Those eyes were bloodshot, and there was irrepressible madness and fear in them, and even the words of the gatekeeper soothed the woman's spirit and brought her from the brink of collapse, but they could not completely heal the shadow of fear left in her mind.

Agatha saw so much of this look that she just looked at her calmly, and after calming the woman further with her gaze, she spoke, "When you say 'he', you mean your husband, right? He's back home again — but you know, he died years ago."

The woman's shoulders trembled violently, and she lowered her head, clutching her hair, as if she did not dare to look at Agatha any longer, but repeated vigorously, "He's back....... He's back..... But I know it's not him.......

"You..... How did you kill it?" Agatha frowned and asked, "Do you remember what happened?"

As she spoke, she reached out and pulled out a potion bottle from her arms, and after pinching the cap with one hand, the calming aroma of the bottle quietly diffused and gradually enveloped the surroundings.

The gatekeeper's potion worked, and the long-haired woman on the sofa breathed much calmer, she raised her head slightly, looked out through the gap in her hair, and said in a low voice: "I... I hit the back of the thing in the back with a hammer, and it fell down, but even though the head was deflated so big, it didn't die, but struggled to get up, and I kicked it further in, and closed the bathroom door.... It was banging inside, making a frightening shout, and it was early in the morning, it

I kept shouting for ten minutes before I stopped......

The woman paused, calmed down for a few more seconds, and continued, "Later, later I secretly opened the crack in the bathroom door... That's gone. …」

Agatha nodded slightly, recounting what had happened in her mind and asking, "How did it come about?" Do you remember the process of his return?"

"I..... I don't know," the woman shook her head, her tone tinged with horror, "he...... It suddenly appeared at home! The door to the house was locked, but I heard movement in the living room and came out of the bedroom and saw it.... Dressed in my husband's funeral clothes, walking around the living room, the sound of rotting slime came from my body... …」

Agatha's expression suddenly became serious, she turned her head sideways, and before she could speak, one of the guards reported to her, "We have checked the entrance and exit of this house, and all the doors and windows have no signs of damage, and all the windows are locked from the inside."

The doors and windows were closed, the locks were not broken, and the "fakes" appeared directly in the homes of residents.

Compared with the "invasion" and "attack" of Zhengda and brightness, this phenomenon seems to appear out of thin air..... It made her heart vigilant rise sharply.

And there are more things worth caring about in today's case.

Agatha lowered her head and looked at the woman on the couch.

She remembered the cases she had come into contact with before today, especially the case found at 42 Fireplace Street, where a folklorist who had returned from death and a female apprentice who had been heavily cognitively tainted and unconscious, in which the surviving parties were unable to distinguish the "fake" in front of them.

But the woman in front of her made sense.

She wasn't affected by cognitive pollution?

"Ma'am," Agatha began, as she pondered her words, "how did you tell that 'monster' wasn't your husband's?"

"Do you need to ask? My husband .... He died a few years ago, and that thing was all wrong, how could it be my husband?" The woman was a little excited, "What's more. Not to mention that thing is still going to my child..... My boy, he pointed at the monster and called Daddy, he ..... He was controlled by that monster, he must have been controlled by that monster, he ......."

"You think your child is being controlled by a monster, so you choke him by the neck?" Agatha frowned and asked, "You know you were ... …」

"I didn't choke him! I just wanted to pull him back and didn't pinch him!"

The woman was so agitated that she even jumped up from the couch as if to pounce on the gatekeeper in front of her, and her bloodshot eyes reverted to their previous frenzied appearance of fear, so much so that even their sanity seemed to evaporate - the guards standing nearby reacted immediately, trying to hold down the poor woman who had lost her mind, but Agatha reacted one step faster.

The gatekeeper lifted his cane and tapped it lightly on the woman's forehead.

The latter fell asleep instantly.

"She's terrified," the female captain with short black hair shook her head, "this kind of thing is really ....... for ordinary people."

"No, it's not just a fright, it's another form of sanity pollution - she's in a temporary state of madness, but she just retains the basic ability to converse," Agatha shook her head, her brow kept tight, "She's not affected by cognitive and memory interference, and although she doesn't know why, she clearly recognizes the essence of the 'fake,' but 'seeing through the truth, in itself, is a kind of damage to ordinary people.'"

