Deep Sea Embers Chapter 367: The Legacy of Asylum

Those eyes were bloodshot, filled with uncontrollable madness and fear. Even if the gatekeeper's words calmed the woman's spirit and woke her up from the brink of collapse, it still failed to completely heal the fear in her mind. remaining shadows.

Agatha has seen this kind of look a lot, so she just looked at him calmly, and after calming the woman down further with her eyes, she said, "The 'he' you said refers to your husband. , right? He's back home again—but you know, he died years ago."

The woman's shoulders trembled violently. She lowered her head and grabbed her hair, as if she didn't dare to look at Agatha any longer, but kept repeating: "He's back...he's back ...but I know it's not him..."

"How did you kill 'it?'" Agatha frowned, and asked again, "Do you still remember the specific process?"

While speaking, she reached out and took out a medicine bottle from her bosom. After pinching the bottle cap with one hand, the calming fragrance in the bottle quietly diffused, gradually covering the surroundings.

The potion of the gatekeeper took effect, and the long-haired woman on the sofa seemed to be breathing much more calmly. She raised her head slightly, looked out through the gaps in her hair, and said in a low voice, "I... I'm in the back Hit the back of that thing's head with a hammer, and then the thing fell down, but even though the head was so big, it didn't die, but struggled to get up again, I kicked it further inside, and then closed the bathroom door....it was banging on the inside, making a frightening cry, it was early in the morning, and it

I kept shouting for ten minutes before stopping..."

The woman stopped, and then calmed down for a few seconds before continuing: "Later, I secretly opened the crack in the bathroom door...the thing disappeared..."

Agatha nodded lightly, and while restoring what happened in her mind, she asked again: "Then, how did 'it' appear? Do you still remember the process of 'his' coming back?"

"I...I don't know," the woman shook her head with horror in her voice, "He...it suddenly appeared at home! The door of the house was locked, but I heard There was movement in the living room, and I saw that thing when I came out of the bedroom...Wearing my husband's clothes when he was buried, walking around in the living room, there was a sound like rotting mucus coming from the body..."

Agatha's expression suddenly became serious, she turned her head, and before she could speak, a guard reported from the side: "We have checked the entrance and exit of this house, all the doors and windows have no signs of damage, And all the windows are locked from the inside."

The doors and windows were closed, the locks had not been damaged, and the "fakes" appeared directly in the residents' homes.

Compared to the aboveboard "invasion" and "offensive", this phenomenon that seemed to appear out of nowhere... made her more vigilant.

And there are more points worth noting about today's case.

Agatha lowered her head and looked at the woman on the sofa.

She still remembers the cases she came into contact with before today, especially the case discovered at 42 Hearth Street-the folklorist who returned from death and the female apprentice who was seriously polluted without knowing it, in that case In typical cases, the surviving parties were unable to distinguish the "fake" in front of them at all.

But the woman in front of her can tell the difference.

She isn't affected by cognitive pollution?

"Ma'am," Agatha said, considering her words, "how did you tell that 'monster' did not belong to your husband?"

"Do you even need to ask? My husband.... He died a few years ago, and there is something wrong with that thing, how could it be my husband?" The woman became a little excited, "What's more. Things are still going to my child... my child, he pointed at that monster and called him daddy, he... he was controlled by that monster, he must be controlled by that monster, he... ..."

"You think your child was controlled by a monster, so you strangled his neck?" Agatha frowned, and asked again, "You know that you..."

"I didn't choke him! I just wanted to pull him back, I didn't choke him!"

The woman was completely excited, and even jumped up from the sofa, as if she was about to pounce on the gatekeeper in front of her, and her bloodshot eyes regained the previous fear and madness, so that even her rationality seemed to evaporate It's all over - the guards standing nearby reacted immediately and wanted to hold down the poor woman who lost her mind, but Agatha's reaction was one step faster.

The gatekeeper raised his cane and tapped it gently on the woman's forehead.

The latter fell asleep instantly.

"She was terrified," the female captain with short black hair shook her head, "This kind of thing is true for ordinary people..."

"No, it's not pure fright, it's another form of sanity pollution—she's in a temporary state of madness, but just retains the basic ability to talk," Agatha shook her head, her brows furrowed all the time, "She was not affected by cognition and memory interference. Although she didn't know the specific reason, she clearly recognized the essence of the 'fake', but 'seeing through the truth itself is a kind of damage to ordinary people."

