The battle in the alley was fierce but short. Only a few minutes had passed from the time the whereabouts of the two cultists were exposed to the end of the battle. However, Fanna believed that the commotion in these few minutes was enough to attract the night watch guards. .
Of course, she is not afraid of the frost guardians either in terms of position or strength - but at this time, she has no intention of causing trouble.
And just when she was thinking about how to signal to Duncan who had entered the building, the dark door happened to open.
The figures of Duncan and Morris appeared in the light.
The next second, Duncan quickly walked towards the alley where Vanna and Alice were. Maurice turned around and closed the door while sketching patterns like ancient characters on the door, as if to pay homage to the wisdom. God prays to exert some supernatural power.
"I noticed the movement outside," Duncan came to Vanna and the two of them, raised his head and glanced at the situation in the alley, frowned slightly and asked quickly, "What happened?"
"As expected, there are indeed Annihilation cultists paying attention to this place - Alice noticed their traces, and we had a brief fight," Vanna immediately replied, "Both heretics are dead, and no one has escaped. But the noise of the battle may have attracted the attention of the defenders, and they will arrive soon."
"Did Alice notice it?" Duncan first glanced at the puppet lady next to him in surprise, and then noticed the strangeness in Vanna's expression. He realized that the situation just now might be far more complicated than imagined, but he did not ask further questions. He just nodded slowly, "Don't say so much now, prepare to transfer."
"Eliminate the traces they left." At this moment, Alice also finished the aftermath and came over. "Garoni will forget the past twenty-four hours after waking up. Even if a skilled psychiatrist searches her memory, she should There’s not much that can be restored.”
"Ah, very good."
The vision of a peaceful night - Purande does not need her as a judge now, but as long as she follows the Lost Home, she will always have a stage to show off her talents.
"Since more than half a month ago, Tirian has received strange and contradictory intelligence. The intelligence sometimes mentioned that Duncan had a phenomenon of 'the return of the dead,' and sometimes said that these were all rumors and that the so-called dead were actually normal. Residents, sometimes this kind of completely contradictory information will even be sent from the same informant." Vanna took over Alice's words and continued, "At first, Tirian thought it was Frost. The authorities are controlling the news, and the church is taking action to weaken the impact of strange events on residents, but now it seems... this is most likely caused by cognitive confusion."
Duncan nodded solemnly, but in his eyes, a happy look emerged little by little.
Then, he raised his hand and waved in the darkness.
"No one can tell how many are replicas and how many are genuine. And that's the second priority. After all, replicas can't escape his eyes. He can tell them apart quickly when he meets them. The most troublesome thing is that these normal A special person..." Vanna said, paused, and then shook her head after thinking briefly, "In short, the informants Tirian left in this city are not so reliable. There may be some among them. Being replaced, someone's cognition may be distorted, and some may even be the informants of the Annihilation Cult... Be cautious when contacting them."
The tin hut is next to the old factory. The window of the house is broken with a small hole. Vanna got into the house through the hole. With the sudden rise of the spiritual flame, the figures of Alice and the other two people appeared in the hut. Inside.
Alice opened her mouth, and for a moment she knew how to evaluate the young judge, but soon she focused on another thing.
What's more, Morris is a well-rounded scholar - he is probably full of free fighting and wilderness survival before studying history...
"Don't worry," Alice obviously noticed Vanna's gaze. She smiled and raised her hand to outline the sacred runes given by the God of Wisdom, Lachem, on her chest. "Until the past two years, I often went exploring. These ancient ruins and cursed ruins are located on the edge of dangerous seas. The environment there is far more difficult than here - academic research is never a stressful job, especially with
When dealing with history. "
"We can actually contact Captain Tirian's informants in this city," Vanna said at the side. "We should know how to help arrange accommodation and provide intelligence..."
