Deep Sea Embers Chapter 87: Fana’s findings
Only the scattered bodies of the cultists were left in the assembly hall, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which brought great difficulties to the investigation.
But one thing is for sure, this attack is definitely not an ordinary person.
A special pungent smell remains 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 tool kit to analyze whether there were any residues in the oil lamps that should not appear in the real world. s things.
Fire is the most special thing in this world.
Fire is the visible order, the handwriting when the gods made a contract for the world, and the evidence that "civilization still exists" - in the burning flame, everything changes will leave a mark.
If an extraordinary level of battle has ever happened here, then the corresponding traces will definitely remain in the flames.
After the priest got busy, Vanna returned to the center of the basement and looked at the body of a sun heresy who had fallen there.
"There are dozens of broken bones all over the body, like being hit directly by a galloping bison. It's hard to imagine what kind of weapon could have caused this result," a coroner said nearby. "Simple brutality A bludgeoning blow, no trace of the spell was found."
"Brutal force bludgeoning... a blunt force blow that breaks dozens of bones at once?" Fanna frowned slightly, "What is this? Is it a meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter?"
The coroner shook his head: "The ashes at the end are more suspicious than these."
Fanna came to the end of the basement and saw the "ash" that the other party was talking about.
A complete set of clothing was scattered on the ground, and there was fine gray-black ashes between the clothes, which made it easy to imagine that there was once a person upside down.
"There is no doubt that it is some kind of supernatural power. Judging from the traces, it may be a kind of mutant flame," Fanna made a simple judgment, and said to the coroner next to her, "It is difficult for a normal flame to People burned to ashes like this, and still kept their clothes intact after burning."
"There are signs of impact on the wall. It seems that this cultist was hit by a huge force and then burned down by the flames," another priest at the scene said. The cultists were killed by a supernatural force—and a supernatural force never seen before.
"In addition, we also found a ground in the corner of the basement that was severely corroded by an unknown force, but no residual physical substance was found. 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," Fanna said casually, "Is this place discovered only after a citizen's report?"
"Yes, an enthusiastic citizen heard the abnormal noise in the abandoned factory, and reported it to the sheriff and guards who were changing shifts at the intersection during the day and night," the priest 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 sneaked into the lower city area, and they have never been found. If it wasn't for this attack, they would probably have been hiding again."
"Now that a den has been exposed, it means that there may be more hidden in the dark," Fanna said in a deep voice, "The sewer and alleys in the lower city are the focus of investigation during this period of time, to..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a guard suddenly hurried over from the side, holding something in his hand: "Inquisitor, look at this!"
Fanna looked up immediately and saw that the guardian was holding a small tray with several blood-stained and slightly deformed copper bullets.
"We found two over-fired revolvers 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 attackers. !”
Fanna's eyes fell on the bullets, and she noticed the deformation of the bullets at first sight - the bullets were stained with blood, which showed that they had been shot into the flesh and blood, but the bullets were shrunk and deformed. ...but it is by no means the result of soft and fragile flesh.
Unless every single bullet hits the bone, or...the person being shot has an extremely strong body.
And how did the bullets that had already penetrated the human body land on the scene?
Fana thought about it carefully and thought that there were only two possibilities: either, the attacker performed an operation on himself to remove the bullet at the scene, or the attacker had special physical ability and relied on a powerful body to "discharge" the bullet. out of the body.
Regardless of the possibilities, one thing is clear: the powerful attacker took out all the cultists here without hesitation despite being shot several times in the body, and fairly calmly took the The bullet from the body was taken out.
Fanna looked at her hands.
She can do this kind of thing, but because she can do it, she knows how difficult it is for ordinary mortals of flesh and blood.
"The one who killed these cultists should be a superhuman with an extremely strengthened body, and the weapon used is some kind of large blunt weapon," Fanna turned her head and said to a follower, "the other party He has rich combat experience, tenacity, and is extremely strong. Considering the weapons he uses, he should also be very tall. At the same time, he may have some kind of flame power. He initially judged that he was in a hostile relationship with the sun heresy, but he was not sure whether he was on our side for the time being...
"Notify guards and sheriffs at all levels to pay attention to those who meet the above characteristics in the near future. Once a suspected target is found, give priority to reporting, and do not rashly contact."
The guardian who served as a follower immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Inquisitor."
Fanna exhaled softly, and roughly sketched in her mind what the attacker at the scene of the riotous rally might look like: a two-meter strong man wielding a giant mace or a meteor hammer. Summon fire.
That's about it.
…
Duncan saw off the second client with a smile on his face, watching the chubby lady slowly walk away with a happy mood.
The lady is a regular customer of this shop. Today, she saw a pair of vases as a gift for her new neighbor.
The vase was purchased from the wholesale market. Although the production date was last week, it has a history of 800 years. The original price was more than 200,000 yuan. Ex-factory stone carvings from the Solander dynasty.
The old customer knew the stuff was fake, but thought Mr. Duncan was real from start to finish.
After tossing a few crumpled bills into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling a little calmer in his impetuous mood.
At least for now, running this antique shop is a novelty and fun for him.
Of course, making money from this small business is indeed limited. The profit from the sale of two vases with two ornaments is only a little over six sora. Two clients - he doesn't know if this "traffic" is more or less in normal terms, but it is obviously not as promising as reporting cultists~IndoMTL.com~Duncan divided some of his energy and paid attention to Ai's side Case.
The pigeon was flying low over the fourth block, and unfortunately, the sun talisman strapped to its back has so far been unresponsive.
Of course this is normal - although there are many cultists pouring into the Prand city-state, they are not enough to bloom everywhere, and they will deliberately disperse their actions and hide in various forgotten places. It is not easy to discover nature in the corners and corners of the world.
Hunting requires patience.
Duncan enjoys this quiet time leisurely, paying attention to the movements of the pigeons and occasionally paying attention to the situation on the homeless, or controlling his body on the ship to walk around the deck, watching Alice and watching Alice follow The strange scene of the strange things on the ship fighting and then being chased and running around, suddenly felt that this wonderful life was not bad.
At this moment, a crisp and pleasant sound of a bell suddenly came from the direction of the door, interrupting his leisurely thoughts.
"Welcome."
Duncan said something casually, looking up at the door, and saw a gray-haired old gentleman pushing the door in.
This is a well-dressed old gentleman, his dark brown coat is brand new and neat, the leather shoes on his feet are polished, he is carrying a black cane of invisible material in his hand, and his hair and bow tie are meticulous.
It's not like a dress that would appear in the downtown area, it's more like a decent person in the Cross Street, or even uptown.
Duncan had no idea of the so-called "respectable people" in this world, but he could see at a glance that this old gentleman was not an ordinary customer.
"Anything you like?" He laughed, like a real antiques store manager, "Take it away if you have the chance."