Deep Sea Embers Chapter 358: The end
Fake.
After learning from Duncan and others what a "fake" is, and how many fakes have appeared in the city-state recently, and their erosion and cognitive interference characteristics may have covered a large area, Nemo Way Unconcealable horror appeared on Erkins' face.
Even the old ghost, whose mind is sometimes sober and sometimes confused, felt the horror behind this grotesque phenomenon-he kept talking about the queen and the queen's guard, with a restless look on his face, and it took a long time before he calmed down .
After this, what Nemo felt was anger.
He couldn't accept that the "crow" who had followed him for many years died in such an unexplained way—even more he couldn't accept that the latter was made into a copy, and the copy was lying in front of him. An insult to the dead.
"There are shadows of the Annihilation Cultists behind this incident. The guards in the city should have started a large-scale search, and it is estimated that some progress will be made soon." Duncan noticed the change in Nemo's mood and said, " But even if we find those Annihilation Cultists, I’m afraid it won’t be able to fundamentally solve the problem—what is hidden behind those cultists is the source.”
"What is hidden behind those cultists?" Nemo suddenly woke up from his anger, and seemed to suddenly think of something, "Behind them... Could it be possible that this matter also involves the existence of gods ?”
It was Fan Na who answered him: "Replicas are continuously gushing out from the deep sea, even the Frost Queen 50 years ago couldn't solve this crisis--do you think this kind of thing is Can a group of cultists do it?"
"There are clues that this matter has already involved the Youshen Lord," Morris continued, "the power of his body, and even some of its limbs, may have appeared in the real world—but don't ask about the specific circumstances."
It is not a good thing for ordinary people to have too much contact with the information pointing to the gods.
Nemo heard a hint of warning from the old scholar's tone, he immediately came to his senses and nodded vigorously: "I understand...I won't ask any more."
He didn't want to be strangled to death by a tentacle of the Lord of the Deep in the dream in the middle of the night just because he heard something he shouldn't have heard.
Fan Na bent down, inspecting the body of "Crow" on the ground.
This counterfeit is lifelike, at least from the outside, it still maintains almost the same appearance as the real one, only the dirty black "mud" is oozing out from the edge part, it seems that the disintegration process has just started start.
This is also the first time that Duncan has seen the process of a fake from completeness to disintegration from an onlooker's perspective, and this information is also invaluable to him.
He stretched out his hand and flipped through the pocket of the "crow" coat - the previous piece of paper on which the mysterious "hieroglyphic narrative" was transcribed was placed in this pocket.
The inside of the pocket is empty, and the inside is also gradually disintegrating.
Fan Na stretched out her hand, and the water vapor in the air quickly condensed into an ice blade, and a dagger appeared in her hand. She used the improvised dagger to open the clothes near the "crow"'s chest, and found that the inner layer of the clothes was strange. The flocculent, cohesive fibers and clumps are blurred together, showing a state of fusion with the deeper flesh and skin structure.
"That piece of paper has not been copied...the interior of the copy is in a typical state of confusion...no blood..." Duncan muttered to himself, and stretched out his hand to touch the side Those black muddy substances that were slowly wriggling on the ground, but saw the latter shrink suddenly, fading to the side like life, "...These things haven't solidified yet, but the wriggling speed is slowing down. "
He stood up slowly, sighed softly: "There is nothing to check, let's purify it to avoid future troubles. Fanna, you all step back."
As soon as Fan Na heard this, she quickly stepped back a few steps to the side. At the same time, she pulled Alice, who was still unclear, back, and old Mr. Morris also retreated.
Seeing this, Nemo and the old ghost also backed away—although they didn't know why Fanna and the others were suddenly so nervous.
Then they will know.
A cluster of dark green flames suddenly appeared in Duncan
At the foot, immediately after, the flame swooped towards the "fake" not far away like a predator smelling its prey—the flame soared into the air, and the crackling sound of extraordinary firewood burning continuously sounded, and the strange black mud The formed corpse was burnt to ashes almost instantly, and while the flames were burning, the gas lamps on the surrounding walls, the lantern carried by the old ghost and Nemo seemed to be stained with a layer of green!
The whole process actually only lasted a few seconds, but Nemo was already breaking out in a layer of cold sweat—when the flames rose into the air, great fear filled his body and mind, and he even felt that he His soul would resonate in front of the flame and ignite spontaneously, so that when the flame disappeared, he even felt lucky to survive the disaster.
