The visitor departed as suddenly as he came.

The old guard of the cemetery was a little stunned, he looked at the direction of the flame dissipation, but there was still a lot of information revealed by the other party in the short conversation just now in his mind, until Anne next to him grabbed his sleeve, and the old man suddenly woke up.

He looked down and saw that Anne was looking at him with some uneasiness, and the girl's eyes were not only helpless, but also nervous and confused.

Maybe she can already understand life and death, but she can't fully understand what just happened.

The old guard bent over, his old stiff joints tingled a little in the cold winter, he stretched out his hand and patted the snowflakes on Anne's shoulder: "Anne, don't be afraid, nothing bad has happened." ”

"Grandpa Guard......" the girl's lips twitched, she was trying to organize her vocabulary as much as she could, but she didn't know where to start, "...... that person just now"

"Don't ask, don't think too much, don't snoop into knowledge that is not open to mortals—just know that it is a visitor, and that He has no ill will towards you, and now that He is gone, your connection with Him ends here."

"Then my dad ......"

"Father may have done something great—more than all of us could have imagined," said the old warden softly, reaching out and pressing the girl's hair, "Anne, don't worry, he is no longer adrift at sea, he has gone to a better place. Go back and tell your mother, she's been waiting for this news for a long time. ”

Anne pursed her lips and hesitated for a long time before whispering to confirm: "This time, is it true?" ”

"It's true," the old guard laughed, "you're not a six-year-old anymore. ”

Anne nodded understandingly, then said goodbye to the old warden of the cemetery, and she turned and walked towards the path that led to the block, following the rut marks that had not yet frozen into ice, and slowly walked in the direction of home, slowly blending into the background of the city's snow.

In front of the entrance of the cemetery, the old guard looked in the direction of the path for a long time, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he knew that Anne's figure had disappeared at the intersection.

The kid didn't fall this time.

Then he lifted his hand and gently pressed the contents of his pocket—a letter that seemed to hold countless secrets lay quietly.

From an indescribable visitor, the seemingly ordinary material may also carry unimaginable knowledge and mysteries, this letter ...... What does that mean exactly?

The old guard's eyes grew serious, and he turned back to the cemetery, waving his hand behind him, and the heavy wrought-iron fence gate creaked shut.

The cemetery will not be open again today.

……

Agatha looked at the shattered pieces on the ground with a serious expression, the cold wind blowing from the alley ruffled her long hair, and the cold air kept drilling into the gaps between her clothes and bandages, and the bone-oozing cold air seemed to freeze the fear and despair of the two annihilation disciples when they were dying.

Several black-clad guards were busy nearby, the team that had come here to deal with the scene had blocked the entrance and exit of the alley, and there were also personnel in several nearby alleys investigating clues - the forensic work was proceeding in an orderly manner, but Agatha's confusion had not abated.

What kind of power will turn people into porcelain doll-like pieces?

So far, no known magic or heretical spell has produced such an effect, not even the variety of spells used by the Shadow Demons.

The young gatekeeper raised his staff and flicked one of the shards with the end of the tin, the pale splinters of ceramics churning on the ground with a crisp sound.

It flips over to reveal about half a small face, including lips, the bridge of the nose, and an eye.

Even if it is incomplete, it clearly solidifies the fearful look of the cultist at the moment of death.

And...... A spooky smile?

Agatha frowned, and she could see a suspicious curvature of the lips on the ceramic shard, as if a reassuring smile had just been frozen in the surface—and the subtle arc and the fear in that eye appeared on the same face at the same time, only to look more eerie and terrifying.

After a moment's silence, she shook her head and walked to another "scene" deep down the alley.

A pile of charred wreckage was piled up in the alley, and the traces of fierce fighting and explosions could be seen around the wreckage, and the impact was wide, but the process of the battle was clearly overwhelming - and at the same time, it was a very different fighting style from the pile of debris at the mouth of the alley.

