Deep Sea Embers

Morris' wife Mary stared at the cover of the letter for a long time, then took the letter opener from the side and opened it carefully.

A folded piece of thin 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 was handwriting - written with such force that the traces of the strokes were clearly visible on the back of the paper.

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

The old woman sitting in front of the fireplace adjusted her posture slightly, placed 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.

On the third day after the first letter was sent--in just three days--the late "Brown Scott" wrote this second letter.

Mrs. Mary opened the folded letter, and a few lines of scrawled and messy words 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. The few lines of text are filled with the writer's great uneasiness and fear: "My friend, something is wrong. I don't know how to explain it to you. I am very confused now, and it is even difficult to think. What is going on in my mind?" Things disturb your memory, don’t come to Hanshuang! In short, don’t come to Hanshuang! Even if you see other things I write to you in the future, don’t send me any other letters!

“There is a huge conspiracy here.

To be honest, the old guard was just silent - he maintained an almost closed-minded state, did not move, did not speak, and did not respond to external stimuli. After receiving the report from the church guardians and coming here to end, He has been sitting quietly on this chair, like a breathing sculpture of flesh and blood.

The white-clothed guard expressed his doubts, but Hanshuangsha just shook her head: "No, it should be a more bizarre situation."

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All that came to his mind were a bunch of chaotic lights and shadows, and overwhelming noise.

The old man's voice suddenly sounded in the hut, interrupting the communication between the white-clothed guard and the gatekeeper. Hanshuangsha immediately looked towards the direction of the voice, and finally a faint smile appeared on her expressionless face: "You have recovered. ,very good."

It was a disturbing night, and the whole thing had an air of terror from beginning to end, enough, in this case, to make the person involved seek refuge in a church.

The old woman silently threw the letter from Duan Liang into the nearby fireplace, watching it burn quickly in the dim flames and turn into ashes.

The old guard tried to remember.

"They also went..."

A guard in white pushed open the wooden door of the guard's cabin, came to Duan Liangsha, bent down and whispered something. The latter nodded slightly: "I understand, send the sample to the cathedral first, and keep the scene as it is. Tonight may be critical and someone needs to be kept under guard.”

"Understood, recorded," Hanshuangsha nodded again, "Then what? What else?"

"Protective mental closure. He is using this method to fight against and remove the pollution he has suffered. He may also be protecting us by the way," Hanshuangsha whispered, "The gravekeeper must have been exposed to 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 and has successfully stabilized his situation, so he will be fine.”

"That's enough," Hanshuangsha nodded, "What happened yesterday?"

Church personnel wearing white coats walked around the cemetery, inspecting all the remaining traces here - every path, every coffin, every street lamp was marked and sampled, hoping to restore the place last night. Things that happened.

"Why are you so assuming?" the guard in white asked subconsciously.

They can't be the reason why the old guard's mind is closed. Even if the demon behind us loses control, it's not at that level.

The guard in white thought for a moment, then looked up at the window. Through the slightly dirty glass window, he could see the busy people on the path outside.

Busy church personnel.

Mrs. Mary's eyes glanced at the small round table next to her, scanning the letter home from the Lost Home -

"An indescribable visitor?" Hanshuangsha couldn't help but frown, "Can you be more specific?"

He muttered softly, then stood up, took the ink, pen and letter paper from the shelf next to him, and began to write - this paragraph will be sent to an antique shop in Uptown.

"I dare not say that I have completely recovered," the old guard said slowly, gradually stabilizing the various perceptions that were slightly offset after rethinking his mind. He looked into Hanshuangsha's eyes and consciously shielded the jumping weight behind her. Shadow, "But at least I can tell which part is reality and which part is madness."

He withdrew his gaze again and looked at the two corpses in the hut - two intruders and one who was confirmed to be an Annihilation cultist. They obviously died in the hands of the old guard, because the situation was still the same. For the sake of protecting the scene, then Two bodies remained in place.

"The offspring of the deep sea really have a unique taste, which is more delicious than normal fish. The captain has mastered ordinary cooking skills, and Normal 099 - Miss Alice, has learned the essence of it. Maybe you should try it too..."

After an unknown amount of time, the young man, who was covered in bandages on most parts of his body, raised his head and glanced at the sky outside the window. He saw the sun gradually sinking, and a layer of slightly reddish glow floating over the entire city.

"He lured two people here, killed them, the two on the floor, and then was about to go to the cemetery to kill the other two, when the accident happened."

"Okay, that's the whole answer," Hanshuangsha nodded, "An unnameable visitor visited the cemetery in the final stage, but did not take the initiative to cause any damage. You confirmed to use 'visit' in the report, That word? That word is neutral, even friendly.”

I vaguely saw something left behind by him on the path at the door," the old guard recalled, "but I couldn't see it clearly. At this time, his vision was still slightly damaged and his cognition was also very bad. Big question, I’m not sure…”

"I'm sure he's talking about a pile of wreckage that was burned back by the deep demon. We found it," Hanshuangsha interrupted the old guard fiercely, "If you're right, this doesn't seem to belong to the visitor." …carrier.”

"Because there are really only traces left by a few heretics at the scene, and a pile of corpses that are suspected of being "restless" without any extraordinary reaction," Duan Liangsha said calmly, "There are no observable traces left. ,mean…"

The guard in white nodded and accepted the order, but before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at the old man sitting motionless on the chair. When she saw the old man's cloudy eyes that seemed to be frozen, the young guard's face was obviously uneasy. : "How long will he maintain that state? Is it really okay?"

"Sure," the old guard replied calmly, "She and I had a conversation, although they almost didn't succeed in communicating anything - the visitor tried to communicate, which is a neutral and friendly signal."

"No, I just remember there were chaotic lights, shadows and noises," the old guard shook his head, "And even if I could describe what I saw, it would be meaningless to me - what I saw might not be real, even if is reality, it may not be the reality in other people’s eyes. As human beings, our feelings

The method of knowledge is too limited. "

The hasty mental closure eliminated the temporary contamination suffered by oneself, but also erased some useful memories.

"An unnameable visitor came to visit. He looked at me for a while, maybe only a few seconds. There was something wrong with my judgment of time and I couldn't do it right."

Mrs. Mary looked at these scrawled words, as if she could imagine a folklorist who had mental problems under the huge cognitive tear, using up his last sanity to write these words, and then struggling to walk into the cold wind. , the scene of a difficult delivery to the post office.

There was no signature at the end of the letter, and even the stamps on the envelope were affixed crookedly.

"Gatekeeper" Hanshuangsha stayed in the gatekeeper's cabin. Opposite him sat this bright-tempered, waist-backed

The old guard of Gouqiao.

He slowly folded the paper back up and stuffed it back into the envelope.

Speaking of this, Hanshuangsha paused and added: "As for how long that state will last, I can't say. It may recover in the next second, or it may have to wait until this time tomorrow. It depends on him. How long have you been exposed to this terrible pollution?”

As evening approached, the guards he brought were busy in the cemetery for several hours, while the old guard in front of him was also silent for several hours.

"Then come a letter!"

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

What could this be? Is it a weaker dark demon? The high-ranking priest of the Annihilation Cult? Or something else?

"It means that the visitor last night did nothing. Just existing in this cemetery for a moment was enough to make him, an old guy, mentally critical."

"The corpse you sent suddenly became restless and spoke a lot. It was as smart as a living person. Then four Annihilation cultists entered the cemetery and wanted to take away this restless person. They used the power of the deep demon to disguise themselves. , is a skilled and experienced summoner. He hid it from my eyes, but not from my intuition.

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