Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 360

[Chapter 358 Counterfeit]

The content on the counterfeit paper has no beginning and no end, as if hiding some plausible metaphors, but it only makes people feel weird when you look at it carefully, even if a well-informed university student like Morris repeats those words over and over I looked at it several times, but couldn’t see the slightest clue.

What are Lost Kings? What is the Forsaken Clan? What is the man in the ashes and the “asylum” that is mentioned repeatedly in those passages?

Duncan frowned, his eyes swept over the slightly smeared ink stains soaked in water, some of the words recorded on them reminded him vaguely, but it was difficult to form a coherent train of thought, he only vaguely felt that… …This doesn’t seem to be pure lunacy. The passage that seems like a religious record seems to be talking about something related to the current “deep sea age”.

Or, it was something before the deep sea era.

“Is this written by a crow?” Fanna suddenly raised her head and looked at Nemo who was standing beside her.

“It’s his handwriting,” Nemo knelt down to read it, and nodded with certainty. “He always elongates the last stroke at the end of the sentence. No one else has this problem.” “What does he believe in?

” Fan Na asked again, “Besides orthodox beliefs, has he come into contact with any other spiritual guidance? It doesn’t have to be heresy beliefs—grey societies like secret societies and academic monastic societies can also be counted.” “He is a

devout I have been a believer in the God of Death since I was a child, and I have never seen him go to any other gatherings except Bartok’s church,” Crow said while thinking, “As for things like associations and academic monasteries… …That’s even more impossible, how could his brain be involved in this kind of thing? The guy in the public high school in the lower city has to take tuition for three years before he can graduate, even if he wants to join those monks, he will have to ask for it!”

“…a devout orthodox believer who has never been in contact with other spiritual guidance other than the orthodox belief… This is interesting,” Fanna looked at the paper in Morris’s hand, curling her fingers to her chin thoughtfully , “The narrative method above obviously has the shadow of the classical city-state era or earlier dark ages, and it is a typical ‘holy script’. This kind of thing is not something that can be imagined out of thin air by a person who can barely graduate from a public high school— —and the ‘crow’ still put it next to his body, which shows that he is very concerned about the things on this piece of paper.”

Duncan didn’t speak, he had been thinking silently, and then he suddenly realized: “So, this thing may be Where did he copy it from?”

“Copy it?” Nemo was stunned for a moment, and then he also realized, “You mean, the crow may have strayed somewhere, and the thing on this paper…is The ‘clues’ he transcribed there?”

“Perhaps, he himself didn’t know the meaning of the things he transcribed, but this was the most suspicious and noteworthy information he saw there,” Duncan said slowly She nodded slowly, “Unfortunately, he may have been killed while copying these things.”

“He strayed into a certain place…” Fan Na stood up slowly, with her hands folded on her chest. Before, he said in his thoughts, “Then this place must be completely unfamiliar to ‘The Crow’, and the environment may be quite strange, so that the person concerned can’t judge where he is in a short time, but can only hurriedly see the place in front of him. What he saw was recorded as a clue. On the other hand, he may have been found and killed shortly after the transcription, so he did not have time to explore the surroundings-otherwise he would have had the opportunity to record more characteristic information to describe what he saw. Seeing environment.”

As she spoke, she looked down at the drowned body again, frowning slightly.

“Where did he go? How did he get sent back? A wet corpse must leave traces when it is transported…”

Nemo raised his head and looked around.

In the dry sewer corridor, there is no trace of dragging the corpse.

“Perhaps we should follow the crow’s usual patrol route and search in depth. He may have left traces before he strayed into that place,” Morris said, looking up into the depths of the corridor ahead, “He usually walks in this direction Is it?”

“Yes,” Nemo nodded, “This corridor leads to the direction of the upper city, but there is a section of road in the middle where the lighting is unstable and occasionally shrouded in darkness, although there is no big problem with short-term darkness. But there may still be some… not so good things, so you need to patrol frequently to find the shadows that have just grown up in time.” “

Then go and have a look, maybe you can find clues if you go as soon as possible,” Duncan nodded , “If something really came out over there, it should be dealt with together.”