A priest who was inspecting the scene got up from the pile of wreckage, and nodded to Agatha while taking off his gloves: "A priest of annihilation who has completed deep purification, judging from the degree of flesh and blood aberration, is not weak, and theoretically even if he encounters a full team of twelve guardians, it is possible to counterattack and break through, but it has been quickly resolved - and there is almost no trace of counterattack. ”

Agatha frowned slightly: "Can you see where his opponent is coming from?" ”

The priest shook his head: "The simplest and most crude way to attack, pure force, it is difficult to judge the identity of the other party, but we have found some traces of abnormal condensation of water vapor in the vicinity, which may be the only clue." ”

"Condensation...... Just a little bit of it," Agatha whispered, glancing back in the direction of the alley, "two very different fighting styles." ”

"Yes, one is simple and crude, the other is strange and dangerous, and the common denominator is that they are all powerful - heretics of the priesthood level have no chance to fight back," the priest nodded, "The only good news is that they are clearly enemies of the Annihilation Sect. ”

"The enemy of our enemies is not necessarily our friends," Agatha shook her head, "not to mention their obvious tendency to act stealthily—their reluctance to show their faces, which in itself is a cause for alarm." ”

Speaking of this, she paused, and then asked, "What about the investigation of the surrounding residents?" ”

"Nearby residents heard the fighting, but most of them didn't dare to snoop, and could only tell from their mouths the time and duration of the fighting—it happened after about 1 a.m., and it probably lasted less than three minutes."

"That's all? What about the others? ”

"There's no more news for the time being," the priest spread his hands, "I've arranged for people to go door-to-door to investigate the situation, including the alleys further afield, to see if we can find sightings of strangers, but Fireplace Street is a large block, and it is estimated that there will be no results anytime soon." ”

Just then, a slightly hurried footsteps suddenly came from the side, interrupting the conversation between Agatha and the priest.

A guard with short brown hair walked briskly down the alley and came to the priest's side to give a quick report.

"Inside the building?" Listening to his subordinates' report, the priest immediately frowned and looked up at the building diagonally across the alley.

Seeing this, Agatha immediately asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Something has been found in that house on Forty-two," the priest said immediately, "there was a Senjin woman who had fallen asleep after being attacked by a supernatural force, and a room contaminated with something strange had been found on the second floor of the house. ”

……

In Cemetery No. 3, in the guard's hut, the old caretaker carefully locked the door, and then came to the desk in the corner with a serious expression.

He had told the guards outside to keep watch near the hut and to protect the open space around the house - but that wasn't enough.

Once at his desk, he took out incense, essential oils, candles, and herbal powders from the drawer and began to set up a powerful altar.

He prepared the candle with great skill in a particular place, adding essential oils and herbal powders, blessing the desk with incense, placing the incense burner in the middle of the candlestick, and constructing it according to the symbolism of the altar – all of which he prepared with great skill, every movement as if it had been rehearsed a thousand times.

This is the quality of a veteran.

A few minutes later, the altar was built.

The old warden exhaled softly, looking at the pale flames on the candlesticks, and the thin smoke of incense that condensed above the table like substance, he could feel that the power of Bartók, the god of death, had briefly descended on this hut, and the power of blessing lingered around the desk, stabilizing the order of time and space here, as well as his own spirit.

To get in touch with unspeakable knowledge, no matter how rigorous and cumbersome the preparation measures are, it is not too much.

He sat down slowly, and after completing a prayer in his heart, he solemnly took the letter out of his pocket.

The old man looked at the cover of the letter.

It was something that the unspeakable visitor had given to him, and he had promised to pass it on to Agatha, the gatekeeper, but said that if he could get the news to the cathedral of Frost, he would do it—there was no such thing as not allowing anyone else to open the letter.

If you only need to pass on the message, then you can read it yourself and then paraphrase it.

After all, the cemetery caretaker is the first line of defense to the cathedral.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, fully prepared, and picked up the letter opener next to him, and carefully opened the seemingly ordinary cover.

A folded letter slips out of the envelope.

With an unprecedented solemn expression and almost martyrdom-like determination, the old guard slowly unfolded the letter—

The three big words "report letter" came into view.

Old Guard: "......? ”

(End of chapter)