Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 299

[Chapter 299 PTSD]

Outside the door of the PTSD guard’s hut, on the path leading to the morgue, the pile of coke that barely maintained the outline of a human figure remained in place, and several church guards were preparing to transfer the pile of remains into wooden boxes. After seeing the “gatekeeper” and the cemetery guard appear, they temporarily stopped their movements.

Gatekeeper Agatha pointed to the pile of charred remains: “What you saw yesterday should be him—of course, what remains here is just a shell, and the ‘visitor’ who once occupied this shell has indeed left It’s gone.”

The old guard came to the wreckage, lowered his head to observe for a moment, and frowned slightly: “He is…”

“If you’re right, one of the four cultists who pretended to be priests last night,” Aga Sha said lightly, “This body died due to the symbiosis and backlash of the deep demon.”

The old guard remained silent with a serious expression on his face. The corpse that came…”

Agatha nodded, and raised her finger to point in another direction: “It’s over here, but its state…is a bit weirder.”

Led by the gatekeeper, the old guard came to the park. An open space at the edge of the corpse yard, where processed “samples” and other key evidence ready to be sent back to the cathedral are stored.

The old guard stared in astonishment at what Agatha pointed out to him.

It was a bunch of large and small… glass jars.

“You mean… this is the corpse you sent yesterday? That ‘restless person’ who talked to me in the coffin for a long time last night?” The old man stared at the pile of bottles and jars for a long time , and finally couldn’t help turning his head to look at Agatha suspiciously, “Just one night ago, he was even able to knock on the wooden boards in the coffin with great energy!”

“True, but when the guardians found the pile, we had to collect it with a shovel and jar it up as best we could – only the outlines and where it was at the time It can be proved that this is indeed the deceased we sent to the cemetery last night,” Agatha shook her head, “As you can see, a pile of semi-solid…mud barely left some traces of biological tissue, and that point The remaining biological traces are also rapidly transforming into something similar to mud over time.”

She paused, pointing to one of the largest jars.

“There were still a few bones here, but now there is only this weird viscous substance left.” The

old guard frowned, staring at the strange substances in the glass jars.

Those things that have no outline of biological tissue, dark red mixed with black and gray, like mud at the bottom of the water.

If he didn’t know that the “gatekeeper” would not deceive himself, he would have been unable to connect these things with the “restless man” who was rambling in the coffin yesterday.

“Well, the dead have turned into mud, and evil things will always pile up and happen together,” the old guard finally sighed, “This is the end, how should I explain all this to the family of the dead? They will come I went to the cemetery to say goodbye to my relatives, and then I told them that a few Annihilation cultists sneaked in to make trouble yesterday, and they also brought something like a warp shadow, so their family members somehow turned into a few cans of liquid? “

Oh, you don’t have to worry about this anymore, their family members won’t come to trouble you anymore,” Agatha just shook her head expressionlessly, “They have already completed the farewell ceremony at Cemetery No. 4 next door, The miner who fell into the well and died will be sent to the furnace as scheduled.”

The old guard blinked, and suddenly his expression became serious: “You forged the body to deceive the family of the deceased?” “

We haven’t done that yet.” Aga Sarah said lightly.

“Then…”

“We found another body—at noon today, the worker who fell to death was found in the machine shaft, which is exactly the same as the body we sent here last night…”

The old guard stared with a slightly stiff expression.

After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform not far away—the simple coffin that was sent to the cemetery last night was still placed on the platform.

Then he looked away again, looking at the creepy looking glass jars in the sample storage area.

“…In the name of the god of death, what exactly did you send yesterday?” “

We will investigate,” Agatha said, her face rarely changed, but at the moment she was more or less serious, ” The only thing that is certain now is that the body that was sent to the No. 4 cemetery should be ‘real’, it has not experienced agitation, nor has it collapsed and dissolved, and the body we sent here yesterday… The strength has been tampered with.”

The old guard didn’t speak for a while, but he looked a little preoccupied, and at this moment, a church guard in black suddenly came from another path and came straight to Agatha before.

The church guard whispered something quickly to Agatha, then handed over a thick piece of paper.

