still sunny in the morning, but now the sky is gloomy again for some reason—grey clouds and mist cover the city-state of Pratland from top to bottom, and the bell tower and chimneys in the distance seem to be against this misty background It turned into shadowy ink, and the cold wind blew in bursts, and the direction of the wind was turbulent.

Two cars drove out of the Underwood family's mansion, one of them drove straight onto the boulevard and sped towards the city center, while the other turned to the shortcut path leading to the downtown area. Down to the distance.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Morris carefully steered the vehicle on the path while looking out at the weather outside.

The sky was a little more gloomy than before, and the chaotic wind was almost howling, rolling and flapping the colorful flags on several nearby towers.

The sudden bad weather made him feel a little uncomfortable, and it also reminded him of the situation when he went to that antique shop last time.

The weather seemed to be just as bad.

The old man raised his right hand and patted his forehead to refresh himself. At the same time, he glanced at the string of stones on his wrist out of the corner of his eye.

Between the exquisitely structured knots, there are only four colored stones left. These blessed stones shone faintly in the dim light of the sky, carrying an atmosphere that calms the soul.

Raheem's protection can temporarily save the scholars' lives in the face of knowledge beyond comprehension, but this protection has only limited effectiveness in the face of the truly dangerous shadow of the subspace. Morris doesn't know what will happen when he goes to the antique shop this time Things are waiting for him, and he doesn't know if these stones can still protect him like last time.

But he still set foot on the road to the antique shop.

As long as you control your curiosity, as long as you don't open your "eye of reality", as long as you don't desperately observe Mr. Duncan and all kinds of things around him, you will be safe - the shadow of the subspace is friendly (although This is unbelievable), as long as her side does not cross the line, then she will not harm herself.

She might even be able to help.

Morris took a deep breath, slowly calming down his pounding heart.

He knew that he had touched some terrible truths under the peaceful appearance of the city-state, and as a historian, he had roughly guessed what the truth was, but he did not choose to report the matter to the church himself, but ran to To an indescribable being from the Warp.

This is unquestionably rebellious and even heretical.

But he still made this bold decision.

Heidi has already gone to the cathedral. Her act of seeking asylum and the cryptic message sent by her should have aroused the vigilance of Bishop Valentine. Having fulfilled his duty to warn the church, he is now going to the antique shop—taking the three paths at the same time can at least increase the chance of success.

Something might have happened to Fanna, and she is the judge of the Church of the Deep Sea, even she could have an accident, which made Morris dare not put all his hopes on the church.

I just hope that at least the cathedral itself has not fallen, and I hope... that I made the right choice to let Heidi go to the cathedral to seek asylum and warn the police. …

A thunder suddenly sounded, and after a loud bang, there was a noisy sound in the distance.

Morris, who was thinking about the problem while driving, was taken aback by the sudden movement. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the noise, and vaguely saw a thick cloud over a building in the distance. Smoke rises.

It seemed that lightning had ignited the roof—bad weather, bad luck.

The building was in the direction he was heading, and Morris couldn't help muttering a curse, then chose another side road and drove into it.

However, he didn't drive for long when he saw several crazy wolf dogs suddenly jumping out from the alley in front of him, and a drunk man followed behind those crazy dogs holding a stick. The car that entered the alley rushed up cursingly, waving the stick in its hand indiscriminately, as if it wanted to come up to intercept it.

"Where is the lunatic who came out..." Morrison frowned, and honked the horn vigorously, trying to make the drunk man sober and get out of the way, but the other party heard the horn sound
Instead, he ignored it even more, rushed to the front of the car while cursing repeatedly, swung a stick and smashed it on the machine cover.

Morris was startled by the bang, and seemed to have a sudden reaction. He immediately stared into the drunk man's eyes, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Modazolo's geometric law!"

