The sound of machines running echoed through the facility, the roaring water of the giant pipes, and the pungent smell of chemicals filling the air.

Agatha stood by the protective railing, poked her head out and glanced down at the buffer pool below, and saw the foul liquid tumbling in the huge cistern, bubbles and strange glows from time to time, disgusting as the stomach acid of a giant beast.

An administrator in a light brown coat with somewhat thinning hair stood behind the young gatekeeper, with a nervous look on his face, one hand subconsciously tugging at the button on his chest.

"The drainage from Oak Street North and around Cemetery No. 4 has converged here," the management noted the gatekeeper's expression as he cautiously reported, "After receiving the order, we have cut off the surrounding plumbing connections as soon as possible, and have checked the alarm devices in each buffer pool, and found no signs of desecration pollution......

Agatha listened silently, and after a moment suddenly asked, "What is the sewage usually done?"

"What to do?" The administrator was stunned for a moment, and quickly replied, "The first is to use high-pressure steam to purify the possible profanity pollution in it - you know, the sewage that has been in contact with humans and flows in the dark pipes will inevitably become a carrier for something. Steam purification is followed by sedimentation and filtration, and what you see is a sedimentation tank. This is followed by a second steam purification, after which part of the water is sent to the factory for recycling, and the other part is discharged ••••• into the sea."

Agatha nodded slightly, then asked, "How long will it take for the sewage from Oak Street North to flow here?"

"It depends, but it's usually no more than two hours." The manager replied.

"How long does sewage stay here?"

"The water in the sedimentation tank changes every seventy-two hours," the manager raised his hand, becoming more and more nervous under the gatekeeper's questions, he wiped the cold sweat from his head, but still answered accurately, "There are strict rules for the purification and inspection process, and it will not be shorter than that."

Agatha nodded slightly, and at the same time quickly calculated in her mind the time of the "counterfeit incident" in the house and the time of sewage treatment, and said thoughtfully, "In other words, if that thing can really escape through the drainage system, it should still be here......

"Your Excellency Gatekeeper," the administrator wiped his shiny head again, and finally couldn't help but wonder what happened, "What the hell happened ••••••?" Is there pollution spreading through the sewerage system?"

「…… I can't rule it out," Agatha glanced at the manager, then at the black-clad guards who were collecting samples and testing facilities not far away, "but based on what we've tested so far, everything is normal here."

"Yes," the management smiled a little reluctantly, "there are alarms in every part of the site to detect possible profanity contamination, and there are three priests on site at the treatment center, who also test water samples every day......

"Resident pastor?" Agatha seemed to think of something and turned her head, "You just said there are a few resident priests here?"

"Three•••••• three," perhaps Agatha's tone suddenly became a little intimidating, and the manager suddenly stammered subconsciously, "Is there a problem?"

"You can only have two priests here - there are strict rules on the number of priests in residence at all levels of municipal facilities, where is the third?"

The manager's expression was stunned for a moment, and then a layer of fine sweat visible to the naked eye appeared on the door of his head, and a look of nervousness and fear appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Agatha immediately raised her cane and put it on the other person's shoulder, forcibly suppressing "fear" from his consciousness, and said with a serious expression, "Listen, then you have to keep your composure - go and bring all the resident priests, just say that the gatekeeper needs to know more about the situation, and not show other emotions, understand?"

The manager's mood quickly calmed down a lot, but there was still a little nervousness, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Ming...... Got it...... I'll go."

Agatha nodded, putting away her cane, but she was about to leave

But he remembered something, and quickly said, "Wait, it's not just the resident pastor - call everybody."

The manager looked back and said, "Everyone?"

"Everyone," Agatha repeated in a deep voice, then asked uneasily, "Has anyone left the processing center since yesterday?"

"Nope!" The manager immediately replied, "It was exactly fifteen minutes before the shift change when I received the order, and everyone who worked here stayed."

"Very well, bring them all in—just say it's a necessary check, be relaxed, don't arouse suspicion, go ahead."

The somewhat bowed administrator turned and walked away quickly, composing herself as she went, and Agatha stood motionless by the buffer pool until she watched her figure disappear through a door not far away, and then she raised her hand to signal the guards around her, who had noticed the movement.

