Deep Sea Embers

Only the corpses of the cultists were left scattered in the assembly hall, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which made the investigation very difficult.

But one thing is for sure, the person responsible for this attack was definitely not an ordinary person.

There is a special pungent smell left in the air, which is a sign that the "flame" has been contaminated.

Vanna carefully examined the oil lamps left in the basement. Beside her, a priest took out special powders and potions from the tool bag to analyze whether there were anything left in the oil lamps that should not appear in the real world.

Fire is the most special thing in this world.

Fire is visible order, the handwriting of the gods when they made a contract for the world, and the evidence that "civilization still exists" - as the flame burns, the changes in all things will leave their mark.

If a battle of extraordinary level had ever taken place here, then corresponding traces would definitely remain in the flames.

After the priest started busy, Vanna returned to the center of the basement and looked at the body of a sun heretic who died here.

"The bones throughout the body were broken in dozens of places. It was like being hit directly by a running bison. It's really hard to imagine what kind of weapon could have caused such a result," a coroner said nearby. "A simple blunt blow with brute force. , no traces of magic were found.”

"A brute force blunt blow... a brute force blunt blow that breaks dozens of bones at once?" Fanna frowned slightly, "What is this? A meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter?"

The coroner shook his head: "Compared to these, the ashes at the end are more suspicious."

Fanna came to the end of the basement and saw the "ashes" the other party was talking about.

There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the ground, and the clothes room was filled with fine gray-black ashes. This made it easy for people to think that a person had been lying here.

"There is no doubt that it is some kind of extraordinary power. Judging from the traces, it may be a type of mutated flame." Fanna made a brief judgment and then said to the coroner beside her. "It is difficult for normal flames to burn people." Such ashes, and the clothes are still intact after burning.”

"There are traces of impact on the wall. The cultist seemed to have been hit against the wall with huge force and then burned away by the flames," another priest at the scene said. "Only this one cultist in the entire scene was hit. Supernatural power kills - and a superhuman power the likes of which have never been seen before.

"In addition, we also found a floor in the corner of the basement that was severely corroded by an unknown force, but no residual physical material was found. This may also be the effect of extraordinary power."

"It could be a spell cast by someone, or it could be an abnormal object," Fanna said casually, "Was it discovered after a citizen reported it?"

"Yes, an enthusiastic citizen heard unusual noises in the abandoned factory and reported it to the security guards and guards who were on duty at the street corner at the turn of day and night," the priest next to him nodded and said, "These cultists are actually very cautious. They erased all traces of their activities after entering the city-state and successfully lurked in the Lower City without being discovered. If it hadn't been for this attack, they might have been able to lurk 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 sewers and alleys in the lower city are the focus of investigation during this period. We must..."

Just as she was mid-sentence, a guard suddenly walked over from the side in a hurry, holding something in his hand: "Judge, look at this!"

Vanna immediately looked up and saw the guard holding a small tray. In the tray were several slightly deformed copper bullets stained with blood.

"We found two fired revolvers at the scene. These bullets should have been fired from those two guns," the guard reported. "The blood stains on the bullets are most likely from the attackers!"

Vanna's eyes fell on those bullets, and she noticed the deformation of the bullets at first glance - the bullets were stained with blood, which showed that they had been shot into flesh and blood, but the shrinkage and deformation of the bullets... It cannot be caused by soft and fragile flesh and blood.

Unless every bullet hits the bone exactly, or... the person who was shot has extremely strong physical strength.

And how did these bullets that had already penetrated the human body end up at the scene?

Fanna thought about it carefully and thought that there were only two possibilities: either the attacker performed surgery to remove the bullet on himself at the scene, or the attacker had special physical abilities and relied on his strong body to "expel" the bullet out of the body. .

Regardless of the possibility, one thing is obvious: even though he was shot several times, this powerful attacker still killed all the cultists here without any delay, and calmly put the bullets in his body after the incident was over. Take it out.

Vanna looked at her hands.

She could do this kind of thing, but precisely because she could do it, she knew better how difficult it was for ordinary flesh-and-blood mortals.

"The person who killed these cultists should be an extremely strengthened extraordinary person, and the weapon used was some kind of large blunt instrument." With consideration in mind, Vanna turned her head and said to a follower, "The other party has rich combat experience. , has a tenacious will and is extremely strong. Considering the weapons used, he should be very tall. He may also possess some kind of fire power. It is initially judged that he has a hostile relationship with the Sun Heretic, but it is not yet certain whether he is on our side...

"Notify guards and peace officers at all levels to pay attention to people who meet the above characteristics in the near future. Once a suspected target is found, report it first and do not contact them rashly."

The attendant guard immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Judge."

Fanna exhaled softly, and roughly sketched in her mind the possible appearance of the attacker at the rally: a two-meter strong man wielding a giant mace or a meteor hammer, with superb martial arts skills, calmness and tenacity, and the ability to summon flames.

That's pretty much it.

…

Duncan sent away the second customer with a smile on his face, and looked at the chubby lady slowly walking away, feeling quite happy.

The lady is a regular customer of this store. She took a fancy to a pair of vases today 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, and it was discounted by 26 yuan. It also came with a pair of vase that were produced last Wednesday. Stone sculptures from the Solander dynasty.

Regular customers know that the items are fake, but they believe that store manager Duncan is genuine from the beginning to the end.

After throwing a few crumpled bills into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling slightly calmer in his impetuous mood.

At least for now, running this antique shop was a novel and interesting thing for him.

Of course, making money from this small business is indeed limited. The profit from selling two vases and two ornaments is only a little more than six soles. And after most of the day, there were only two people in his antique shop. Customers - He didn't know whether this "customer flow" was too much or too little for normal times, but it was obviously not as promising as reporting cultists.

Duncan allocated part of his energy to pay attention to the situation on Ai's side.

The pigeon was flying low over Fourth Street. Unfortunately, the sun amulet strapped to its back had no reaction so far.

Of course, this is normal - although there are many cultists pouring into the city-state of Pland, they are not so widespread that they can spread everywhere. In addition, they will deliberately disperse their activities and hide in various forgotten corners. Inside, it is not easy to discover nature.

Hunting requires patience.

Duncan enjoyed this quiet time leisurely. While focusing on the movements of the pigeons, he also occasionally paid attention to the situation on the Lost Home, or controlled his body on the ship to walk around on the deck, watching Alice and the weird things on the ship. The strange scene of fighting with something and then being chased and running around with your head in your hands suddenly makes you feel that this wonderful life is not bad at all.

At this moment, a clear and melodious ringing of a bell suddenly came from the direction of the door, interrupting his random thoughts in leisure and comfort.

"welcome."

Duncan said casually, raised his head and looked at the door, and saw an old gentleman with gray hair pushing the door open.

This is a very well-dressed old gentleman. His dark brown coat is brand new and neat. The leather shoes on his feet are very polished. He is holding a black cane with no visible material in his hand. His hair and tie are both meticulous.

This is not like a dress that would appear in the downtown area, but more like a decent person in a cross street or even an uptown area.

Duncan had no idea about the so-called "respectable people" in this world, but he could tell at a glance that this old gentleman was not an ordinary customer.

"Do you like it?" He smiled, like a real antique store manager, "Take it away if you have the chance."