Deep Sea Embers

It was still sunny in the morning, but now the sky has become gloomy for some reason - gray clouds and mist cover the city-state of Puland from top to bottom, and the bell towers and chimneys in the distance seem to be against this misty background. It turned into a shadowy ink, while the cold wind blew in waves, and the direction of the wind was turbulent.

Two cars drove out from the Underwood family's mansion. One of them drove straight onto the avenue and sped toward the city center. The other car turned onto the shortcut path leading to downtown. Under the gloomy sky, Heading into the distance.

Morris sat in the driver's seat, carefully maneuvering the vehicle on the small road while glancing at the weather outside.

The sky was a bit gloomier than before, and the chaotic wind almost roared, rolling up and flapping the colorful flags on several nearby towers.

The suddenly bad weather made him feel vaguely uncomfortable, and it also reminded him of the last time he went to the antique shop.

The weather seemed to be just as bad at the time.

The old man raised his right hand and patted his forehead to cheer himself up. At the same time, he glanced at the stone bracelet on his wrist out of the corner of his eye.

Only four colored stones remained between the delicate knots. These stones, blessed by God, shone faintly in the dim light of the sky, bringing with them a calming atmosphere.

Lachem's protection allows scholars to temporarily save their lives when faced with knowledge beyond their understanding, but this protection has only limited effectiveness in the face of the truly dangerous shadows of the subspace. Morris doesn't know what to expect from this trip to the antique shop. Things are waiting for me, and I don’t know if these stones can protect me like last time.

But he still made his way to the antique store.

As long as you control your curiosity, as long as you don't open your "eyes of truth", as long as you don't obsessively observe Mr. Duncan and the things around him, you will be safe - the subspace shadow has a friendly attitude (although This is incredible), as long as she doesn't cross the line, she won't harm herself.

She might even be able to help.

Morris took a breath and slowly calmed down his pounding heart.

He knew that he had touched upon some terrible truth beneath the peaceful surface of the city-state, and as a historian, he had roughly guessed what the truth was. However, he did not choose to report the matter to the church in person, but ran to To an indescribable being from subspace.

This is undoubtedly rebellious and even heretical.

But he still made this bold decision.

Heidi has already gone to the cathedral. Her actions of seeking asylum and the cryptic message she sent should arouse the vigilance of Bishop Valentine. She also prayed briefly before setting off. If Lachem is still paying attention to her, then she will also Having fulfilled his duty to warn the church, he now wanted to go to the antique store - taking three roads at the same time would at least increase his chance of success.

Something might have happened to Vanna, and she was the judge of the Deep Sea Church. Something could happen to her, which made Morris afraid to put all his hopes on the church.

I just hope that at least the cathedral itself has not fallen. I hope that... I made the right choice to let Heidi go to the cathedral to seek refuge and warn her.

A thunder suddenly sounded, and after a loud bang, there was a noise in the distance.

Morris, who was thinking about the problem while driving, was startled by the sudden movement. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the noise, and vaguely saw a thick cloud of smoke over a building in the distance. Smoke rises.

It seemed that lightning had set the roof on fire - bad weather, bad luck.

The building was in the direction he was heading. Morris couldn't help but cursed in secret, then chose another side road and drove in.

However, not long after he drove, he saw a few crazy wolf dogs suddenly emerging from the alley in front of him, and a drunken man holding a stick followed the crazy dogs. The drunk man saw the car driving. When the car entered the alley, it immediately rushed up to it, cursing and waving the stick in its hand, as if it was about to intercept it.

"Where did this madman come from..." Morris frowned immediately and honked the horn hard to make the drunk man wake up and get out of the way. However, when the other party heard the horn,

Instead, he became more careless, rushed to the front of the car, cursed repeatedly, swung the stick and hit the machine cover.

Morris was startled by the bang, and seemed to suddenly react to something. He immediately stared into the drunk man's eyes and shouted in a low voice: "Modazolo's geometric law!"

