For a moment, Lumian suspected that it was him and hallucinated;

There was no attempt at all by the couple to blow out the candle flame!

If it weren't for the memory, it was still profound, if it wasn't for it, the danger of underground Trier, with a very clear understanding, Lumian would definitely look for problems from himself, instead of looking for traces of the couple's existence.

The few guests who had been behind the couple quickened their pace, catching up with the people in front of them, filling in the gap that had suddenly appeared in the procession, they were not surprised, they were not afraid, they were not confused, everything was so normal.

Already being watched by countless invisible eyes, the tiny bumps on the surface of Lumian's body like goosebumps became more and more obvious.

He subconsciously looked at Kendal, the caretaker of the tomb, who was walking in front of the two policemen, to see how he reacted to what had just happened.

Kendall, dressed in yellow trousers and a blue vest, walked towards the catacombs with a turned out calcium carbide lamp in one hand and a white candle burning quietly in the other.

He didn't seem to have the slightest awareness of what was happening in the team next to him.

Suddenly, he turned his head and his gaze collided with Lumien's.

"What's the matter?"

Kendall's slightly muffled voice echoed through the passages of the burial chamber on either side, echoing through the hollow of the nearby skull.

Lumian didn't see anything unusual, and replied quite calmly, "I'm afraid of losing it." ”

Kendall nodded invisibly, "Then I'll slow down." ”

He continued to walk towards the exit doorway, his pace slowing down considerably, slowly, staggeringly, and utterly silent, like some living corpse described in horror.

Holding a flickering, yellowish white candle, Lumian walked past the group of newlywed party participants who were still laughing and deliberately staring at a white skull from time to time, and one thought after another flashed through his mind: "They really didn't notice that there were no people, and when they left the catacombs, the family of the man and the woman would find out that their relatives were missing?" I've been thinking for a long time, the catacombs are open to the public, and there are often college students who come here to venture and dance with the bones, is it really not a problem? Even the viewers who were led by the tomb keeper would not listen to the warnings, let alone the young people who entered the catacombs with a white candle themselves, I thought that there were safer protection measures, or that the accidents were not frequent enough to scare those people, but now it seems that it is a different matter. ”

Lumian suspects that people who are [devoured] by the catacombs will not only disappear physically, but even the impression of their existence in the minds of friends and relatives will be erased.

Why can I remember them, because I have Cermipolos sealed in my body, and fate is connected to her in some way, why is the government and the two major churches still open to the public in such a dangerous place.

The catacombs need to have a large number of living people, who often come and go to suppress something, and those who do not heed the warnings should be necessary sacrifices.

The more Lumian thought about it, the more his hairs stood on end, forcing himself not to analyze in depth, he didn't have enough information, he couldn't analyze it deeply, anyway, the catacombs, there was nothing worth it, he ventured to explore.

Once in a while, as long as the rules are followed, there is no problem, and from the moment he enters the catacombs, the talkative policeman Robert falls silent and does not seem to be very comfortable here.

He doesn't speak, and he doesn't have anyone to talk to.

In the indescribable silence, the group of four returned to the natural doorway with exquisite floats and walked out.

As soon as he crossed the line, Lumian immediately felt that countless invisible gazes vanished.

The chill inside his body was no longer there, and his skin quickly returned to normal.

"Whew." Robert let out a long breath.

"Every time I go into the catacombs, I feel uncomfortable, Kendall, how can you go in a dozen times a day and still be very happy."

Kendall laughed and said: "You think we are not affected, as long as we don't have to be on duty at night, some families will hurry to find their wives, and if they don't, they will go to the city wall street to warm themselves with other people's temperatures, to be honest, I feel like I am slowly becoming a corpse after staying here." ”

In the midst of small talk, Kendall lit the carbide lamp, extinguished the candle in his hand, and made his way back to the ground, where Robert looked over and stopped at the market outside the entrance building.

The carriage of the district police headquarters sneered at his colleagues and Lumian: "I've been uncomfortable for a long time, I want to pee, you wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom first." ”

With that, he walked over to the mud-gray two-story building where tickets were sold for the catacombs.

Lumian glanced at the stone carved dome and stood beside the pillars on the edge, aimlessly surveying the pedestrians of the Purgatory Square.

The other policeman got into the carriage and sat and waited.

At this moment, Lumian suddenly felt a little chill again, which was very similar to the feeling he felt after entering the catacombs, but not so strong, and he instinctively turned his body on guard, and saw Kendall, the caretaker of the tomb, standing behind him, looking at him expressionlessly.

