Deep Sea Embers

The interior of this antique shop was just as Duncan had guessed—it was full of mess, decadence, and miserable business. Even just looking at the dust accumulated near the window, visitors could imagine that the owner here had put his own What a terrible life.

The first thing he saw was the storage table near the walls on both sides. The low and stable table was placed with large vases, statues and totem-like things of unknown meaning. It is used to place relatively small "goods". The counter is located directly opposite the door. It is a long bar. The shelves behind the counter are also a bit dusty, filled with dark picture frames and small ornaments.

Behind the counter, you can also see a staircase leading to the second floor, which is drowsy and can't see the structure temporarily.

There is also a small door under the stairs, in "memory", that door should lead to the warehouse at the back of the store - half of the space inside is full of debris.

It was hard to imagine that the cultist he possessed lived on such a shop that no one seemed to come to visit, and even had the extra money to consecrate to the priest of the Sun God.

Duncan walked to the deep counter, the old wooden floor creaked a little, and as he passed the stairs, he noticed the lamp fixed to the wall.

That's an electric light.

Duncan's brow furrowed slightly immediately.

The style of the lamps is unfamiliar, the wrought iron frame and the gray lampshade are all exotic, but in any case, the structure of the tungsten bulb inside is clear at a glance - the light source of this lamp comes from electricity.

In this world, is electricity already such a common thing? Do ordinary civilians in Xiacheng also use electric lights in their homes?

Then why was the light source used in the sewers before gas lamps, oil lamps, and torches? Why are the street lights outside also gas lamps?

Huge doubts have arisen, which is obviously unreasonable in Duncan's view, especially in the environment of sewers - the existence of open flames, gas lamps that use flammable gases, and clean and safe electric lamps have obvious disadvantages!

At first, he thought it was because of technical limitations that city managers could only use gas lamps as the light source for sewers, but now it seems... at least in the city-state of Pland, technology has long since developed to the level where electricity enters the homes of ordinary people. !

A huge sense of disobedience filled Duncan's heart. He tried to search for the corresponding knowledge from the memory fragments in his mind, but only got the answer of "this is common sense" and "urban planning is like this".

It seems that either this knowledge has not been disclosed to the public, so that the cultist he is possessed has no knowledge of it, or the knowledge in this regard is so basic that it is not in the mind of the cultist. It left a strong enough impression on the body that its corresponding memory after death was quickly transformed, leaving only a "natural" impression.

With a temporarily inexplicable confusion in his heart, Duncan reached out and turned on the electric light - with a soft click of the switch, the bright light immediately illuminated the area near the stairs and the counter.

There's also a switch on the opposite wall that controls the lights in other areas of the storefront on the first floor, but Duncan isn't going to move it for now.

In the dead of night now, a small light in a closed antique store can still be explained by "the owner gets up and walks around at night", but suddenly bright lights may attract unnecessary attention.

With the limited light near the stairs, Duncan's eyes first glanced at the nearest commodities. The first thing that caught his eye was a totem-like thing carved out of wood and less than half a meter high. The blue paint depicts eccentric face masks, and next to them are antique vases that are supposed to be ceramic—they have price tags in front of them with outrageous prices.

The original price is 420,000, and the discount is 360.

With such a self-defeating momentum.

Duncan's eyes quickly averted and swept across the store.

Whenever there is a genuine item here, he will let the Lost Country slam on the city wall of Pland.

The fake can't be fake anymore. It doesn't need a real collector to identify it. Anyone with normal intelligence will not believe that this antique shop in the lower city will sell real antiquities - people who can really pick up antiques will be there. This ghetto market? The oldest thing in the whole store is probably not the sign at the door...

But Duncan was not surprised by the existence of the store itself - the owner knew that he was selling fake stuff, and the people who came to buy things didn't expect to put a thousand-year-old statue at home, everyone knew it Clearly what was going on, the commoners in Xiacheng also needed a way to satisfy their spiritual needs—the signboard of the "antique shop" at the door was not displayed by the shopkeeper for others to see, but by the people who came here to buy things for themselves.

After all, there are still jadeite sellers under the earth’s flyovers. Ninety-eight bracelets are called Laokeng Ice Seeds. They wear glass ballasts that can fall off the ground when they accidentally knock on the door frame when they go home. Any idea what's going on?

Duncan is not interested in the bad life of the owner of this shop, he is only concerned about one thing: this should be the first "stay" on land for the captain of the Lost Country.

An "outpost" for understanding the terrestrial world and modern civilization.

He has secretly made a decision to maintain his current body as much as possible under the conditions of "walking in the spirit world", and use this "antique shop" as a cover to act in the city-state of Pland. If Ai Yin's training goes well afterward, and if Ai Yin can transmit "physical objects" between Homeless and Pland in a stable and controlled manner, this antique shop will also become a secret material transit warehouse.

Duncan came behind the counter, sat on a chair and carefully combed the memory fragments in his mind, scrutinizing all the possible hidden dangers.

The original owner of this body was a Sun God believer, but he was only the lowest member in the entire church system. Due to the city-state authorities’ continuous crackdown on cult activities, the living space of the Sun God believers in Prand City has been compressed to Extreme, its members are extremely cautious in contact. In addition to wearing a full-coverage hood and face mask when participating in any gatherings, many lower-level members have only one or two specific "connectors" to connect with the upper echelons of the church. It is undoubtedly a good thing for today's Duncan——

This means that even within the cult, only that person knows the actual identity and contact method of "his". Once this person is gone, no one will know about "his"'s hidden heresy identity.

He can walk upright in front of the city-state's managers, and his identity is a clean and good citizen.

The better news is that, after carefully combing through his memory, Duncan confirmed that the biggest hidden danger has actually disappeared.

Because "his" contact person is one of the three black-robed believers that he saw when he first woke up...

Those three unlucky **** have already been pigeons.

He relaxed a little, and turned to a more comfortable position on the chair.

After the biggest hidden danger has disappeared, if there is nothing to worry about, it is the other Sun God believers who held sacrifice ceremonies in the underground assembly hall before, as well as the larger, mysterious and dangerous Sun God Church behind those believers.

If the memory in my mind is correct, the Prand city-state had a severe crackdown on the church of the Sun God entrenched in the city four years ago. Since then, this heresy has been stagnant in the city-state, not to mention the ceremony. , on weekdays, they can hide themselves well and not be caught by the church guards, they belong to thank God.

But now, these extremely low-key cultists have done a pretty high-profile thing.

The purpose of the sacrificial ceremony was to please the gods, and another purpose was to collect power or enhance the influence of the gods on the real world-the cultists in the assembly hall at that time, even including the priest "messenger" who presided over the ceremony, were actually It can only be regarded as the grassroots members of the Church of the Sun God. Will these grassroots members organize themselves to do such a big job?

There are not too many memory fragments in Duncan's mind, and it is even more unlikely that a grassroots cult has access to the core secrets of the church, but only by reasoning from the existing information, he can also guess that those cultists who suddenly revamped should be. Instructed by a higher level.

The heretical sect that worships the "true sun god"...they wanted to do a big thing in Prand, and the sacrifice ceremony that was accidentally mixed up by themselves was probably just the most insignificant splash before the big thing started.

Duncan doesn't have any feelings for this "Pland City", but if he wants to develop here, he has to consider what a group of lunatics like "Helios" will do to him in the city. what has affected.