Whew—

The terrible howl of the wolf resounded through the wilderness.

On the outskirts of Birzinham in late autumn, the smog is slightly lighter than in the city, but the weather is gloomy and colder.

Da, da, the carriage gradually slowed down. Origan tugged on the reins and finally stopped the carriage at the bottom of a small hill.

"Captain, go forward, it's the line of the penalty area you said. Let's get off here, how about it? Origan asked, sipping his pipe and looking back into the small window of the carriage.

"Yes, it's not far from the destination." Rheintes nodded, put away the newspaper, got up first, opened the car door, and jumped out of the car.

Sherlock stooped down from the carriage and looked up.

The place was more inhospitable than he had imagined.

And, it's even more terrifying!

As far as the eye can see, there are shadowy blocks of black shadows near and far. Both the low ridges and the fields are covered with wild grass and thorns, like ugly monsters with messy hair.

On the dirt slopes, there are twisted and messy gray-brown oak trees. In the dark, the scattered oak trees look like tombstones. On the messy branches, there are strange-looking scavenging birds.

Where these scavenging birds appear, there are carcass.

Sure enough, most of the oak trees were lying or leaning on, with decaying corpses. There are even some that only have white bones left, and the hollow skull eyes are looking at the way they came.

In the distance, in the direction of night and thick fog, some desolate trees still hung rickety corpses. From time to time, wild dogs roared and haunted, and their green eyes rose and fell, scrambling for something.

Wail...... Ga......

The scavengers, who were nearer, were startled by the commotion of the carriage and flapped their wings away, leaving behind a piercing but miserable cry, as if a warning, as if mocking.

Sherlock never thought that he would see this scene, and he was suddenly a little creepy.

It's not terrible to see a corpse, after all, he is an archaeology professional, and even more disgusting have seen it.

It's just hard to imagine that on the outskirts of Birzinham, not far from a farm, such a tragic scene was seen.

It's like an old village abandoned by civilized society, except for the visible houses, windmills, water mills, dilapidated horse-drawn carriages on the side of the road, and so on, nothing else looks like a normal place for people.

"It seems that the disaster at Sindiri Farm is far worse than we imagined!"

Van Tucker looked around and said in a solemn tone.

"Captain, I haven't found any traces of the evil ritual for the time being, and the road ahead should be safe." Rooney said with a frown.

"Put on your cloak and come with me."

Reintes commanded in a whisper.

Everyone put on their tent cloaks and followed Rheintes over the hillside in a certain direction.

It was silent, close to the wee hours of the morning, and the sound of footsteps could be heard faintly in the wilderness. If you step on a branch, it will be even more irritating and your scalp will be numb.

"Why can't you see people?" Origan whispered as he watched his pipe warily.

"At this time, all the sick people stay in the house and will not come out." "Unless it's a strong sound, a strong light, or the smell of a large number of normal people, they don't react." ”

Sherlock felt like he was walking into a zombie territory.

"Why can't I see the moon here?" Van Tucker asked, looking up suspiciously.

Sherlock, Rooney, and Origan, all raised their heads at the same time.

Because the nights here are even darker, the terrible environment makes you ignore the clouds overhead. Now I realize that I really can't see the moon.

Sherlock vividly remembers the moonlight faintly behind the spire of the Great Bell Tower in Berzingham as he set out from the city. Although it was obscured, there was definitely moonlight spilling.

"This is a forbidden area, and the three major churches have joined forces to make detailed arrangements. So after entering, it is normal not to see the moonlight. This is to avoid causing even worse consequences, and of course, this is also top secret. ”

As he spoke, Reintes took out a bottle of dark gray powder and threw it around everyone:

"The bones are pure powder, masking the normal smell. We're about to head deep into the Syndiri Farmstead, be vigilant, and watch out for sounds and footsteps. Also, don't shoot! ”

......

All the way forward, about ten minutes away, in front of the entrance to the village.

Two ruined water mills, sandwiched between them by a wooden arch bridge over a small stream. Then, not far away, there are low-rise houses that spread inward, stretching into the shadows.

A group of scavenging birds perched on the railing of the bridgehead, and when they saw Sherlock and the others, they immediately fluttered and scattered.

Suddenly!

A dim light and shadow, like a lamp encased in a glass cover, lit up from the darkness, floating, swaying, and approaching quickly.

Everyone immediately stopped and watched in amazement.

Reintes whispered and laughed:

"My own person, one of the field deacons of the church stationed here, Alan."

With his voice, behind the approaching light and shadow, a specific figure really appeared. He was a forty-year-old man who was slightly taller and as thin as a bamboo pole.

Alan wears a tight-fitting black hunting suit with multiple pockets, two daggers stuck in a belt around his waist, and a revolver. He wore leggings on his feet and pointed scalp boots.

He had a pale, bloodless face, long limbs, and walked as if he were floating. In his hand, he carried a gas lamp with a glass cover, and the light was dim.

"Reintes, I've been waiting for you here since I received your message."

Alan floated over, stretched out his hand, and shook Rheintes gently.

Sherlock and the others nodded and didn't say much.

"This Alan is so bold......" There is only this sentence in everyone's hearts.

To be able to be stationed alone in this bleak and terrifying environment, this kind of courage, and this extraordinary quality, is really admirable.

"Eren is the 'Grave Keeper' of the 8th Order of the 'Death Decay' essentia, and this kind of place is no different from a normal city street for him."

Rheintes explained with a smile.

"My ability is to deal with corpses, and the patients here are horrible, but they are human. So, they weren't in any danger to me. ”

Alan explained in a deep voice, his tone appearing relaxed.

"Let's go, go to my room, try not to stay outside, the smell is easy to concentrate."

Led by Allen, everyone entered a hut not far from the Water Mill.

The house was very clean and warm and quiet although there were no lights. Sherlock and the others sat down before they breathed a sigh of relief.

Alan poured a cup of hot water for each of them, then sat down beside Reintes and whispered:

"The backyard of the Eenham family that you are going to investigate may not be easy to get into. There are many 'water ghosts' who have lost their minds and use that place as a den, so it is very tricky. ”

Reintes held the cup of hot water and smiled indifferently:

"I've brought everyone here, Rooney's Dispel Ritual Circle, Van Tucker's Spell Scroll, both of which can effectively expel those 'water ghosts'."

Alan still frowned and said:

"Do you really want to dive into the cellar? It's an ancient tomb with no known age, and if you don't have the corresponding archaeological expertise, it will be extremely dangerous! ”

Reintes pointed at Sherlock and said with a smile:

"This is our new Orderlys' new specialist, Mr. Sherlock!"