No one objected.

The group bid farewell to the crow’s body for the time being, and were about to explore deeper into the sewer corridor, but before passing the young man’s body, Nemo and the old ghost lowered their heads at the same time.

“Wait here for us, we’ll come back to pick you up,” Nemo said.

The old ghost bent down, took out a triangular amulet from nowhere, and stuffed it on the crow’s chest: “Don’t run around, kid.”

Duncan watched this scene silently, and waited for Nemo to say goodbye to the old ghost before turning around and taking it with him. The team moves forward.

“We’ll tell Captain Tirian what happened here when we get back,” Vanna said suddenly on the way, “that young man won’t die for no apparent reason.” “Thank you,”

Nemo whispered, his emotions evident. Not good, depression and loss linger, “That kid…in fact, he didn’t do any great things in his life, but he was remembered by Captain Tirian and Captain Duncan this time, which is probably an honor. “

“Does he have a family?” Morris also broke the silence and asked softly.

“Family? It’s long gone. He grew up in an orphanage. When he was a teenager, he came out of the orphanage and became an apprentice with me.” Nemo shook his head. “Listen to the director of the orphanage, That kid was picked up from the road, in a trash can on the corner of the street, when he was picked up, he was really only as long as a crow from head to toe…”

“Abandoned babies,” the old ghost muttered, his voice seemed to be filled with anger, “when the queen was still here, this kind of thing would not be allowed to happen—abandoned babies would be put in prison! As a result, everyone now He is so depraved that he can throw the child into the trash can… That kid has a big life. When he first came to us from the orphanage, he was very thin. He looked like a monkey when he was a teenager. I was always worried about him He will catch wind and chill and die in one winter, but he still survived…he survived…”

The old man stopped suddenly, as if he was a little stuck, and then shook his head emotionally: “After all, he still didn’t survive.

” The atmosphere was extremely gloomy, and even Alice, who had always been dull, felt the oppressive atmosphere. She looked up and looked around in confusion, and finally came to the old ghost hesitantly, as if she wanted to comfort the old man: “You… don’t be sad “

The old ghost raised his head, stared blankly at Alice wearing a wig and veil, and then sniffed vigorously: “Queen, you have to take care of this matter…”

Alice looked at her in a daze. The old man in front of him.

But soon, her embarrassment was broken – the team stopped suddenly.

The corridor ahead was shrouded in dim light. Two faulty gas lamps were embedded on the wall. The barely emitted light could hardly completely disperse the darkness in the depths. Fanna looked up at the ground at the junction of light and darkness, His expression became a little more serious.

“Over there… there’s a person upside down.”

She said in a low voice.

A thin-looking figure fell beside the gutter at the edge of the corridor, motionless, and the faint gas lamp, which was dim due to poor airflow, shone on the familiar blue thick coat.

A group of people came to the fallen body, but after seeing the other person’s face, Duncan was not surprised at all—it was a crow.

However, unlike Duncan and the others who had expected it, Nemo and the old ghost were only shocked when they saw that face, and even a little panic.

“A crow?!” Nemo’s voice trembled a little. He stared dumbfounded at the man lying on the ground, and subconsciously took half a step back, “This…how is this…” “It’s a fake.” Duncan said

. He calmly interrupted Nemo’s exclamation. From the first glance, he confirmed that the body in front of him was a fake made of “elements” – because around the “corpse”, there were already a small amount of black spots. Viscous material appeared, apparently its disintegration process had started.

There seem to be differences among the fakes. Although they are also made of “elements”, some fakes can be active in the city-state for ten days and half a month, while others collapse when they are transported to the cemetery. However, the “fake” in front of me…it seems to disintegrate faster.

It’s only been a few hours since the crow disappeared.

Duncan was thinking quickly in his mind –

if the crow really strayed into a dangerous and weird place – such as the lair of the Annihilation Cultist – and transcribed the suspicious “hyeroglyphic narrative” there, Then the copying against him…should have started there as well.

And now, his duplicate body is lying in this area, where he often patrols.

The direction is right.

Perhaps, the source of the clone is near here!

(end of this chapter)