Outside the window, the sun is gradually setting.
Mr. Pansha, who went out to search for his teacher's whereabouts, has not returned yet.
The Martyr of Truth could already sense that the atmosphere in his office was somewhat condensed.
The martyr clasped his hands and his mouth was a little dry, but he still swallowed and waited quietly for the high-level explorer to speak.
After a moment, Sean looked at the mysterious practitioner of Rongyel in front of him - he did not show an aggressive attitude, nor did he use any coercion. He just said in a low voice: "Mr. Martyr, you know now. our attitude.
"We now strongly suspect that there are more unknown secrets behind the death of our teammates."
Martyr said sincerely: "I understand. I am also pleased that you are willing to pursue Burns' death. I will provide all possible help."
On Sean's mask, the tide surged calmly: "Very good."
"Then next, I want to ask you about the strange scene I saw in this town last night..."
Before Sean could say anything, a gleam of surprise flashed in the martyr's eyes: "You, you saw it?"
Very good, seems to have no intention of hiding it. Sean clasped his hands and leaned back, waiting for the martyr's explanation.
"Oh...it turns out you have seen it," the martyr straightened up with a slight embarrassment, "I originally thought that it would be better to do less than to do more, so I didn't tell you in advance...
"Last night was a special festival in this town..."
Moonlight was a little annoyed at the martyr's downplaying attitude. He took a step forward and said, "I have never seen any festival where all the participants were allowed to eat raw meat!"
The martyr pressed his hands down and nodded repeatedly: "I understand... seeing such a scene suddenly, you must have doubts..."
Unable to see the expression behind the martyr's mask of blood and tears, he clasped his hands and said softly: "However, I am very grateful to you. After seeing such a scene, you did not directly destroy last night's festival...
"I'm afraid that will cause a lot of trouble and cause many misunderstandings..."
Sean spread a hand: "It will indeed cause misunderstanding - if you continue to be evasive."
"Excuse me, sir, I was just about to explain it to you." The martyr took a gentle breath, as if he was accumulating energy for his story.
"The scene you saw last night was indeed a special festival in Rongyel that lasted for more than sixty years."
The martyr stood up and said in a gentle and calm tone: "The small town of Jonyer was established in 1860. In that year, the first wooden house was built...
“However, before that, it was an uninhabited forest with no conditions for people to live.
"Sixty-five years ago, the temptation of owning private land led people to form a 60-member 'Northern March Brigade' and continue their march north along the northern border to carve out new homes..."
"The immigration team, composed of horses and caravans, encountered many difficulties and obstacles along the way..."
The martyr stood at the window, watching the last rays of the setting sun sink into the pine forest.
"However, all the difficulties are not as good as the challenge they encountered in the end..."
Rongyel's explorer turned his head and continued: "That year, perhaps God planned to give the enterprising people a challenge. As they marched north, they encountered a huge snowstorm.
"In order to arrive as soon as possible, they continued on their way in the wind and snow, but unfortunately they got lost in the forest——
"Actually, the place where they got lost is not far from the current Rongyel. However, considering that they were in a completely unfamiliar environment at the time, it is understandable that such a thing would happen."
"In short, a group of sixty people were trapped in the forest. The wind and snow had no intention of stopping. In order to survive, they had to set up a camp in the forest."
“The food we carried was quickly used up.
"Cold and hunger began to test them..."
When the story came to this point, Sean seemed to suddenly remember something.
He suddenly sat up straight, and the filing cabinet in Shengen Space naturally sent several reports to him——
He immediately confirmed his sense of déjà vu: when he was studying news from New Zealand, he had read about the tragedy that happened to the brigade heading north!
Although his memory was awakened, he remained silent and continued to listen to the stories of the martyrs who were local residents.
"The story..." The martyr scratched the curly hair above his temples with his stubby fingers. The martyr's tone was slightly hesitant. "The story diverges from here."
"Split?" Yueguang, who had never heard of the tragedy of the Northern Brigade, asked with narrowed eyes.
The martyr nodded and explained: "People from the outside world and the survivors who experienced the tragedy have two different versions of the same thing."
"What happened?" Thinking of the sound of people chewing raw meat that night, Moonlight could vaguely guess what happened in the forest 65 years ago.
But his curiosity still made him couldn't help but ask.
The martyr was silent for a moment and breathed out softly: "People have eaten all the food, but they still can't wait for rescue..."
He didn't seem to know how to express those things, so he had to change his expression: "Anyway, about a month later, the rescue team found them lost.
"The team of sixty people has been reduced to twenty people...
"When the rescue team found the survivors, they found traces of cannibalism in the camp."
Sean's eyes were hidden under the mask of the Sea of Glimmer, and he stared quietly at the narrator in front of him.
Moonlight couldn't help but take a breath.
After a pause, he continued: "After the news about the cannibalism of the Northern Brigade spread to the outside world, public opinion was in an uproar.
"Many people speculate that in the closed snow forest, someone killed his companions in order to fill his stomach.
“It also casts a pall over the survivors who were originally being treated with sympathy.
"However," the martyr raised a finger, "it is worth mentioning that the two dozen survivors did not think they were guilty.
"They claimed that they ate human flesh not intentionally but because they were influenced by some supernatural being."
"Supernatural existence?" Sean had not heard this part of the story and immediately turned his head slightly.
"Yes." The martyr's eyes became profound, "They said that there was a strange existence lurking in the forest, which affected their spirits and turned them into bloodthirsty monsters.
"It was under those circumstances that they swallowed the flesh and blood of their companions.
The martyr's eyes looked directly at Sean: "And the name of that terrible existence appears again and again in the legends of the Northern Quebec people. The Northern Quebec people call it——
"Wendigo."
