Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 298

[Chapter 298 Investigation of the Cemetery]

Maurice’s wife Mary stared at the cover of the letter for a long time before taking the letter opener from the side and carefully opening it.

A thin, folded piece of paper fell out of the envelope. Before opening the paper, the first thing Mrs. Mary noticed was the uneven marks on the back of the paper.

That’s handwriting – it’s written with so much force that the strokes are clearly visible on the back of the paper.

The person who wrote this letter was probably extremely emotional at the time.

The old lady sitting in front of the fireplace slightly adjusted her sitting posture, put the letter she had read on the small round table next to her, and at the same time glanced at the date stamp on the cover of the letter from Frost in her hand.

The letter was sent on December 5th.

The second letter was written by the late “Brown Scott” three days after the first letter was sent—three short days.

Mrs. Mary opened the folded letterhead, and a few lines of scribbled and messy text came into her eyes—they were not at all as elegant and neat as the first letter sent by the folklorist a few days ago. In just a few lines of text, the author is filled with great anxiety and panic:

“My friend, the situation… is not right, I don’t know how to explain it to you, I am very confused now, it is even difficult to think, my mind is in the Disturbed by something, memory… Don’t come to Frost! In short, don’t come to Frost! Even if you read other things I wrote to you in the future, and see other forms of invitations, don’t come to Frost!

“There’s a huge conspiracy here.

“Don’t come to Frost!”

The end of the letterhead didn’t even have a signature, and even the stamp on the envelope was crooked.

Mrs. Mary looked at the scribbled words, as if she could imagine a folklorist who had a mental problem under the huge cognitive tear, wrote these words with the last of his reason, and then struggled into the frost. The scene when the letter was delivered to the post office with difficulty in the cold wind.

She slowly refolded the paper and stuffed it back into the envelope.

It was a disturbing letter, and the whole thing had an air of dread throughout that, under normal circumstances, would have been enough to send the person concerned to seek refuge in a church.

Mrs. Mary glanced at the small round table beside her, and at the home letter from the Lost Home –

“…The Heir of the Deep Sea really has a unique taste, which is more delicious than ordinary fish. The captain masters a special cooking method. skills, and anomaly 099—that is, Miss Alice, I have learned the essence of it, maybe I should try it…” The

old woman silently threw the letter from Frost into the fireplace next to her, watching It burns rapidly in bright flames, reducing to ashes.

“They’ve already gone…”

She muttered softly, then got up and took the ink, pen, and letter paper from the shelf next to her, and began to write a letter—the letter would be sent to the antique shop in the downtown area.

…

The church personnel in black coats walked around the cemetery, checking all the remaining traces here—every path, every coffin, and every street lamp was marked and sampled, hoping to restore the What happened here last night.

“Gatekeeper” Agatha stayed in the caretaker’s hut, and opposite her sat the old guard with a gloomy temperament and a stooped back.

After an unknown period of time, the young woman whose body was mostly covered with bandages raised her head, glanced at the sky outside the window, and saw that the sun had gradually sunk, and a layer of reddish rays of light began to float over the entire city-state .

As evening approached, the guards she brought had been busy in the cemetery for several hours, while the old guard in front of her was also silent for several hours.

Strictly speaking, the old guard was not just silent—he maintained a state of close-mindedness, not moving, not speaking, and not responding to external stimuli, since the church guards came here after receiving reports , he has been sitting quietly on that chair, like a breathing sculpture of flesh and blood.

A guard in black pushed open the wooden door of the guard’s hut, came to Agatha, bent down and whispered something, the latter nodded slightly: “I see, send the samples to the cathedral first, the scene remains the same , tonight may be critical, and someone needs to be guarded.”

The black-clothed guard nodded, but before leaving, he still couldn’t help but glanced at the old man sitting motionless on the chair. When he opened his cloudy eyes, the young guard was visibly disturbed: “How long will he maintain this state? Is it really okay?” “The

protective mind is closed. The pollution he suffered may also be protecting us by the way,” Agatha said in a low voice, “the gravekeeper must have come into contact with something far beyond imagination last night, he seems to have struggled back from the edge of madness…but don’t worry , he is an experienced fighter, he has successfully stabilized his situation, and nothing will happen.”