As she spoke, she looked up at the small abode.

"What about the children?"

"Temporarily sent to a safe place - too frightened, and briefly suffocated, may not be able to be questioned."

"Well," Agatha commanded, "separate this mother and son for a while, take good care of the child and counsel them, especially the child, comfort and comfort them, and report them to me as soon as they think of any valuable information."

"Yes."

Agatha nodded, then walked through the living room to the small washroom and bathroom.

On the ground near the showerhead, you can also see the marks left by the guards after collecting evidence.

The fake had been kept in this bathroom, but in the end... it had less than a "sample" of a test tube left.

This is not normal.

Although the fakes themselves are strange in nature and their origins are mysterious, at least one thing is clear: they are also made up of a certain amount of physical matter, and even if they disintegrate, these physical substances will not disappear into thin air.

Agatha frowned slightly, and walked around the cramped bathroom twice, when suddenly, she stopped, staring at one place.

Rusty sewer inlet in the corner. She hurried to the floor drain and tapped the cast-iron grid with the end of her tin cane, overlooking the dark hole.

The darkness inside the sewer pipe is not visible, as if all the truth is buried.

」… No way....... Damn it!"

Agatha suddenly took a deep breath and realized a possibility that made her even a little cold in her hands and feet.

"Evacuate this building, and move all residents to the nearest neighborhood church and public shelter," she said quickly, returning to her living room, and ordered in a brisk voice, "to contact the neighborhood municipal office and close this building...... No, shut down all the secondary pipes connected to this building, including the sewer and water mains – and send a team to the nearest sewage treatment station immediately to inspect the sedimentation tank and strainer!"

The squad leader was taken aback when she heard this series of orders, but she didn't ask any questions, and the instinct to obey the orders made her immediately straighten her body: "Yes! Your Excellency, Gatekeeper!"

Agatha gave the order, and then went back to the sleeping woman on the couch.

Why is this woman not affected by cognitive and memory interference, but sees through the truth of the "fake"?

Even at this time, Agatha was still very concerned about this matter.

Just then, a guard who had been investigating clues in another room suddenly ran into the living room, still holding something in his hand.

"Your Excellency Gatekeeper! We found this!"

Agatha immediately followed the prestige and saw that the other party was holding a small plaster statue that looked quite old.

It was a sideways portrait of the Frost Queen.

"A statue of the Mad Queen?" Immediately, the other guards in the room whispered, "I didn't expect this thing to be here."

Agatha's expression was serious, and she stepped forward to take the sideways bust about a dozen centimeters high, carefully observing the details on the statue.

「... It's the original product of the year, with a special security mark on the bottom of the sculpture," she judged simply, looking up, "Where is this thing placed?"

"In a secret door deep in a closet," the guardian who spotted the Queen's profile immediately reported, "Queen's coins and commemorative books were also found inside, apparently.... It's someone who still secretly misses the Frost Queen."

Agatha did not speak for a moment, but looked fixedly at the plaster cast in her hand.

Queen of Frost...... Even today, half a century later, the fact that there are still citizens in the city-state who secretly commemorate the queen is not surprising to her.

It was, after all, a glorious age, after all, a great queen - fifty years of time were not enough to erase all traces of the queen's age from the city-state, and some of the old people who lived through that era, as well as their descendants, are still deeply influenced by it.

There are sporadic supporters of the Queen – fifty years ago, such sneaky commemoration would have led to hanging, but fifty years later, the ban has in fact been loosened considerably, and Agatha had heard about it more than once during her years as gatekeeper.

In most cases, if it is just a spontaneous act of "collecting souvenirs", today's guards and sheriffs will not be overly prosecuted, and sometimes they will even pretend not to see it, or only give verbal warnings.

The family only had a bust of the Queen, as well as a few coins and a booklet, which was not a big deal.

But thinking of the change that had just taken place in this abode, Agatha couldn't help but think about it.

The parties involved in this incident were not affected by cognitive interference, but instead recognized the truth of the "fake", is it ...... Something to do with the Queen's memorabilia?