Deep Sea Embers Chapter 55: Soup for dinner

The unsurprising expression on Fanna's face certainly did not hide Heidi. The "psychiatrist" who often cooperates with the church immediately guessed something from the judge's reaction.

After a little hesitation, she asked cautiously: "It seems that there is a big problem behind this incident?"

Fanna nodded: "It's a big problem."

Heidi thought for a while, and said quickly while packing her medical box: "I'm going to take a vacation tomorrow, maybe all this time..."

"Ms. Heidi, you may have established a connection with this matter," Vanna glanced at Heidi, "I'm sorry, but including me, everyone who appeared at the scene at that time had been exposed to a certain Under this kind of cognitive pollution, the mental problems you found in these cultists have actually happened to every one of us, but...Thanks to the blessing of the goddess, we were not deeply polluted, so we 'woke up' at this time. That's it."

"...Damn, I knew that this kind of thing would happen sooner or later in this line of work," Heidi finally stopped packing the medical box, and covered her forehead, "I should have listened to my father's advice. , to continue his career as an antique appraiser, or even follow his mother's advice to become a history teacher at a public school in Cross Street... that's much safer than dealing with cultists."

"Let's be open, at least your current job is enough for you to maintain a decent life in Uptown," Fanna shook her head. In front of Heidi, who was similar in age and had known her for many years, her attitude was more than that of her subordinates. There were many more approachable people in front of us, "Let's talk about your findings, which may help the church and the city hall to grasp the situation."

"...It's actually very simple, an obvious violation," Heidi sighed, talking about the clues she dug up from the subconscious of those cultists, "On the night of the sacrifice ceremony, a sacrifice was The totem of the sun went out of control and sacrificed the priest who presided over the ceremony in reverse. According to the clues we found at the scene, the 'sacrifice' that caused the loss of control was actually a 'corpse' that had been sacrificed. He died. And came back to the high platform, right?"

Fanna nodded: "Of course, I remember it clearly."

"That's the question... Since this sacrifice has already been sacrificed once, why didn't any of the cultists at the scene recognize him? Just ordinary cultists, why even that priest? I didn't recognize that the sacrifice in front of me was sacrificed by myself not long ago?"

Fanna slowly frowned: "...The cultists at the scene watched the sacrifices that had been sacrificed once again appear in front of their eyes, but no one noticed anything abnormal...their memories were tampered with , cognition is distorted."

"Even we didn't notice this obvious violation at the time, did we?" Heidi smiled wryly and spread out her hands, "In fact, I didn't even realize that I had ignored it until an hour ago. It's a matter of course, and until now, I don't know from your mouth that my own spirit has been affected."

Fanna didn't speak for a while, turned around and came to the cultist who was still in a state of confusion.

The cultist, who was hypnotized by a large dose of neurological drugs and strong incense, just shook his head slightly and stared blankly at the tall lady in front of him.

Fanna suddenly turned around and asked, "Are these cultists slashing and killing each other after the ritual got out of control, because of cognitive confusion?"

"Yes, I've 'saw' some flashing images in their memory," Heidi replied, "which seemed to impress them very strongly, making them believe that everyone else at the ceremony was being Evil spirits or similar things are occupied and controlled, they do not think that they are hacking and slashing their compatriots, but that they are expelling evil spirits from other compatriots..."

"This is mostly a warning from their soul instincts - cultists are also believers. After all, there is a dark sun behind them that is 'blessing' these people. When a huge and strange danger arises, these people who receive the blessing are blessed. The believers are very likely to perceive something," Fanna analyzed based on experience, "their crazy hallucinations actually reveal the truth more or less, but unfortunately, these untrained ordinary people don't know how to distinguish the meaning of these warnings, and instead fall into into a state of collective frenzy."

Heidi looked at Fanna with a serious face. After hesitating for a few times, she finally spoke cautiously: "So... what is behind this matter? Is it more evil than that ancient sun?"

Fanna thought for a while, then shook her head gently: "Don't ask, Heidi, your connection with this matter is not deep, but if you learn more, some inseparable connections may be established. ."

"Well, since even your judge said so, then I still need to protect my own life," Heidi said, picking up the medical kit that had been packed, "I really I'm going to give myself a vacation... Don't worry, I'm not running away, there will be an exhibition at the Oceanographic Museum in two days, and I'm quite interested."

Fanna nodded: "Visiting the Oceanographic Museum is a good way to relax, and the blessings of the goddess are also filled in those exhibits."

Heidi smiled, picked up the medical kit and walked to the door, but just as she was about to push the door out, she suddenly stopped and looked back at Fanna worriedly: "I said... pollution Has it really subsided?"

"Don't worry, of course it has subsided," Fanna helplessly spread her hands, "We just caught up with a little 'residual', you have stayed in this quiet underground sanctuary for so long, the blessing of the goddess has already Your effects are cleaned up."

"Then I'm relieved," Heidi was relieved and pushed open the door, "I'll see you next time, Inquisitor Fanna."

Vanna watched Madam Heidi leave the room.

Beside her, the sun cultivator, who was confused by the powerful incense and nerve medicine, also half-opened his eyes and stared blankly at Fanna.

The potions made by modern civilization, the incense handed down from ancient times, the quiet sanctuary environment, the "blessing" of the sun deeply rooted in the soul, these chaotic forces are entangled, gathered, and produced in the body of the cult subtle influence.

In the eyes of the cultist, the hazy figure of Fanna was reflected.

He saw the Inquisitor standing in front, tall and firm.

He saw a vague phantom standing behind Fanna. It was a near-transparent phantom, and the phantom was burning with green flames.

The tall phantom stood silently behind Fanna, expressionless.

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Duncan sat expressionlessly in the chart room, watching the doll Alice work in front of him.

She brought a large tray with brightly lit cutlery and a large bowl of steaming soup.

It smells like fish soup.

Apparently, after becoming more acquainted with the environment on the Homeless, the puppet lady came up with a new idea to "do something for the captain in her own way~IndoMTL.com~Dinner?" Duncan looked at the puppet curiously, watching the other party put the tableware and fish soup in front of him, "Why did you suddenly think of doing this?"

"I finished packing the kitchen stockpile, and saw the... fish in the bucket," Alice said with a proud smile, "I can't help with a lot of work on the ship, but I can do The meal should be alright, and I will cook it for you in the future."

"It's a good thing to have this kind of heart," Duncan didn't know how to evaluate this strange doll, but in the face of Alice's sincere smile, no one was embarrassed to refuse, he was just a little curious, "But as a puppet, can you cook?"

"I can learn it, it's pretty easy," Alice said with a natural face, "Just ask Mr. Goat Head about the most basic things. He told me a lot about cooking before... "

Duncan glanced blankly at the goat head next to him, then at Alice.

A wooden sculpture and a puppet of unknown material, they can't make up a digestive system together, and they even get together to study and cook. One dares to teach, and the other really dare to listen?

He didn't know what mood he should be in, he just picked up the spoon and stirred the fish soup in the bowl, thinking that at least this thing smells right, but the next second, his actions froze.

After a moment of silence, he reached out and pulled out a long silver-white hair from the spoon.

"You've got your hair in," Duncan said blankly.

"Ah, I didn't lose my hair," Alice immediately waved her hand, "I fell in... But don't worry, I got it right away, without anyone's help!"

Duncan: "...?"