Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 334

[Chapter 332 The City of Infiltration]

The paper is crumpled, and many places have been polluted by gray-black “mud”. The writing on it is blurred and missing, but after Morris handled it carefully, many of the words on it were restored A barely decipherable state——

“Brown Scott” recorded the strange changes that happened to him during his final waking state: “…

around four o’clock in the morning, it has been twelve hours since the door was locked , the increasingly intense tinnitus and paroxysmal dizziness seriously affected my own actions, and I could only write something when I was in a better state. There seemed to be bleeding under the skin, and I saw inexplicable bruises… “At half past six

, The internal organs seem to be tumbling, as if the structure of the body has lost its order, and each of them has their own thoughts wandering around in the body. They don’t feel pain, and even the dizziness has weakened a lot… The fear began to subside, and clearer memories appeared in the In my mind…

“Around seven o’clock, I clearly recalled the details of the time of death, and I became more and more convinced that my real self had already died. My left leg was inexplicably broken—or maybe a piece of bone in the middle suddenly dissolved and disappeared.” Eight

ten Five minutes later, the left leg began to dissolve. First, the skin cracked on its own, and then the internal tissues flowed out like some kind of gray-black liquid. The separated liquid substances seemed to have their own life, wriggling on the floor, and even climbing up the walls… …I was worried for a while whether the wooden boards I nailed to the windows could block these weird and terrible substances, but later found that they gradually lost their activity after leaving the body, and even when they remained active, they seemed to be consciously avoiding sunlight… …This may be very important information, hereby record…

“…the heart stopped beating, but the consciousness still persisted. I could feel that this body no longer operated according to the normal human physiological mechanism. I tried to cut a hole The wound, there is no blood in the wound, only a gray-black viscous substance slowly flowing out… What kind of substance is this body made of at this moment?

“The whole lower body began to dissolve, and it took some effort to fix myself in one position, and continue to write these words – I don’t feel any pain now, I am not breathing, my heartbeat has long stopped, and I can hear humming occasionally The noise, as if the substances that make up itself are resonating… More and more viscous substances have left the body, making a mess of the room…

“…I hope Galoni will not be scared when she cleans up the room… Although when I wrote this name, I can hardly recall Galone’s appearance in my mind.

“At half past ten, the most worrying thing began to happen. The vision is rapidly weakening, and the environment is rapidly darkening. I have to fumble around the edge of the paper to make the writing below as clear as possible… “I can’t confirm the current time, it is about

ten From one o’clock to twelve o’clock, I heard a sharp and strange sound. The sound lasted for about five minutes, and then all the discomfort began to subside, and the perception of the rest of the body also rapidly weakened. I can vaguely feel the part below the chest falling…

“It may be another hour,”

the text stopped here.

I don’t know if the recorder’s consciousness has finally reached the end, or he has lost most of his perception and has been unable to accurately write the words on the paper-in the end, the dead person left the world with only one punctuation that ended abruptly .

Morris was silent for a long time without making any sound. After some time, he said softly to himself: “Ah, it is indeed his handwriting.” “Do you need to be alone for a while?” Duncan said

calmly Glancing at the old gentleman, “I can wait for you outside.”

“No, I have already mourned for him once,” Morris shook his head lightly, “I just didn’t expect to be able to see him again six years later.” His academic records… these materials are very useful, right?”

Duncan didn’t answer immediately, but just leaned closer to the “mud” that had solidified and stagnated, observing their edges thoughtfully, and then Picking up Brown Scott’s last record, he inspected the edge of the paper where it had been completely soaked in mud.

The edges were a bit fuzzy and jagged, and the boundary between paper and mud seemed to have disappeared, even showing a state of partial fusion.

Morris noticed Duncan’s actions: “Did you find anything?”

“…the element,” Duncan looked up, “the local church of Frost is researching this substance, and they believe that this ‘deep-sea replica’ will The remaining viscous matter is very close to the “element” in the mouth of the Annihilation Cultist.”