In the cold and mysterious northern city-state, the residents of the city-state are constantly being replaced. The informants who were once installed are no longer reliable, and these seemingly normal and harmless ordinary citizens are gradually experiencing memory and cognitive contamination, and untrustworthy voices. Saturating the entire city, pollution spreads beneath the surface.
Alice is a cursed doll, Vanna is a beautiful girl warrior, even Mr. Morris, who seems to be the healthiest from childhood, is also an extraordinary person who has mastered many magical powers. Since they are not strong enough, there is no need to worry about them, but this The cold winter nights in the northern city-state may not be so friendly to an elderly gentleman.
Vanna gave Duncan a strange look.
"Ah, I just feel a little happy thinking about continuing to eradicate heretics."
Root out heresy and purify pollution.
Which is great because it all comes back to her area of expertise.
The sound of flapping wings broke the tranquility in the night. The white dove that was staying on the roof of the building in the distance quickly flew over. The next second, the green flames flashed across the alley, leaving only the sound of flapping wings. Fading away in the night.
She began to understand another level of Pope Helena's intention in sending herself to the Lost Home.
She looked at the distracted doll standing nearby.
Fanna thought about it and felt that the old gentleman was right.
"This is Brown's student, named Garoni - in her memory and cognition, the relevant parts of her mentor's death in the shipwreck have been completely deleted," Morris on the side said, "And according to the conversation between me and the captain, Judgment, this situation... may not be unique in the entire frost."
Historians and folklorists in this world are indeed very hard-core professions. Even "home-based scholars" who never leave home must have some special skills at their disposal. After all, they are constantly talking to the thing they are studying. Come to think of it, those cursed books and possessed relics will not just lie in the display room.
Duncan's expression suddenly became serious.
Calm returned to the streets again - a few more minutes passed before a series of slow footsteps and the flickering light of a lantern appeared on the nearby streets.
"I've finished talking about the progress of Alice and I, it's time to talk about the situation on your side."
Ai didn't go too far—in fact, it just flew a block away and found a home near an old factory.
"It's not a big problem. Just don't light the lamp. They can't sense the aura here anyway," Vanna said casually, "We'll wait here until dawn before taking action - is that okay?"
"It's a deep-sea replica and it self-disintegrated. We were a step late and only found some clues left by him," Duncan said, shaking his head, "But this was basically expected before. Other than that, In addition, we also met a female apprentice in this house who was in a state of cognitive and memory confusion.
1. She is a normal person. "
Duncan looked around for the first time and saw thick dust in the old hut. There was a wooden bed and simple tables and chairs in the corner. There were also some debris piled on the other side of the house. The cold wind was howling in the house. The hole in the window made a strange whining sound in the wind.
"I will contact them, but not now," Vanna waved her hand, and then her expression became slightly serious, "From today on, anyone who comes into contact with Hanshuang must be carefully screened, including Tirianti. those 'informants'
"It is used for the temporary rest of the pump station maintenance personnel. Usually no one comes to stay outside of the maintenance period. Although I don't know when the maintenance period here is, at least today it is a temporary resting place," Duncan As he spoke, he came to the window and looked outside through the dirty glass. The old factory not far away stood silently in the night. He saw the lights in the turbid factory area and heard the sound of the machines running in the factory. "The factory is still operating. There must be priests in such factories that work around the clock. If there is an extraordinary battle in the distant blocks, the alert level of such factories will also follow.
improve. "
"Captain Tirian's informants are all over Duncan...you mean, that is the cognitive and memory pollution that covers the entire city-state?!" Hanshuang realized the seriousness of the matter, "This is outside that city-state now. ..."
Duncan was startled, then realized something: "You confirmed this 'Brown Scott,..."
"Is it my imagination? Why do you feel that your mood suddenly improved?"
As he spoke, he looked at the two people in his sight.
Duncan nodded slightly. I actually don't care too much about concealing my whereabouts, but it certainly wouldn't be bad if there were fewer people to disturb me in the early stages of the operation.