"What's the matter?" Lumien asked calmly.

Kendall, with his thick brown beard, asked in a deep voice, "What were you looking at just now?" ”

Lumian's heart sank slightly, half sincerely, half performingly, and asked, "Which time are you referring to?" ”

"On the way back, when I passed by the group of people."

Kendall's tone didn't fluctuate.

Lumian made a look of sudden realization: "I was very interested in the wedding in the dead man's pile, they didn't seem to be afraid at all, and had a good time. ”

Kendall stared at him for two seconds and nodded, "Don't follow them." ”

After saying that, the tomb keeper carried the unlit calcium carbide lamp and walked towards the mud-gray two-story building that belonged to them.

Not long after, the policeman Robert came by and the carriage headed back to the honest man's market area.

In the [Reliquary] located in the corridor on the first floor, in the [Reliquary] of the Market District Police Headquarters, Robert walked to the wooden frame divided into multiple grids, pointed to one of the grids and said, "Oh, Flemish relics." ”

Stuffed there was a dark suitcase, pen and paper, inkwell bottles, and a few books from the Ministry.

Lumian took out a book, flipped through it briefly, and found that it was a mineralogy textbook about the underground rock formations of Trier, which was very difficult for him, a young man who had dropped out of school, and even had a large number of words that he did not know, which were proper nouns belonging to mineralogy, and several other books also belonged to mineralogy, some were basic textbooks, and some were more complex collections of papers.

After a little confirmation, Lumian lifted the suitcase, placed it on the ground, and opened it, filled with one small, off-white cloth bag after another, except for two sets of clothes and necessary household items.

They have different names written on them with a pen: flowers, sedges, sheep, etc.

This was the name of the different rock formations beneath Trier, which Flemish had mentioned, and the bags contained the corresponding mineral specimens, and Lumian recalled a little and probably guessed what was in those bags.

After Flemish went mad, he did not forget to bring his research subjects, which did not mean anything to Lumien, and he began to think about letting the police department deal with it on its own.

At this moment, the majestic cascading voice of Themipolos sounded in his ears: "The cloth bag on the far right. ”

Yo, you loser finally spoke again, and Lumian's first reaction was to laugh at Ermibolos, and then he turned his gaze to the cloth bag prompted by the Angel of Destiny in surprise and suspicion.

The bag was on the far right of the trunk, with Flemish socks above and his razor below, and its surface was covered in dark blue ink with a combined term: blood of the earth.

Earth, blood, Lumian, who was already squatting next to the suitcase, muttered silently, but very calmly, in front of the policeman Robert, picked up the cloth bag and opened it.

There was a flake stone in the sack, the surface was tan, and there were many potholes, and in each pothole, there were dark red patches dotted, as if blood was oozing from the earth, and for some reason, Lumian felt quite irritated just by seeing this thing.

He didn't touch the mineral specimen with his hands, tied it back in the bag, and put it back in the suitcase, and then he quickly flipped through the mineralogical material that described the underground rock formations of Trier.

Because of his clear purpose, he quickly discovered the answer: the blood rock layer is located between 55 and 56 meters below Trier, and is about 0.76 meters thick.

The deepest minerals we can collect here, and further down is the Ancient Ruins Reserve, which is not allowed to enter.

In this textbook description, Flemish's familiar handwriting is accompanied by a few notes that the small amount of ore in the blood formation, more special than the rest, is suspected to contain volatile toxins that can make people irritable until they suffer from a mental illness known as mania.

One researcher went berserk and slashed a colleague, and had to wear protective gear to access certain mineral specimens from the Earth's blood rock formations.

The earth's blood is close to the Quaternary Trier rock formation, and there are obvious peculiarities in itself, so it's no wonder that Thermipolos brought me to my attention.

While Lumien was thinking, the policeman Robert urged: "Do you want it or not, make a decision quickly." ”

"Yes!" Lumian stood up.

Although all he wanted was this mineral specimen of the Hematology Formation and a mineralogy textbook about the underground rock formations of Trier, he signed and took all the Flemish relics with him in order not to arouse suspicion.

After returning to room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't care to wash off the occult makeup on his face right now.

Whispered to Themipolos, "What's so special about this mineral specimen?" ”

Themipolos's voice echoed in Lumien's ears again: "You don't think it's normal that the ghost of Montsouris never came to kill Flemish. ”