Deep Sea Embers Chapter 352: Informant, and underground waterway

Latest URL: After two consecutive days of snowfall, the short clear weather seems to have dispelled the haze over the city-state, and the frost has awakened as usual—snow plows and snow melting equipment have begun to clear the snow on the main road , the old high-pressure gas pipelines and electrical systems were once again put to the test, and factories and public transport were running again.

The sound of all kinds of vehicles, horses and machines gradually flourished with the sunrise.

However, under the surface of gradually waking up, a strange and tense atmosphere is gradually spreading in the city—even ordinary people in the city have finally noticed this change in the atmosphere.

At first, it was news from the newspapers. The emergency announcement by the city hall made those who are more sensitive to the news feel uneasy, and then there were various rumors from the coastal neighborhoods about the sea fog fleet appearing near the city-state The news spread like wildfire, and then, all kinds of true and false news spread in the streets and alleys.

The recent frequent mobilization of the city-state's security management, the guard troops gathered around several cemeteries, and the horrifying news from certain neighborhoods - combined with the rumors about "the dead" that have been spreading in the city since a month ago All of these unsettling things seemed to come together suddenly and began to spread quietly in the city.

The city-states on the boundless sea are like crowded pigeon coops. There is a vast ocean between the cities, but people know each other very close. Nothing is more difficult than passing news between city-states, and naturally there is no What could be simpler than delivering a message within a city-state.

But even so, life is still going on, the uneasy news is only spread in the streets and alleys, and the citizens still go out and work as usual, at most talking about the current situation when they squeeze into the bus or meet in a tavern Eerie atmosphere in the city - a little stress is not enough to disturb the functioning of a city-state.

In the final analysis, people living in this world have long been accustomed to the haze of life. For them, it is normal for some weird things to happen in the city. A part of everyday life—a city that is still peaceful after dark is out of the ordinary for them.

At the junction of Cemetery No. 4 and Oak Street, a tavern named "Golden Flute" is gradually becoming lively.

Citizens who go to work in the factory from the block in the early morning will mostly pass by this crossing. Serving decent coffee and a simple breakfast is the best way to fill your stomach and keep out the cold, and chatting with people here during breakfast can be regarded as a little pastime before the start of a busy day's work.

The hostesses of the tavern were busy shuttling among several round tables. The clerk was receiving the guests behind the bar counter. Warm yellow lights shone from the roof, dispelling the winter chill. Sitting on a chair not far behind the bar, he casually flipped through the newspaper in his hand while paying attention to the situation in the store from the corner of his eye.

The restaurant is a bit noisy, with some rough jokes or unscrupulous swear words occasionally mixed in--most of the people who come to eat here are not the so-called "upper class citizens", and more people come from the lower city to the industrial environment Ordinary people who bring to work, they gather here, take advantage of the breakfast time to discuss what happened in the lower city or the factory area, or judge the recent changes in the city-state.

Most of their opinions are superficial and boring, and no one pays attention to these people's opinions on the city.

As long as they don't fight in the store, everything is fine.

The middle-aged manager with withered hair turned the newspaper to the next page, and yawned boredly.

Then, he felt that the surroundings seemed to be a little quieter--then, something seemed to block the light from above.

The store manager raised his head and saw a burly figure standing in front of him.

The other party was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker reminiscent of nightfall. The high stand-up collar blocked most of his face, and his wide-brimmed top hat was pressed down like a dark cloud, blocking all prying eyes from the outside world. In the gap between them, all that can be seen is layers of bandages.

The majestic sight is hidden in the shadow of the lowered top hat.

A sense of coercion that is difficult to ignore visually is coming. The middle-aged store manager with withered and yellow hair felt his heart beat almost instantly, and panic appeared in his eyes involuntarily. His first reaction was He mistook the other party for a clergyman of the Death Sect—because those pious priests like this kind of "bandage dress" that is a little too much for ordinary people, but then he realized that the man in black He did not wear the triangular emblem of the church, nor did he carry the special walking stick that comes standard with the guardians.

After a moment of panic, the middle-aged store manager forced himself to calm down. He saw three people behind this burly figure. A blond woman with a veil on her face and a noble and mysterious temperament couldn't help but have a sudden change in her mind.

It's a "guest" who came here specifically for me. Looking at this dress, it's definitely not a good person. The faint and heavy aura can even make me breathless...Is it the secret sheriff of the central city? Or someone sent by other forces in Lenglie Sea? Why did they come to find themselves? Threatening, wooing, or... asking for something?

He put the newspaper aside, stood up calmly, looked up at the man in black in front of him: "Who are you looking for?"

"Mr. Nemo Wilkins," Duncan noticed the panic and tension in the eyes of the middle-aged man in front of him. Obviously this was forced by his own aura, but this was one of his intentions - he was observing the other party Response, which can reveal the most real emotional changes of the other party, will help to judge whether a person has been affected by cognitive interference or memory modification, "Is this your name?"

"Everyone here knows my name," Nemo Wilkins nodded, and at the same time waved lightly to the clerk not far away, "Are you here to look for me? But I just An honest businessman..."

"It's often foggy at sea recently, and the wind is very cold," Duncan said slowly, and at the same time reached out his hand and took out the map of the city-state prepared by Tirian himself, "We need a glass of good wine to warm our stomach—— It’s best to warm the hearts of the dead.”

The moment he heard the words "the sea is often foggy and the wind is very cold", Nemo's breathing changed slightly, and then his eyes fell on the city-state map.

This "store manager" hides all the emotions and changes in his eyes very well. In fact, apart from the momentary changes in breathing and heartbeat, there is nothing unusual about him from the outside, but that's it. The small reaction still did not escape Fan Na's eyes.

"Looks like it's him." Fan Na said softly.

Duncan nodded lightly, and put away the folded map: "Is there a place on the second floor?"

"The upstairs is full," Nemo shook his head, "come with me."

With that, he walked out from the counter and led several uninvited guests to a door next to the stairs.

The tavern was still noisy, even if someone noticed the movement at the counter, no one paid much attention to what happened.

Duncan and his party followed behind Manager Nemo. They passed through the slightly short wooden door and entered a passage that seemed to lead to the warehouse behind the shop, but they entered another door in the middle of the passage. , and walked down a sloping ramp for a long distance—until they felt that they were far away from the tavern on the surface, they stopped in front of a dark wooden door.

"This place is really deep." Morris couldn't help grunting.

"It doesn't hurt to be cautious, anyone connected to the Fog Fleet is not welcome in this city," Nemo Wilkins said as he walked towards the door, "the enemy is everywhere - even if it has passed Half a century."

"How did you dig out such a place under the noses of the city-state authorities?" Fan Na's focus is different from others~IndoMTL.com~ As a judge, she cares more about a " "Grey middleman" hiding skills in the city-state, "To dig such a long tunnel under a tavern, how to transport the stones and soil? How to hide the movement during digging?"

Nemo Wilkins turned his head slightly and took a look at his figure

The tall, white-haired lady spoke with a smile in her tone: "It's very simple - no need to dig, this is already part of the Frost Underground Waterway."

After the words fell, the dark door was also opened, and with the creaking sound, the light of the gas lamp reflected in the eyes of Duncan and his party.

Appearing at the same time, there is also the faint sound of running water coming from nowhere.

Duncan looked past the door, and saw an extraordinarily wide "hall" on the opposite side. It seemed to be the intersection of ancient sewers. In the distance, there were corridors extending into the dark depths. Tables, chairs, beds and shelves are placed in the corner of the hall, and it looks livable.

It can even station a lot of people.