It was a long time before Fanna withdrew her gaze from the car window.

The main purpose of her visit today was to investigate the chapel, but once she entered the sixth block, she noticed that the atmosphere of the whole area was not normal, which made her vaguely feel ...... Perhaps every inch of this neighborhood needs to be investigated.

After a moment's deep groaning, she reached out and picked up a thick stack of papers that lay on the chair next to her.

It was the file she had asked for from the city hall before the operation———— and using the Inquisitor's authority and the relevant provisions of the "Special Enforcement Regulations for Anomalous Events", she had obtained all the municipal records related to the Sixth Block for the past few years, and she had read some of them along the way here.

These documents from the town hall are not top-secret documents, nor do they involve any high-level transcendent events or suspense, on the contrary, these are the simplest and most basic things that Fanna wants to come over

Gas meter records, electricity bills, shop taxes, water supply, heating, garbage disposal, security patrols......

The page flipped, and Fanna's gaze quickly swept from document to document.

If the past few years of life as a judge have given her what kind of "experience in handling cases", then there is one that is absolutely crucial

In the most ordinary daily life of the market, there are often clues of extraordinary visions.

Surrounded by the boundless sea, anomalies and anomalies fill the world, and under these threatening things, the peaceful "daily life" of the city-state is the greatest treasure of this world, and the ordinary people of Poland may have regarded peaceful days as the most ordinary thing, but the warriors who have been fighting against anomalies and anomalies all year round know very well-

A ray of sunshine in the morning, a hot meal on the table, a hawker on the street, and a good night before going to bed are all miracles that continue to exist.

It is a superb view that mortals have spent 10,000 years constructing in this crumbling world.

Any intrusion of an otherworldly vision will leave a scratch on this spectacular scene.

"Did you notice anything wrong?" The voice of the guard, who was driving, came from the front seat of the car, and the young church warrior noticed Vanna's slightly furrowed brow, "Municipal stalls missing"

"On the contrary, all the municipal stalls are in order," Vanna shook her head slightly, "the water, electricity, heating and sewage records are all there, and they are maintained at a very balanced value, which is unusually reasonable." ”

"Then your expression ......"

"There is no security code," Fanna raised her eyelids slightly, "the law and order system is a blank, in addition, the newborn records are also blank, and the resident death records are also blank. ”

The guard's eyes widened slightly, and in the rearview mirror, Vana could see the incredible expression on the young man's face.

"Obviously abnormal, isn't it," Vana said softly, "a neighborhood, for so many years, the population has not increased or decreased, and there has not been a single law and order incident, not even a fight, the best place in the upper city cannot do this level, but all the water, electricity and heating records are there, and it feels like a ......"

She paused, looking out the window: "It's as if all the inhabitants here are a bunch of tame apparitions...... They live quietly in this enclosed place, neither increasing nor decreasing, there is no internal conflict, no external communication, just quietly carrying out the normal 'consumption of resources', and regularly feeding back a signal to the town hall that 'everything is business as usual here.' And it is obviously such a wrong situation, but no one has paid attention to it for so many years. ”

The car was quiet, except for the dull sound of the steam core running, and after a while, Vana suddenly felt a shock to the body.

"The chapel has arrived."

Vanna looked up and saw the community church that had disappeared from the cathedral "sight" at some point.

From the outside, it looks as if it has been abandoned for more than a decade.

This was the place that the terrible ghost captain had pointed out to himself.

Vanna's mind couldn't help but reappear of those burning ghostly flames, and the gloomy and majestic figure that was forever frozen in the center of her vision, and the next second, she immediately took a breath, whispered the holy name of the storm goddess Gemona, picked up her weapon, pushed the door and got out of the car.

A cold wind blew from the end of the street, picking up the dry leaves on the side of the road, and the black-clad guards followed the Inquisitor cautiously towards the deserted chapel.

The leaves crumbled under their feet, making a subtle cracking sound, as if a flame was burning rotten wood, crackling.

A flapping of wings suddenly came overhead, and Vana looked up in the fluttering of leaves to see a white dove fluttering down on the top of the church.