The complex and chaotic knowledge and memories suddenly poured into the drunkard's mind, and set off a short-term thinking storm in his surface consciousness. The reckless man probably didn't even use addition and subtraction of more than two digits on weekdays. , then he immediately let out a painful and frightened cry and ran away crazily.

Morris immediately restarted the car, passed directly over the mad dogs that were still barking wildly on the roadside, and rushed towards the increasingly gloomy street ahead.

After getting rid of the temporary trouble, Morris's face did not relax at all. A sudden large ditch appeared in his field of vision, and a steam pipe beside the road suddenly burst. After the heat blocked the way, his terrible expression The feeling was finally confirmed.

It wasn't that the weather suddenly turned bad, it wasn't that trouble suddenly appeared, or it wasn't that I had bad luck today.

There is something stopping me—preventing me, the "truth-seeker", from moving forward.

This is not a strong obstruction, nor is it a direct fatal threat. A series of unexpected events is more like a "stress response", like an automatically running warning rule.

How does this cautionary rule come into effect? How did “they” find themselves? Is it because of my own "awakening"? Or a specific action?

He was only vaguely aware of the truth and did not directly confront the mastermind behind the scenes, so he encountered a series of "obstructions". So what about Vanna? What did she discover and what happened to her that caused her to disappear into the real dimension?

Morris recited Lachem's holy name silently, and checked several colored stones on his wrist out of the corner of his eye. He drove around the obstacle in front of him and directly chose an avenue leading to the fourth block and drove all the way. Baidu search @to see the latest chapter of The Deep Sea.

On the open and straight road, how do "they" plan to hinder themselves?

Morris blinked, and suddenly he saw a figure other than himself in the rearview mirror.

A "man" wearing a tattered ascetic robe, with a skinny and skeleton-like body and a weird smile on his face was sitting in the back seat. Through the reflection in the rearview mirror, this shriveled and strange man was looking at Morris. s eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Morris," the shriveled and strange figure suddenly spoke, surprisingly politely, "Where are you going?"

"I should have thought... When Mr. Duncan and I discussed the Wilhelm Summons incident, I should have thought that it was you so-called preachers..." Morris suddenly stepped on the brakes and turned slightly. He turned around and looked at the figure sitting at the back, "...when did you sneak into this car?"

"It's hard to say, it could be yesterday, or it could be 1889 - when you and your wife first bought this car," the skinny man seemed to be smiling, and the withered flesh on his face was wrinkled. Tuan asked, "You are in such a hurry, do you have something important to do?"

Morris responded with silence, but the skinny preacher did not take it seriously, and just continued to say politely: "No matter where you are going, please forgive me for not letting you go - but I will not take your life, after all, no matter what Well, you also prayed to the subspace during that fire, so you can be considered half of our compatriots... Ah, you still don’t know who you were praying for, right?"

Morris's expression suddenly changed twice, and finally turned into a wry smile: "I see..."

"As we often say, the subspace is the promised land. It will respond to all the wishes of all living beings and grant perfection fairly..." Preacher Jianyin raised a hand, said piously and gently, and then looked at Falling on Morris, "What are you going to do next? Try to expel me? I have learned about the power given to believers by the God of Wisdom. It is said that your words can turn knowledge and memory into power, so that the spoken words can It becomes as powerful as a bullet, I really want to see it..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Six deafening gunshots suddenly exploded in the car. In the end, before the preacher could finish his words, he was shot with a large-caliber revolver.

A body with two gunshot wounds to the heart and one to the forehead.

The shriveled body quickly turned into pale fragments and scattered in the wind like dust.

Morris took out his right hand from the angle of the seat beside him, a revolver still smoking.

"I already have bullets. What nonsense can I tell you..."

The old scholar muttered a few words, then changed the bullets in the revolver and started the car again.

He knew that his journey was still difficult, and there might be something blocking him ahead - killing a terminal missionary with a weak brain would not end it all.

This evangelist of the end may even continue to pester himself tomorrow - since this guy dares to get into this car, it means that he doesn't care about death at this moment.