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked around the small residence.

“Where is the child?”

"Temporarily sent to a safe place - overly frightened, and experienced short-term suffocation, may not be able to accept inquiries."

"Well," Agatha ordered, "separate the mother and child temporarily, take care of them and provide psychological counseling, especially the child, comfort and comfort them, if the mother and child think of any valuable information, immediately Report me."

"Yes."

Agatha nodded, and then walked through the living room to the small washroom and bathroom.

On the ground near the shower, you can also see the marks left by the guards after collecting evidence.

The fake was once locked in this bathroom, but in the end... it left less than a "sample" of a test tube.

This is very unusual.

Although the counterfeit itself is weird in nature and its origin is a mystery, at least one thing is clear: they are also composed of a certain amount of physical substances, and even if they disintegrate, these physical substances will not disappear out of thin air.

Agatha frowned slightly, and walked around the narrow washing room twice. Suddenly, she stopped and stared fixedly at one place.

In the corner, the rusty sewer inlet. She came quickly to the floor drain and tapped the end of her tin cane on the cast-iron grate, looking down at the dark opening inside.

The darkness in the sewer pipe has an invisible bottom, as if all the truth is buried.

"...No way...Damn it! "

Agatha suddenly took a deep breath and realized a possibility, and this possibility made her hands and feet feel cold.

"Evacuate this building, move all residents to the nearest neighborhood church and public shelter," she quickly returned to the living room, and ordered very quickly, "Contact the neighborhood municipal office and close this building Thing... no, shut down all secondary plumbing connected to this building, including sewer and water supply - send another team to the nearest sewage treatment station immediately, and check the sedimentation tanks and screens! "

The team leader was taken aback after hearing this series of orders, but she didn't ask any questions. The instinct of obeying the orders made her straighten her body immediately: "Yes! Your Excellency the Gatekeeper!"

After Agatha gave the order, she came to the sleeping woman next to the sofa.

Why did this woman see through the truth of the "fake" instead of being affected by the interference of cognition and memory?

Even at this time, Agatha is still very concerned about this matter.

At this moment, a guard who was investigating clues in other rooms suddenly ran into the living room, holding something in his hand.

"Your Excellency the Gatekeeper! We found this!"

Agatha immediately followed the prestige, and saw that what the other party was holding was a small plaster statue that looked quite old.

It is a profile portrait of the Frost Queen.

"The statue of the Mad Queen?" Immediately, other guards in the room whispered, "I didn't expect this thing to exist here."

Agatha looked serious. She stepped forward to take the bust, which was about ten centimeters high, and carefully observed the details on the statue.

"...It's an authentic product from that year, with a special anti-counterfeiting mark on the bottom of the sculpture," she simply judged, and raised her head, "Where is this thing placed?"

"In a hidden door deep in a closet," the guard who found the Queen's profile immediately reported, "There are also coins and souvenir books from the Queen's era. It seems.... is still secretly missing Frost Queen's people."

Agatha didn't speak for a while, but just stared at the plaster statue in her hand.

The Queen of Frost...Even today, half a century later, there are still citizens in the city-state secretly commemorating the Queen. This fact itself does not surprise her.

It was a glorious age after all~IndoMTL.com~It was a once great queen after all--50 years of time is not enough to erase all traces of the Queen's era from the city-state, Some old people who lived through that era, and their descendants, are still deeply affected by it.

There are sporadic supporters of the Queen among the people-fifty years ago, this sneaky commemoration was enough to lead to hanging, but today, fifty years later, the ban in this regard has actually been relaxed a lot Well, Agatha had heard about this more than once during her years as a gatekeeper.

In most cases, if it is just a spontaneous act of "collecting souvenirs" among the people, today's guards and sheriffs will not pursue it too much, and sometimes they will even pretend not to see it, or just give a verbal warning.

This family only collected a bust of the Queen, a few coins and a booklet, which is not a big deal.

But thinking of the changes that just happened in this residence, Agatha couldn't help but think about it.

The parties in this incident were not affected by cognitive interference, but saw through the truth of the "fake". Could it be... related to the Queen's souvenir here?

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