Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 361

[Chapter 359 The End]

Fake.

Nemo Wilkins There was an unconcealable horror on his 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.

And after that, 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 duplicate, and the duplicate was lying in front of him. This was obviously a tribute to the deceased. kind of insult.

“There are shadows of the Annihilation Cultist 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 Nemo’s mood changes and said, “But even if we find Those Annihilation Cultists may not be able to fundamentally solve the problem – what is hidden behind those heretics is the source.” “

What is hidden behind those heretics?” Nemo suddenly woke up from his angry mood, as if suddenly Thinking of something, “Behind them… is it possible that this matter also involves the existence of gods?”

It was Fan Na who answered him: “Replicas are constantly gushing out from under the deep sea, even for fifty years. The former Frost Queen failed to solve this crisis—do you think this kind of thing can be done by a group of cultists?” “There are clues that this matter has

involved the Lord of the Deep,” Morris continued, “His power, and even some of his limbs, may have appeared in the real world—but you don’t need to ask about the specific situation.”

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.

” Something, was strangled to death by a tentacle of the Youshen Lord in the dream while dreaming in the middle of the night.

Fan Na bent down and inspected the body of “Crow” on the ground.

This fake is lifelike, at least from the outside, it still maintains almost the same appearance as the real one, only the dirty black “mud” is seeping out little by little around its edge, it seems that the disintegration process has just begun.

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 looked through the pocket of the “crow” coat – the previous piece of paper on which the mysterious “hyeroglyphic narrative” was transcribed was placed in this pocket.

The pocket is empty inside, 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 strangely flocculent. , the inter-adhesive fibers and clumps are blurred together, presenting a state of fusion with the deeper flesh and skin structure.

“That piece of paper hasn’t been copied…the inside of the clone is in a typical state of confusion…no blood…” Duncan muttered to himself, and then reached out to touch the black mud that was slowly wriggling on the ground next to him Substance, but saw that the latter suddenly shrank, fading to the side as if alive, “…these things haven’t solidified yet, but the speed of peristalsis is slowing down.”

He stood up slowly and sighed softly: “There’s nothing to check, let’s purify it to avoid future troubles. Fanna, step back a little bit.”

Hearing that, Fanna quickly stepped back a few steps, and at the same time pulled Alice, who still didn’t know why, backed away. , Mr. Morris was also retreating.

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 know.

A cluster of dark green flames suddenly appeared at Duncan’s feet, and immediately afterward, the flames swooped towards the “fake” not far away as if they smelled the predators of the prey – the flames soared into the air, and the crackling sound of extraordinary firewood burning The continuous ringing sounded, and the corpse formed by the strange black mud was burned to a piece of ashes almost instantly. While the flames were burning, the gas lamps on the surrounding walls, the lanterns carried by the old ghost and Nemo seemed to be stained. Layers of green!

The whole process actually lasted less than a few seconds, but Nemo was already breaking out in a layer of cold sweat—when the flame rose into the air, great fear filled his body and mind, and he even felt that his soul was dying. He must resonate in front of the flame and ignite spontaneously, so that when the flame disappears, he even feels lucky to survive the disaster.

Duncan turned his head and looked at the few people who had almost hid in the corner of the corridor on the other side: “The burning is over… What are you doing hiding so far? Why don’t you just 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 forward After catching up with Duncan, 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: “Say… Will Captain Tirian Also very afraid of his father?”

The old ghost didn’t seem to hear it, he just walked forward and looked up at the front as if distracted, until Nemo couldn’t help calling him twice, he suddenly lost his head. Tail muttered: “That fire… I have seen it…”

Nemo 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 But he didn’t answer again. With a rope hanging on his body and a crowbar in his hand, he walked forward unhurriedly like a sleepwalker. Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he caught up with Duncan who was walking in front. Mumbling with Alice: “The queen is ahead, hurry up, hurry up…”

Nemo looked at the back of the old ghost, scratched his hair, and couldn’t help muttering: “Okay, I’m sick again…”

After a long time, the team stopped again.

There is no way ahead.

A pile of collapsed boulders and semi-molten steel wreckage completely blocked the road ahead-and it seemed that it had been blocked for half a century.

“This is the end of this corridor,” Nemo said, pointing to the collapsed area in front of it. “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.

” We came to the end… But we found nothing along the way…” Fan Na couldn’t help frowning, and looked back at the direction the team came from, “I didn’t even find the trace left by the ‘fake’ movement. “

Duncan didn’t speak. He came to the collapsed ruins, carefully observed the stacked stones, cement and steel, frowned, and said nothing.

Seeing this, Alice couldn’t help coming over: “What are you looking for?”

“There may be gaps or tunnels,” Duncan said casually, “People can’t get through, but fluid like mud 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 before The picture imagined in his mind gave him goosebumps, “This sounds…it’s really chilling.”

Duncan didn’t speak, he took two steps back, and looked up again, looking at the completely sealed place. At the end of a blocked corridor.

There really are no traces here.

Along the way, I couldn’t see any abnormal traces.

How on earth did that fake… show up in the hallway? Where did “The Crow” go before, and how did he get there?

…

A thin layer of mist rose from the boundless boundless sea.

A steamship with a beautiful white hull sailed in the mist, the bow piercing the mist floating on the surrounding sea, and the stern leaving a wake of thin 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. He only feels the coldness bit by bit through the coat, as if it is about to penetrate into the bones. ——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.”

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 weather is always like this in the cold sea.” ——There is more fog than other places, and sometimes there will be fog 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 long

time Some days, now it seems that after completing the necessary work, you should go back quickly, you will definitely get sick if you stay here for a long time,” Captain Lawrence shook his head, “The influence of the fog is getting bigger and bigger, I have to reconfirm in an hour Check the course.”

The first mate nodded immediately: “Yes, captain, I will arrange it in a while.”

Lawrence hummed, and then asked: “Is there a response to the signal sent to Frost?” “

Not yet “The first mate replied, “but it’s normal. The ports of the northern city-states have always been working at such a high efficiency—wait a little closer, they have to respond to our port entry application.” (End of this chapter

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