Outside the police headquarters in the market area, Lumian, who had simply disguised himself with [Voyeur Glasses], boarded the carriage depicting a fragrant irise.

Two ordinary police officers in black uniforms sat side by side, with three dark urns at their feet with the names of the deceased written in shimmering fluorescent ink.

When Lumian sat on the opposite side, the carriage belonging to the police headquarters drove slowly, and the older police officer asked curiously, "What is your relationship with them?" Why do you want to go out of your way? ”

He remembered that two of the three deceased had no relatives or friends, and one of them, although there were many non-immediate relatives alive, were very frightened when they heard the name Flemish, not only did they not want to come to collect the ashes and relics, but they were even very reluctant to admit that they were related by blood or marriage.

Lumian replied in a calm tone, "I'm their landlord. ”

"Just the landlord." The older officer was clearly unconvinced.

"Police officer, landlords are also human beings, and they will also have feelings."

Lumian replied with a smile: "I have either drunk a few times with them, or we talk a lot, and it is not a hassle to help them carry the ashes to the catacombs." ”

The younger officer looked out the window and put on a gesture of reluctance to chat, while the older officer had a very familiar temperament.

"You are really as young as you look, since you are a hotel or apartment in the market area, you must remember that you must not have any feelings for the tenants, otherwise you will either be deceived or sad, and if you come a few more times, you will never have enthusiasm for others again."

After a few perfunctory remarks, the police officer asked, "Flemish still has relics with us, and his relatives are unwilling to collect them, do you want to take them?" If not, we'll take care of it ourselves. ”

"I'll take a look when I get back from the catacombs."

Lumian didn't pay much attention to this, on the way from the market area to the purgatory square in the observatory area, the older police officer had been looking for someone to chat, either pulling and communicating with Lumian, or trying to disturb his colleagues, without stopping for a moment.

Finally arriving at the destination, holding Ruhl's ashes, after stepping out of the carriage, with Lumien's talkativeness, there was a feeling that his ears had finally rested.

The caretaker of the tomb who received them was the one Lumien had met before, a man in his mid-thirties, medium build, slightly curly, a bushy beard, slightly upturned eyes, yellow trousers, a white shirt, and a blue waistcoat.

"Kendall, why are you again?" The older officers greeted with a smile.

Kendall carried the calcium carbide lamp that had not yet been lit and responded with a smile: "Robert, I heard that you are coming, I deliberately pushed other arrangements and waited for you here." ”

The grave keeper said, looking at Lumian twice, and emphatically, "You haven't forgotten to prepare the white candles, have you?" ”

"Forget anything else, and you won't forget this."

Holding the Flemish urn, Robert, with a little difficulty, took out three white candles from his coat pocket, and threw one to his colleague and Lumien, seeing that they were ready, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, turned around, and guided them a little bit down the stone staircase with 138 floors, into the depths of darkness.

On the way, they passed through a heavy wooden door inscribed with two holy microsages, and passed through a quiet corridor where even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Such a dark environment was not unfamiliar to Lumien, but the young police officer was a little nervous, and hugged Mrs. Michelle's ashes hard in search of more security.

After crossing a wide avenue with gas lamps, the group of four arrived at the entrance to the catacombs.

The natural artificially modified boulder doorway stood silently in the dim light, flanked by a large number of skulls, white bone arms, sunflowers and vapor elemental floats, and behind it was light, which seemed to be unable to penetrate the thick darkness, and its lintel had two inscriptions written in Intis - Stand, in front of it was the Dead Empire.

Even though it was not the first time he had seen this scene, Lumian still produced a solemn and heavy feeling, and unlike the previous curiosity and doubt, he could now truly feel that these warnings and the weight of this environment, the underground of Trier, buried a large number of dangers that could destroy the entire city and even the whole of Intis, including but not limited to the Quaternary, that Trier, the Shadow Tree, and the invisible flames.

And the catacombs that are also located here are most likely not harmless places, according to Aosta? Trull's "secret prayer man", the viewers hold lit white candles, enter the catacombs is very much like a ritual, a ritual to seek the protection of hidden existence, this kind of place, even open to the public, makes Lumian have to suspect that it is a part of suppressing a danger underground, just like the construction of a new city on that Trier in the Quaternary Age.

Kendall turned around and said to Lumian and the others: "You can light the candle, before leaving the catacombs, you can't let it go out, if you lose me, don't be nervous, look for the street sign, if you can't find the street sign, just look at the black line above your head, follow it all the way, you can come out." ”

With the help of the calcium carbide lamp in Kendall's hand, the three of Lumian lit the white candles one after another, making them emit a yellowish light, and in the light of the four candle flames, Kendal extinguished the calcium carbide lamp, and went forward through the boulder doorway and entered the [Empire of Death].