Duncan turned his head and looked at the people who almost hid in the corner of the other side of the corridor: "The burning is over... What are you doing hiding so far? Why don't you take a few steps back?"
"I have a psychological shadow on this thing." Vannat said bluntly.
Duncan: "..."
He stood awkwardly for a while, then touched the bandage near the tip of his nose, turned and walked further into the corridor: "Ahem, let's go, see what else is ahead."
Several people stepped up to catch up with Duncan, while Nemo looked at the burly figure walking in the front with lingering fear, and after walking a few steps, he turned back to the old ghost who was following him: "You said... ..Will Captain Tirian be afraid of his father too?"
The old ghost didn't seem to hear it, just walked forward, looking up in front of him as if distracted, until Nemo couldn't help calling him twice, he suddenly muttered something : "That fire....I have seen it
Nimo was stunned for a moment: "Have you seen it? You said you have seen the flame just now? Where did you see it?"
The old ghost didn't answer again. He hung a rope and held a crowbar in his hand. He walked forward unhurriedly like a sleepwalker. Duncan and Alice, who were walking in front, muttered, "The queen is ahead, hurry up, hurry up..."
Looking at the back of the old ghost, Nemo scratched his hair, and couldn't help muttering: "Okay, I'm sick again
After an unknown period of time, the team stopped again.
There is no way ahead.
A pile of collapsed boulders and semi-molten steel wreckage has completely blocked the road ahead-and it looks like it has been blocked for half a century.
"This is the end of this corridor," Nemo said, pointing to the collapsed area ahead, "This was blown up when the Queen's Guard retreated back then. The entire collapsed area is probably several hundred meters long, and it is impossible for anyone to pass through. "
"This is the end...but we didn't find anything along the way..." Fan Na couldn't help frowning, and looked back at the direction the team came from, "I didn't even find anything That'fake, the trace left by the move."
Duncan didn't speak. He came to the collapsed ruins and carefully observed the stacked stones, cement and steel, frowning tightly, without saying a word.
Seeing this, Alice couldn't help coming over: "What are you looking for?"
"There may be gaps or channels," Duncan said casually, "people can't get through, but mud-like fluids can seep through small holes."
"Do you suspect... that fake first infiltrated the collapsed area in the form of a fluid' element, and then condensed into a human form and fell down in the corridor?" Morris quickly understood what Duncan meant , but the picture imagined in his mind gave him goosebumps, "This sounds... really chilling."
Duncan didn't speak. He took two steps back, raised his head again, and looked at the end of the corridor that had been completely blocked.
There really are no traces here.
On the way here, I can't see any abnormal traces.
How the **** did that fake... get in the hallway? Where did "The Crow" go before, and how did he get there?
A thin layer of mist formed on the boundless boundless sea.
A steamship with a beautiful white hull is sailing in the mist, the ship
The bow penetrated the mist floating on the surrounding sea, and the stern left behind layers of fine waves.
Captain Lawrence came to the deck wearing a thick coat, and looked at the misty sea in the distance, as well as the faintly undulating sea level and iceberg silhouettes in the fog.
It is daytime now, and the sun is hanging high in the sky, but the sun does not dispel the mist on the sea, nor does it dispel the chill in the sea breeze. Gradually seeping in—it feels like the whole body is gradually soaking into the cold sea water.
"The temperature in the north...is really not friendly to me, an old man who was born and raised in the central sea~IndoMTL.com~ Lawrence couldn't help muttering.
His first mate, Gus, came over from the side. He was a tall and thin middle-aged man with slightly curly short brown hair. After hearing the captain's muttering, he laughed: "The cold sea always This kind of weather—there is more fog than other places, and sometimes it will be foggy during the day, the air is filled with chill, and there is sudden snowfall in the city-state... It is difficult for outsiders to adapt.”
"Originally, I planned to stay in Frost for a while longer, but now it seems that I should go back quickly after finishing the necessary work. If I stay here for a long time, I will definitely get sick," Captain Lawrence shook his head. It's getting bigger and bigger, and I need to reconfirm the course after an hour."
The first mate nodded immediately: "Yes, captain, I will make arrangements in a moment."
Lawrence hummed, and then asked again: "Is there a response to the signal sent to Frost?"
"Not yet," the first mate replied, "but it's normal. The port work efficiency of the northern city-states has always been like this - let's get closer, they have to respond to our port entry application."
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