Agatha glanced at the contents of the paper, her expression remained unchanged, she just nodded slightly, “Understood.”

“What happened?” the old guard asked casually.

“Do you still remember that four heretics entered your cemetery yesterday?” Agatha raised her head and handed the piece of paper directly to the old man, “You killed two, and one of them turned into coke outside your hut , Now, we have found the whereabouts of the last Annihilation Cultist.”

The old guard took the piece of paper and found that it turned out to be a photo.

Somewhere on the concrete floor lay a pile of wreckage that could only vaguely recognize human outlines. The wreckage had obvious burnt marks—like the pile of charcoal at the door of the guard’s hut.

Obviously, it was the backlash after the symbiotic relationship between Youyuan and Demon was severed.

“It’s that woman…” The old guard frowned and looked up at Agatha. “She died? How did she die? Where is she?”

“Two blocks away, in full view of everyone, this pile of wreckage suddenly fell at an intersection,” Agatha said, “along with a dead bird demon that was clearly out of control—the demon in reality The world collapsed and disappeared within a few seconds, and the passers-by at the scene reported the police to the sheriff.” The

old guard thought for a while, then shook his head slightly: “I’m not an expert in this field, just tell me your opinion “

“My opinion is that this heretic probably also saw the ‘visitor’ you saw last night – the eyes of the deep demon are more likely to see the ‘truth’, so her death bird is crazy, and is mad She fled into the depths of the deep with her own master,” Agatha analyzed calmly, “judging from the wreckage, this heresy was torn apart by other deep demons before being backlashed by the symbiotic contract. The typical characteristics of depth.”

The “gatekeeper” finished speaking calmly, and exhaled lightly.

She looked into the eyes of the old warden.

“I feel…something is watching our city. The days to come may not be too peaceful.”

Duncan

came to the restaurant before evening.

Although I don’t know when it started, the restaurant seems to have become a place for the crew to gather and have activities in their spare time.

As soon as Duncan entered the door, he saw Morris correcting Nina’s homework, and Nina supervised Shirley, Agou and Alice to spell words at another table not far away.

Fan Na was sitting near the window of the restaurant, holding a church book and reading it seriously.

Looks like a pretty good atmosphere.

Duncan went straight to Morris, and handed over a letter casually: “A letter from your wife.”

“From Mary?” Morris stopped grading his homework, and looked at the captain handing over the letter in surprise. Then he took out the letter opener he was carrying, and opened the envelope while muttering, “I said in the letter, there is no need to rush to reply.”

“Anyway, the ‘Stamp’ only needs a few French fries,” Duncan said casually with a smile, “Look at what is written inside, maybe there is something urgent.” Morris nodded, took out the letter paper and glanced at it quickly

, Sure enough, he frowned subconsciously.

“What did the letter say?” Duncan asked curiously upon seeing this, but then added, “There is no need to talk about private matters.” “

…Brown Scott’s second letter has arrived. It was only three days before the letter was sent.” Morris didn’t hide anything, but his tone was a little weird. “His mental state in the letter was obviously not right. Mary was worried that the letter contained unclean things, so she burned the original. , but relayed the contents of the letter—Brown was very nervous and dissuaded me from getting close to Frost.” “…

It seems that your friend has noticed some truth,” Duncan listened, with a thoughtful expression , “Unfortunately, it didn’t go well when I went to investigate the situation of Frost, and I failed to find out about your friend.” “

Ah? You went to Frost to investigate the situation?” He couldn’t help exclaiming, “When did you go?”

“Just last night,” Duncan didn’t hide it, since everyone here is his own, “I borrowed a body—it’s a pity that I didn’t get much information about it. It wasn’t so troublesome last time in Purland.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a slap not far away.

Duncan and Morris followed the prestige at the same time and saw that the book in Fanna’s hand had dropped to the ground.

The expression on Miss Judge’s face was somewhat weird.

Morris was a little worried: “…Are you okay, Fanna?”

“She’s fine,” Duncan waved his hand, and answered for Fanna, “She just has a little PTSD.”

(End of this chapter)