Speaking of this, Agatha paused, and added: “As for how long this state will last… then It’s hard to say, maybe it will recover in the next second, or it may have to wait until this time tomorrow, depending on how long he has been in contact with the terrible pollution.” The black-clothed guard thought for a while, looked up at the window, and looked through the window

. Slightly dirty glass windows, you can see the busy church personnel on the path outside.

He looked back and looked at the two corpses in the hut—the two intruders, who had been verified as Annihilation Cultists, apparently died at the hands of the old guard, because the situation is still unclear, and for the sake of protecting the scene, this The two bodies remained where they were.

They can’t be the reason why the old guard’s mind is closed, even if the demons behind them are out of control, they don’t have this level.

What would that be? Is it a more powerful deep demon? The upper priest of the Annihilation Cultists? Or something else?

The black-clothed guard uttered his question, but Agatha just shook her head, “No, it should be something more weird and dangerous.” “

Why are you so sure?” the black-clothed guard asked subconsciously.

“Because there are really only traces left by a few heretics at the scene, and a pile of remains of corpses suspected of being ‘restless’ without any supernatural reactions,” Agatha said lightly, “There are no observable traces left, It means…”

“It means that the visitor last night didn’t do anything. He just existed in this cemetery for a moment, and it was enough to make me, an old guy, mentally critical.” The old man’s voice suddenly sounded in the hut,

calling Cutting off the communication between the black-clothed guard and the gatekeeper, Agatha immediately looked in the direction of the sound, and finally showed a faint smile on her expressionless face: “You’re fine, you’re fine.” “Don’t dare to

say Fully recovered,” the old guard said slowly, gradually stabilizing the various perceptions that were slightly shifted after reopening his mind, he looked into Agatha’s eyes, and consciously shielded the jumping ghosts behind her, “But At least you can tell which part belongs to reality and which part belongs to madness.”

“Enough,” Agatha nodded, “What happened yesterday?” “

The corpse you sent suddenly became agitated and said a lot. , sober like a living person, and then four Annihilation Cultists entered the cemetery, trying to take away the restless man—they used the power of the deep demon to disguise themselves, skilled, and they were experienced summoners, and they deceived me ” I

lured two people here, killed them, these two on the floor, and was about to go to the cemetery to kill the other two, when an accident happened. “

The old guard raised his head and looked in the direction of the door.

“An indescribable… visitor came to visit. I stared at him for a while, maybe only a few seconds. There was a problem with my timing, and I couldn’t do it.” allow. “

“An unnameable visitor? ” Agatha couldn’t help frowning, “Can you be more specific?” “

The old guard tried his best to recall.

All he could think of was a mess of lights and shadows, and overwhelming noise.

The hasty mental closure eliminated the temporary pollution he suffered, but also cleared some useful memories.

“No, I just remember that there were chaotic lights, shadows and noises,” the old guard shook his head, “and even if I can accurately describe what I saw, it doesn’t mean anything to you—what I see may not be real, Even if it is real, it may not be the real in other people’s eyes, as human beings, our way of perception is too limited.” “

Well, that’s the whole answer,” Agatha nodded, “An indescribable of the visitors visited the cemetery in the final stages, but did not actively cause any damage… Are you sure you want to use the word ‘visit’ in the report? This word is neutral, even friendly.” “Sure,” the old

warden He calmly replied, “I had a conversation with him, although it was almost unsuccessful to communicate anything – the visitor tried to communicate, which is a neutral and friendly signal.” “Understood, recorded it,” Agatha nodded

again , “And then? What else?”

“After the visitor left, I vaguely saw that he left some… things on the path at the door,” the old guard said while recalling, “But I couldn’t See clearly, my vision was severely damaged at that time, and there was a big problem with my cognition, I’m not sure…” “

If you’re talking about a pile of wreckage that was burned back by the ghost demon, then we found it, Agatha interrupted the old guard with a calm face, “If it’s correct, it seems to be the visitor’s…’vehicle’.”

(End of this chapter)