The black-clad guards in the vicinity immediately went into action, placing hidden runes in the open space around the buffer pool, sprinkling essential oils and crushed incense powder at intersections and between pipes, and standing in specific positions as if they were still inspecting the facility.

Agatha raised her cane as the guards moved, slowly drawing a triangle about two meters long around the area where she was standing, and then stood in the center of the triangle, holding her cane in both hands, calmly waiting.

It wasn't long before footsteps came from the direction of the gate, and the manager returned to the building where the buffer pool was located, followed by a large crowd.

Among them are three clergymen wearing the robes of the Church of the Dead and wearing the emblem.

More than a dozen processing center employees led by the administrator came to Agatha, lined up in a loose line, nervously greeted the "gatekeeper" in front of them, and the three resident priests came from the side of the procession to salute Agatha according to the etiquette and identity of the clergy of the Church of the Dead.

Agatha ordered the three priests to disperse, and then her gaze slowly swept over all the faces.

She sensed a sense of disobedience.

Despite not seeing any suspicious expressions or actions on her eyes, and even though she didn't perceive anything out of place, Bartók's blessing had already made her confirm the existence of a sense of disobedience—hidden in the breath of these people, hidden in their heartbeats, and even hidden in the shadows they cast on the ground.

Agatha blinked, reaffirming what she was seeing was normal, and knew in her heart.

Sure enough, there was cognitive interference—and even in the presence of one's own "gatekeeper."

Is it simply because of the boldness? Or is it because you don't understand the power of gatekeepers? Or•••... This cognitive interference is not controlled?

Agatha slowly turned her head, her gaze resting on the three priests.

A dozen staff members aside, one of these three pastors must be a fake – but which one exactly?

"Recite Bartók's name," Agatha said slowly, "let the Lord of Death behold us, and let us discern falsehood on earth."

"In the name of Bartók, the Lord of Death," a priest immediately spoke, "will look upon us...

Immediately after that, the second and third priests spoke: "In the name of Bartók, the Lord of Death......

Three voices sounded one after the other, like echoes.

Agatha frowned.

Being able to recite the names of gods shows that they are not "fakes" formed by mud, let alone cultists who believe in heresy, otherwise the violent clash of beliefs will be enough to tear their minds apart.

But how is this possible? All three priests are real?

Agatha's thoughts flickered for a moment, but her expression remained calm, and she nodded to the trio, "Next, I need to do some necessary tests, please understand."

As she spoke, she reached out to her left eye, and a vivid eyeball immediately jumped out of the socket and landed in her hand.

Agatha lifted the eyeball and "looked" at the three pastors opposite.

The figure of the first priest caught her eye, a wizened old man, dressed in Asian

The sackcloth robe, the inky black chains extending from under his ribs, the ghostly hound at the end of the chains is raising its head in this direction, and the filthy energy of its mouth is rapidly gathering and forming!

Heterodox!

How dare you stand here!

Agatha's face changed slightly, but she was prepared, and the moment the dark hound opened its huge mouth, her figure had already dodged to the side, and the staff in her right hand had been raised, and the pale flames burned at the end of the staff.

However, just as she was about to ignite the heresy, another low, obscure chanting of a spell suddenly came from the side.

Agatha's eyes in her left hand snapped, and the next second, she saw a young man with yellow hair and a high nose raising his hands to her, and behind him floated a gray-black floating jellyfish that seemed to be made of fog.

That's the second "pastor."

The feeling of dizziness hit her heart, and Agatha was about to stabilize her body, when she heard a third spell chanting.

A pale-faced woman raised her hand at the edge of her vision, and beside the woman was a cat creeping from bones and mist.

That's the third pastor.

All pastors are fake.

Roars and sounds of battle came from all directions.

The moment the three Annihilators burst into flames, the surrounding defenders reacted and tried to come to their aid, but they also encountered their own enemies.

The dozen or so "staff" brought in by the management engaged in a fierce battle with the black-clad guards nearby.

Out of the corner of Agatha's eye, the "staff" could be seen cracking the surface of their bodies with a mud-like viscous filth after being hit.

Only the thin-haired administrator ran wildly to a nearby pipe, screaming helplessly and in horror.

The entire sewage treatment center ...... There is only one "human".