Morris was taken aback, but now he is more or less used to the captain’s situation where he does not know when and where to grasp new clues , so I was not curious to ask about the source of this information. I just said after a short thought: “…I know the term ‘element’. If you want to study the historical origins of cultists, you can’t get around these gods and gods. He

paused, as if sorting out the information in his mind, and continued after a while: “Just as the Sun Cultists firmly believe that the ancient real sun will save the world sooner or later, the Annihilation Cultists also have similar ‘salvation prophecy’, they preach that in the future One day, the Lord Youshen will wake up from his slumber, and in his fury will destroy the present world, which has been twisted and deceived by the gods, and the abyssal sea, which represents the “real world”, will rise from the depths of the world and once again become the home of mortals. Before that day comes, there will be a large number of ‘elements’, the elements are the cornerstone of the world, the blueprint of all things, they will cover all things, and restore the world to its true appearance…”

Listen Listening to the old scholar’s narration, Duncan was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head: “It’s gushing out…from the deep sea?”

Morris didn’t speak for a while.

“I am more and more interested in those Annihilation Cultists now, but compared to their so-called ‘Salvation Prophecy’, I am more curious about how they have established a ‘connection’ with a place a thousand meters deep under the frost at this moment,” said Duncan Shaking his head, “The replica comes from the deep sea, both the Obsidian and the submersible on Dagger Island, but a group of oblivion cultists talking about gods and gods… How do you think they came into contact with the power under the thousand-meter deep water?”

“…Even for a powerful city-state, it is not a trivial matter to build a submersible that can travel to and from the deep sea of a thousand meters. At the very least, this cannot be something that a group of cultists can grasp,” Morris said in thought, “But they can guide the power of the deep sea through some indirect ritual, or communicate with the…’powerful existence’ of the deep sea.” “

So, there must be a larger cult stronghold in Frost, a hidden place that can hold large-scale rituals , enough to allow them to continuously mobilize the power in the deep sea to create duplicates in the city-state, and even invade Dagger Island.” Duncan spoke slowly, and at the same time raised his head, looking around the room—the only window in the room was nailed to death, The roof, walls and ground are covered with dry “mud” that has lost its vitality. All the traces here seem to be silently telling a thrilling death and confrontation.

In his perception, the Lost Homeland is sailing, heading towards Dagger Island and Frost Island.

“Perhaps we have to give the cultists here a little ‘Lost Homeland Shock’ in the end.” He said softly, rubbing his fingers at the same time, and a small cluster of dark green flames fell from his fingertips, falling silently. On the ground, it quickly melted into the air and disappeared.

Maurice saw this, of course, but he said nothing, just glanced one last time at the table next to him.

That was the last place where Brown Scott “worked”—maybe it was just a short-lived replica, but when the body that was constantly collapsing and disintegrating was writing at the desk, it still had a noble soul.

“…How to deal with things here?” The old scholar raised his head and looked at the captain. “The traces in the room, the documents left by Brown, and…Galonia on the first floor.” “We have already got

enough Clue, leave the rest to Frostman,” Duncan said lightly, “Leave the room as it is, leave that letter in a prominent place on the table, and prepare a report letter, as for Galone…”

Duncan There was a pause.

“The cognitive interference Galone suffered is obviously not over yet. After the replica in this building disappeared, she still has no signs of regaining consciousness, and she even firmly believes that her teacher is resting in the room, which shows that there is interference The ‘source’ is not her teacher, but something that is still active and hidden in the depths of the city-state, and if that source is not eliminated, she will not really recover.” Speaking of this, he frowned slightly

, It seems to think of more.

“And… not sure how many ‘Brown Scott’s’ and how many ‘Galone’s” there are in this city-state.”

Morris froze: “You mean…”

“It’s rumored in the city With the rumors of the return of the dead, but at the same time there are diametrically opposite news reaching Tirian.” Duncan glanced at Morris, “I am afraid that this city-state has been infiltrated into a sieve by replicas and cognitive interference. “

(end of this chapter)