Deep Sea Embers

Only the scattered corpses of the cult members were left in the meeting place, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which brought great difficulties to the investigation work.

But one thing is certain, it is definitely not ordinary people who made this attack.

There is a special pungent smell in the air, which is a trace of the "flame" being polluted.

Fanna carefully inspected the oil lamps left in the basement. Beside her, a priest took out special powders and potions from the kit to analyze whether there was anything left in the oil lamps that should not appear in the real world.

Fire is the most special thing in this world.

Fire is a visible order, it is the handwriting of the gods when they made a contract for the world, and it is the evidence that represents the "survival of civilization" - when the flame is burning, the changes of all things will leave their marks.

If an extraordinary battle had taken place here, there would definitely be corresponding traces left in the flames.

After the priest started to get busy, Fanna returned to the center of the basement, looking at the corpse of a sun heretic who had died here.

"There are dozens of broken bones in the whole body, just like being hit directly by a running bison. It is really hard to imagine what kind of weapon can cause this result," said a coroner next to him, "A simple brute force blunt blow , no trace of magic was found."

"Brute force blunt attack... a brute force blunt attack that breaks dozens of bones at once?" Fan Na frowned slightly, "What is this? A meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter?"

The coroner shook his head: "Compared to these, the ashes at the end are more suspicious."

Fan Na came to the end of the basement and saw the "ashes" that the other party mentioned.

There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the ground, and the gray-black fine ash was in the clothes, which made it easy to think that there was once a person falling down here.

"There is no doubt that it is some kind of extraordinary power. Judging from the traces, it may be a kind of mutated flame." Fan Na made a brief judgment, and then said to the coroner beside her, "It is difficult for a normal flame to burn a person to death." Such ashes, and the clothing remains intact after burning."

"There are signs of being hit on the wall. It seems that this cultist was first hit by a huge force on the wall and then burned to the ground by flames," said another pastor at the scene. "The only cultist in the whole scene was killed Extraordinary power to kill - and a kind of extraordinary power that has never been seen before.

"In addition, we also found a ground that was severely corroded by an unknown force in the corner of the basement, but we did not find any remaining solid substances. This may also be the effect of extraordinary power."

"It may be a spell cast by a human, or it may be an abnormal object," Fan Na said casually, "Did this place be discovered only after the citizens reported it?"

"Yes, an enthusiastic citizen heard abnormal noises in the abandoned factory, and reported it to the sheriff and guards who were changing shifts at the street corner at the turn of day and night," the pastor next to him nodded and said, "These cultists are actually very cautious. They erased the traces of their activities after entering the city-state and successfully lurked into the lower city without being discovered. If it weren't for this attack, they might be able to lurk again."

"Now that one den is exposed, it means that there may be more hiding in the dark," Fan Na said in a deep voice, "The sewers and alleys in the lower city are the focus of investigation during this period. We must..."

Just as she was halfway through speaking, a guard suddenly hurried over from the side, holding something in his hand: "Judge, look at this!"

Fan Na looked up immediately, and saw that the guard was holding a small tray, and in the tray were several blood-stained, slightly deformed copper bullets.

"We found two revolvers that had been fired at the scene. These bullets should have been fired from those two guns," the guard reported. "The blood on the bullets is most likely from the attacker!"

Fan Na's eyes fell on those bullets, and she noticed the deformation of the bullets at first glance - the bullets were stained with blood, which indicated that they had been shot into flesh and blood, but the shrinking and deformed state of the bullets... It cannot be caused by soft and fragile flesh and blood.

Unless every bullet hits the bone, or... the person who was shot has extremely strong physical strength.

And how did these bullets that had already penetrated the human body fall on the scene?

Fan Na thought about it carefully, and thought that there were only two possibilities: either, the assailant performed an operation to remove the bullet on the spot, or, the assailant possessed a special physical ability, relying on a powerful body to "expel" the bullet out of the body .

Regardless of the possibility, one thing is obvious: this powerful attacker killed all the cultists here without hesitation even though he was shot several times, and calmly put the bullets in his body after the matter was over. Take it out.

Fan Na looked at her hands.

She can do this kind of thing, but just because she can do it, she knows how difficult it is for ordinary people with flesh and blood.

"The person who killed these cultists should be a Transcendent whose body is extremely strengthened, and the weapon used is some kind of large blunt weapon." With consideration in her mind, Fan Na turned her head and said to a follower, "The other party has rich experience in combat." , tough-willed, extremely strong, considering the weapons used, he should also be tall and tall, and may have some kind of fire power at the same time. It is preliminarily judged that he is in a hostile relationship with the Sun Heresy, but it is not sure whether he is on our side...

"Notice the guards and security officers at all levels to pay attention to people who meet the above characteristics in the near future. Once a suspected target is found, give priority to reporting back, and don't contact rashly."

The guard who served as an entourage immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Judge."

Fan Na exhaled lightly, and roughly sketched the possible appearance of the attacker at the scene of the rally in her mind: a two-meter-strong man wielding a giant mace or a meteor hammer.

That's about it.

...

Duncan sent the second client away with a smile on his face, and he was quite happy watching the chubby lady walk away slowly.

The lady is a regular customer of this store, and she took a fancy to a pair of vases today, as a gift for her new neighbors.

The vase was bought from the wholesale market. Although the production date was last week, it has a history of 800 years. The original price is more than 200,000 yuan. Stone ornaments from the Soland Dynasty.

The old customers know that the things are fake, but they think that the store manager Duncan is real from the beginning to the end.

After throwing a few crumpled banknotes into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling a little calm in his impetuous mood.

For now, at least, running the antique store has been a novelty and fun for him.

Of course, making money from this small business is indeed limited. The profit from selling two vases and two ornaments is only a little more than six soles. Customers—he didn't know how much "passenger traffic" was in normal times, but it was obviously not as promising as those who reported cultists.

Duncan allocated part of his energy to pay attention to Ai's situation.

The pigeon was flying low over Fourth Street, and unfortunately, the sun talisman strapped to its back hadn't responded so far.

Of course, this is also normal-although there are many cultists who have flooded into the city-state of Pland, they are not to the extent that they can bloom everywhere, and they will deliberately disperse their actions and hide in various forgotten corners Inside, it is not easy to find nature.

Hunting requires patience.

Duncan enjoys this quiet time leisurely, paying attention to the movement of the pigeons while paying attention to the situation on the Lost Country occasionally, or controlling his body on the ship to walk around on the deck, watching Alice and the strange things on the ship The spectacle of getting into fights and being chased and running around with their heads in their arms, I suddenly feel that this wonderful life is not bad.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant bell sound suddenly came from the direction of the door, interrupting his idle thoughts in a peaceful environment.

"welcome."

While Duncan said something casually, he raised his head to look at the door, and saw an old gentleman with gray hair pushing the door in.

This is a very well-dressed old gentleman, with a new and neat dark brown coat, polished leather shoes on his feet, and a black cane of invisible material in his hand. His hair and bow tie are meticulous.

It didn't look like something you'd see in the lower town, but more like a respectable guy from the Crossroads, or even uptown.

Duncan had no idea of ​​the so-called "respectable people" in this world, but he could tell at a glance that this old gentleman was not an ordinary client.

"Is there anything you like?" He laughed, like a real antique shop manager, "Take it away if you have a chance."