The pigeon tilted its head, as if curiously watching the guards as they moved around.

"White Dove...... A good sign of calm and calm...... "Vana suddenly crossed this strange thought in her mind for some reason, and then ignored the pigeon that suddenly flew in, and stepped forward and gently pushed open the hidden door of the chapel.

The warm, bright light came into her eyes, and a nun with a gentle smile appeared in front of her.

"Hello sister, no one has been to this church for a long time......"

The nun's gentle voice reached the ears of the Guardian warriors.

……

One gas lamp after another lined up neatly between the bookshelves, the bright light dispelling the shadows between the ancient files, and the slightly heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the shelves, interspersed with the muffled grunt of the old priest

"Seven rows of six columns, seven rows of six columns...... The record of 1885 should be here...... It should be here......"

The old priest stopped in front of the bookshelf, and when he looked up, he saw that the giant-like bookshelf was quietly looking down on him, and the dossiers that carried the historical memories of the city-state were neatly arranged in the bones and flesh of the giant.

His gaze fell on a few of the books, and he slowly reached forward.

The brass mechanical prosthetic leg made of rust made of rust sounded like it grinding.

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly glowed, and his tone was filled with excitement, "Is it hiding here...... I've been looking for so long with Inquisitor Vana before!"

His fingers touched the books.

The sound of heavy, slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the old priest's muttering "seven rows of six columns, seven rows of six columns......"

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly glowed, and he stretched out his hand to the stalls, and there was a rusty creaking sound from the brass mechanical prosthetics, "Is it hiding here, obviously I have been looking for so long with the Inquisitor!" 】

His fingers were about to touch the books.

The sound of heavy, slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves.

……

The old priest stopped suddenly.

He looked up, his neck stiff as rust, and he stared silently at the huge bookshelves in front of him, which stretched out neatly, and saw one gas lamp after another burning between the shelves, and the columns depicting the patterns of the waves standing quietly between the bookshelves.

The soft sound of the waves suddenly sounded in the bottom of his heart, which made the old man's somewhat chaotic mind suddenly sober up.

The protection of the Archives Pavilion has been activated? Who started it? Why start? Is it yourself? When did you activate these protections, what did you do here?

The old priest suddenly instinctively raised his hand and touched the large-caliber revolver at his waist, and in the next second, he noticed something strange in his body.

The stiff arm had become so stiff and heavy at some point, and the shrill sound of parts grinding against each other sounded like a pile of broken copper and iron that had been abandoned for many years was crushing each other.

He looked in amazement at his mechanical prosthetic leg made of brass, but saw a rusty arm that soaked the entire limb with patina and filthy liquid seeping through the metal seams, and as his gaze continued to wander, he saw a ragged suit and a left leg oozing black oil.

It's as if I've been trekking through this stall for years.

The old priest looked at the marks left on his body in a daze, and the dusty memory finally loosened at this moment, and he suddenly remembered many things, many distant things that seemed to have happened in the previous life—the visit of the Inquisitor, the investigation of the information, the strange records of heresy worship, the years of disappearance......

The Inquisitor then left the Archives, where he remained and continued his search for the missing 1885 record......

The soft sound of the waves sounded again, a little more obvious than before, but it still seemed as if it were coming from another time and space through a thick veil.

But it was the distant sound of the waves that made the old priest's mind suddenly clearer than just now, and with the loosening of his memory, his reason and judgment were also rapidly returning, and in the next second, he realized what might have happened.

A great vision—not an anomaly, not some otherworldly being with malice, not a mastermind or a supernatural phenomenon, but a great vision!

The city-state of Perland is at the center of a great vision!

"Broken"

The old priest exclaimed, turned and dragged his no longer agile body to his post.

In the next second, he stopped abruptly.

A strange black figure appeared in the Archives Pavilion at some point.

In this enclosed room, the strange figure held a strange black umbrella - as if to block the omnipresent sunlight.

(Push the book time, I kindly recommend "Trick Recovery" from Salted Fish, the background world view of the revival of mysterious and strange powers, the author is also one of the book friends, you can support it~~)