Lumian followed, holding the urn with one hand, and the white candle in the other, suddenly, he felt a little cold, the cold did not come from the surroundings, but directly from the bottom of his heart, so that his hairs stood up one by one, at the same time, Lumian's spirit was instantly tense, only to feel that there were eyes around him, quietly watching, by the candle flame in his hand, he looked to the right, and saw one pit after another dug in the stone wall, the first pit was stuffed with a corpse of white bones, The one with sunken eye sockets and no flesh and blood seemed to be looking at him, pointing without any feeling.

Lumian didn't look down, carefully observed these bones, and found that the strange feeling of being invisibly watched by himself did not come from them, and did not subside, subconsciously, he wanted to open his [spiritual vision] to confirm the situation, but now he is not the same as when he first arrived in Trier, he has encountered a lot of things, understood many warnings, it was written by the predecessors with blood and tears, don't look at what shouldn't be seen, since it doesn't bring me danger, then there is no need to look for the source of the anomaly.

Lumian muttered a few words silently, and looked sideways, the policemen beside him, they didn't seem to notice, anything was wrong, normal tomb keeper, Kendall walked forward.

This made Lumian suspect that the experience just now was that after he was promoted to [Arsonist], his spirit had a qualitative change and returned.

It's good if you don't feel it, Lumian couldn't help but sigh.

Because he was stared at one after another, the surface of his skin was highlighted, dense small bumps.

He looked up cautiously, and sure enough, he saw a thick black line drawn on the top of the tomb, marked with an arrow pointing to the outside of the doorway, and walked forward step by step.

Lumian found that the sides of the road were full of bones, some of them were in the pits in the stone wall, some were piled up on the side of the road, some were covered by shabby clothes, some were not only no longer able to find the burial objects, but even the skulls had grown a layer of dark green mold, and the air was filled with a well-diluted smell of decay, and the catacombs were divided into several burial chambers, each with its own name, so that the worshippers would not find the corresponding bones.

After Lumian and the others followed Kendall through the [Chapel Tomb] and the [Memorial Pillar Tomb], they saw dozens of yellowish candles in front of them, sometimes gathered together, like fireflies at night, sometimes like a river of stars in the middle and dark.

Lumian glanced casually, and saw a bride wearing a white veil and a holy gown, next to her was a groom with a black tuxedo, breast pockets, and handkerchiefs and flowers, surrounded by them, and three or four young men, all holding lit, white candles, giggling, very merry.

"What is this doing?" Lumian didn't hide his doubts.

Kendall: "Heh" said: "Part of the wedding, since the previous year, the newlyweds with their young guests, into the catacombs, through the deceased, has become a popular wedding ceremony in Trier, young people, always so bold, and proud to show off their courage and scare others, I have seen guests deliberately pick up a hand bone, use it to pat the bride and groom on the shoulder, so frightened that they almost fainted. ”

You Triers, Lumian shook his head involuntarily, and after passing the group, it didn't take long for the four of them to arrive at their destination [Tomb Lamp Chamber].

There is a black pedestal in the middle of here, and on the top of the obelisk, painted white, depicting the "Sun Shengwei", there is an ancient oil lamp that has long been extinguished, and the surrounding walls and the ground are full of bones, urns and numerous tear bottles.

After entering here, Lumien thought of a question: where are Flemish's relatives?

He wanted Flemish to sleep next to his children, wife and parents, and after a short thought, Lumian suddenly understood why Flemish didn't write down the location of his relatives' bones, he felt guilty, he blamed himself, he wanted to stay with his relatives, but he didn't dare to approach them, he only planned to be in the same burial chamber, looking at them from afar.

Unspeakable grief poured into Lumien's heart, and he stood still for a while, choosing to respect Flemish's last wishes, finding a random vacant spot, and laying down the urn of the madman, and when Robert had placed the urns of the Ruhrs and his wife on top of each other, the four of them prayed at the same time, either "praise the sun" or "steam on it".

On the way back, they met the newlyweds and the young guests who were about to pass by, when Lumian saw a young couple at the back of the procession, who were suspected to be lovers, and while the caretaker of the tomb was not paying attention, they were eager to blow out the white candle in their hands to see what would happen.

Call!

They did, and the two yellowish candles went out, and at the same time, Lumian's head flickered, and his state instantly returned.

But there was no longer in sight, the young couple who seemed to be a couple were gone, and Lumian's childlike hole suddenly enlarged, trying to see the situation there.

A few seconds later, he confirmed the fact that the young couple, who were suspected of being a couple, were really missing.

Lumian immediately set his eyes on the team, whether it was the newlyweds and some of the guests who walked in front, or the few people at the back, they didn't feel that there was anyone missing from the team, they were still smiling and making trouble, the ones who went forward.