Deep Sea Embers Chapter 297: Cemetery Survey
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Maurice's wife Mary stared at the cover of the letter for a long time before taking the letter opener from the side and carefully opening it.
A thin, folded piece of paper fell out of the envelope. Before opening the paper, the first thing Mrs. Mary noticed was the uneven marks on the back of the paper.
Those are handwritings—they were written with such great force that the traces of the strokes are clearly visible on the back of the paper.
The person who wrote this letter was probably extremely emotional at the time.
The old woman sitting in front of the fireplace slightly adjusted her sitting posture, put the letter she had read on the small round table next to her, and at the same time glanced at the date stamp on the cover of the letter from Frost in her hand.
The letter was sent on December 5th.
This second letter was written by the late "Brown Scott" three days after the first letter was sent--in just three days.
Mrs. Mary opened the folded letterhead, and a few lines of scribbled words came into her eyes—they were not at all as elegant as the first letter sent by the folklorist a few days ago Neat, just a few lines of text, filled with the writer's great anxiety and fear: "My friend, the situation... No, I don't know how to explain it to you, I am very confused now, and it is even difficult to think , My mind is being disturbed by something, my memory... Don't come to Frost! In short, don't come to Frost! Even if you read other things I wrote to you in the future, and see other forms of invitations, you will never come here. Do not send a letter!
"There is a huge conspiracy here.
To be honest, the old guard was just silent—he maintained a state of almost closed mind, not moving, not speaking, and not responding to external stimuli. He came here after receiving reports from the church guards. After the end, he has been sitting quietly on this chair, like a breathing sculpture of flesh and blood.
The white-clothed guard expressed his doubts, but Han Shuangsha just shook her head: "No, it should be something more weird."
All that appeared in his mind was a bunch of chaotic lights and shadows, as well as overwhelming noise.
The old man's voice suddenly sounded in the hut, interrupting the communication between the white-clothed guard and the gatekeeper. Han Shuangsha immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and finally showed a faint smile on her expressionless face: " You're back, good."
It was a disturbing night, with an air of dread throughout, which in this case was enough to send the person concerned to seek refuge in a church.
The old lady silently threw the letter from Duan Liang into the fireplace next to her, watching it burn rapidly in the dim flame and turn into ashes.
The old guard tried his best to recall.
"They still went..."
A white-clothed guard pushed open the wooden door of the guard hut, came to Duan Liangsha, bent down and said something in a low voice. Keep it as it is, tonight may be critical and need to be guarded."
"Understood, it's recorded," Han Shuangsha nodded again, "And then? What else?"
"Protective closed mind, he is using this method to fight against and clear the pollution he has suffered, and he may also be protecting us by the way," Han Shuangsha said in a low voice, "the grave guard must have come into contact with something last night Things far beyond imagination, he seems to be struggling back from the edge of madness...but don't worry, he is an experienced fighter, and he has successfully stabilized his situation, so he will be fine."
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"Enough," Han Shuangsha nodded, "What happened yesterday?"
The church personnel in white coats walked around the cemetery, checking all the remaining traces here—every path, every coffin, and every street lamp was marked and sampled in order to restore it Tell what happened here last night.
"Why are you so foolish?" the guard in white asked subconsciously.
They can't be the reason for the old warden's closed mind, even if the demon behind us is out of control, it's not at that level.
The guard in white thought for a moment, looked up at the window, and through the slightly dirty glass window, he could see the people busy on the path outside
Busy church personnel.
Mrs. Mary glanced over the small round table beside her, and over this letter home from the Lost Home--
"An indescribable visitor?" Han Shuangsha couldn't help frowning, "Can you be more specific?"
He grunted softly, then got up and took the ink, pen and letter paper from the shelf next to him, and began to write - this paragraph will be sent to the antique shop in the upper city.
"I dare not say that I have fully recovered," the old guard said slowly, gradually stabilizing the various perceptions that were slightly shifted after reconsidering his wisdom. Jumping ghosts, "but at least I can tell which part belongs to reality and which part belongs to madness."
He looked away again, looking at the two corpses in the hut - the two intruders, and the one who was verified to be an Annihilation Cultist, apparently died at the hands of the old guard, because it is still the old situation, out of the need to protect the scene Consider, those two bodies are still in place.
"..The son of the deep sea really has a unique taste, which is more delicious than normal fish. The captain masters ordinary cooking skills, and the normal 099—that is, Miss Alice, has learned the essence of it, and you may also Time to try..."
After an unknown period of time, the young man with most of his body covered in bandages raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the window. Xiaguang.
"He led two people here, killed them, the two on the floor, and was about to go to the cemetery to kill the other two, when an accident happened."
"Okay, then this is the whole answer," Frost Sha nodded, "An unnamed visitor visited the cemetery in the final stage, but did not take the initiative to cause any damage... Are you sure you want to Is the word 'visiting' used in the report? That word is neutral, even friendly."
I vaguely saw that he left some...something on the path at the gate," said the old guard while recalling, "but I couldn't see it clearly. At this time, his vision was still slightly impaired. Chuang, there is also a big problem with cognition, I am not sure..."
"I'm sure he's talking about a pile of wreckage that was burned back by the ghost demon. We found it." The ... carrier of the visitor."
"Because there are really only traces left by a few heretics, and a pile of corpses suspected of being "restless" without any supernatural reactions," Duan Liangsha said lightly, "There is nothing observable Traces remain, which means..."
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The white-clothed guard nodded, but before leaving, she couldn't help but take a look at the old man sitting motionless on the chair. Obviously a little uneasy: "How long will he..... be in that state? Is it really all right?"
"Sure," the old warden replied calmly, "She and I had a conversation, although they hardly succeeded in communicating anything—the visitor tried to communicate, which is a neutral and friendly signal."
"No, I just remember the chaotic lights, shadows and noises," the old guard shook his head, "and even if I can describe what I see, it doesn't make sense to me—what I see is not necessarily Reality, even if it is real, is not necessarily real in the eyes of others. As human beings, our feelings
The way of knowing is too limited. "
The hasty mental closure eliminated the temporary pollution he suffered, but also cleared some useful memories.
"An indescribable... visitor came to visit. He and I looked at each other for a while, maybe only a few seconds. My timing is wrong~IndoMTL.com~ I can't do it right."
Looking at the scribbled words, Mrs. Mary seemed to be able to imagine a folklorist who had a mental problem under a huge cognitive tear, wrote these words with his last rationality, and then struggled to walk into the In the cold wind, it was difficult to deliver this scene to the post office.
There is no signature at the end of the letterhead, and even the stamp on the envelope is crooked.
The "Gatekeeper" Frost Sha stayed in the keeper's hut, and sitting opposite him was this bright, back-and-back
The crooked old guard.
He slowly refolded the paper and stuffed it back into the envelope.
Speaking of this, Frost Sha paused, and added: "As for how long that state will last... It's hard to say, it may recover in the next second, or it may have to wait until At this time tomorrow, it will depend on how long he has been in contact with this terrible pollution."
As evening approached, the guards he brought were busy in the cemetery for several hours, while the old guard in front of him was also silent for several hours.
"Here's a letter!"
The old guard raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.
What could this be? Is it a weaker deep demon? Annihilate the upper priest of the cult? Or something else?
"It means that the visitor last night didn't do anything, just being in this cemetery for a moment is enough to make him, an old guy, mentally critical."
"The corpse you sent suddenly became agitated and said a lot, as smart as a living person, and then four Annihilation Cultists entered the cemetery, trying to take away the agitated person—they used the dark devil's weapon Power disguises itself, is skilled, and is an experienced summoner. It has been hidden from my eyes, but not my intuition.