The vast and chaotic knowledge and memory suddenly poured into the drunk man's mind, and set off a short-term thinking storm in his superficial consciousness. The reckless man probably doesn't even use addition and subtraction with more than two digits often. , So suddenly let out a cry of pain and panic, and ran away frantically.

Morris immediately restarted the car, passed the mad dogs that were still barking wildly on the side of the road, and rushed to the increasingly gloomy street ahead.

After getting rid of the temporary trouble, Morris's face did not relax at all, and a sudden big ditch appeared in his vision, and a steam pipe beside the road burst suddenly, and after the hot air blocked the way, his terrible The feeling was finally confirmed.

It wasn't that the weather suddenly turned bad, it wasn't that trouble popped up suddenly, it wasn't that I had bad luck today.

Something is stopping me—stopping myself, the "truth-seeker," from moving on.

This is not a strong obstruction, nor is it a direct fatal threat. A series of unexpected events are more like some kind of "stress response", like an automatic warning rule.

How does this vigilance rule work? How did "they" find themselves?Is it because of my own "awakening"?Or a specific action?
I was only vaguely aware of the truth, and did not directly confront the mastermind behind the scenes, so I encountered this series of "obstructions", so what about Fanna?What exactly did she discover, and what did she encounter, that caused the whole person to disappear into the dimension of reality?

Morris silently recited Raheem's holy name. Out of the corner of his eye, he confirmed several colored stones on his wrist. He drove around the obstacles in front of him and chose a road leading to the fourth block. @See the latest chapter of the deep sea.

On the open and straight road, how do "they" plan to hinder themselves? …

Morris blinked, and suddenly, he saw a figure other than himself in the rearview mirror.

A "person" wearing a tattered ascetic robe, skinny and shriveled like a skeleton, with a grotesque smile on his face is sitting in the back seat. Through the reflection in the rearview mirror, this dry and weird person is staring at Morris s eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morris," said the dry and strange figure suddenly, but he was still very polite, "Where are you going?"

"I should have thought... when Mr. Duncan and I discussed the 'Wilhelm arraignment incident,' I should have thought that it was you so-called 'preachers...'" Morris slammed on the brakes and turned slightly. He turned around and looked at the figure sitting behind him, "... When did you sneak into this car?"

"It's hard to say, it may have been yesterday, or it may have been 1889—when you and your wife just bought this car," the skinny man seemed to be smiling, and the shriveled flesh on his face was wrinkled Tuan, "You are in such a hurry, do you have something important to do?"

Morris returned silence, but the skinny final preacher didn't take it seriously, and just continued to say politely: "No matter where you are going, forgive me for not letting me go-but I won't take your life, after all, no matter what How, you also prayed to the subspace during that fire, let’s count as half of our compatriots... Ah, you don’t know who you prayed to at that time, do you?”

Morris' face suddenly changed twice, and finally turned into a wry smile: "I see..."

"As we often say, the subspace is the promised land. It will respond to all the wishes of all living beings and grant fulfillment fairly..." Finally, the preacher raised a hand, said reverently and gently, and then looked It fell on Morris, "What are you going to do next? Try to expel me? I have learned about the power given to believers by the God of Wisdom. It is said that your words can turn knowledge and memory into power, so that the words spoken Become as powerful as a bullet, I really want to see..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

A series of six deafening gunshots exploded in the car, and before the preacher could finish speaking, he was shot dead by a large-caliber revolver.

A dead body with two shots in the heart and one in the forehead.

The shriveled body quickly turned into pale pieces, and then drifted away with the wind like dust.

Morris took out his right hand from the angle covered by the seat beside him, a revolver still smoking.

"I've got bullets, what am I talking to you about..."

The old scholar muttered a few words, replaced the bullets in the revolver, and started the car again at the same time.

He knew that his journey was still difficult, and there might be something blocking him ahead—killing a terminal missionary who couldn't use his brain would not end all of this.

This final preacher might even continue to pester him tomorrow—since this guy dared to get into this car, it meant that he didn't care about dying at this moment at all.