Only the bodies of the cultists were left scattered in the assembly hall, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which made the investigation very difficult.

But one thing is for sure, it was not ordinary people who created this attack.

A peculiar pungent smell remains in the air, which is a trace of the contamination of the "flames".

Vanna scrutinized the oil lamps left in the basement, and beside her, a priest took out special powders and potions from his kit to analyze whether there were any residues in the lamps that should not be in the real world.

Fire is a special thing in this world.

Fire is a visible order, the handwriting of the gods when they make a contract for the world, and the evidence that "civilization still exists" – when the flame burns, everything changes and leaves its mark.

If there had ever been a battle of the extraordinary level here, there would have been traces of the flames.

After the priest got busy, Vanna returned to the middle of the basement and looked at the corpse of a solar heretic who had fallen there.

"There are dozens of fractures in the bones of the body, as if it had been hit directly by a wild bison, and it is hard to imagine what kind of weapon could cause such a result," said a coroner, "a simple blunt blow with brute force, and no traces of spell were found." ”

"Brute force blunt strike...... A blunt brute force blow that breaks dozens of bones at once? Vanna frowned slightly, "What is this?" A meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter? ”

The coroner shook his head: "Compared to these, the ash at the end is more suspicious. ”

Vanna went to the end of the basement and saw what the other party had called "Ash".

There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the floor, and the clothes were grayish-black and delicately gray, which made it easy to think that there was once a man here.

"There is no doubt that it is some kind of supernatural power, judging from the traces, it may be a type of mutant flame," Vanna said to the coroner beside her, after a brief judgment, "It is difficult for a normal flame to burn a person to such ashes, and it still retains its clothes intact after burning. ”

"There are signs of impact on the wall, and this cultist seems to have been hit by a tremendous force and then burned by the flames," said another priest at the scene, "and this cultist was the only one in the entire scene who was killed by a supernatural force — and a supernatural power that had never been seen before."

"In addition, we also found a ground in the corner of the basement that has been severely corroded by an unknown force, but we have not found any residual physical matter, which may also be the effect of extraordinary power."

"It could be a spell cast by a human, or it could be an anomaly," Vanna said casually, "Was it discovered after a citizen reported it?" ”

"Yes, an enthusiastic citizen heard the unusual noise in the abandoned factory, and reported it to the sheriff and the guards who changed shifts at the corner of the street at the turn of day and night," the priest next to him nodded and said, "These cultists are actually very cautious, they erased the traces of their activities after entering the city-state and successfully lurked in the lower city, and they have not been detected, if it were not for this attack, they may have been able to lurk again." ”

"Now that a den has been exposed, it means that there may be more hidden in the shadows," Vanna said in a deep voice, "The gutters and alleys of the lower city are the focus of the investigation during this time, and they should be ......"

She was in the middle of her sentence when a guard suddenly hurried over to her, holding something in his hand: "Inquisitor, look at this! ”

Vana immediately looked up and saw that the Guardian was holding a small tray containing several bloodstained, slightly deformed copper bullets.

"We found two overfired revolvers at the scene, and the bullets should have been fired from those two guns," the Guardian reported, "and the blood on the bullets is most likely from the attacker!" ”

Vanna's eyes fell on the bullets, and the first thing she noticed was the deformation of the bullets—the bullets were stained with blood, indicating that they had been shot into flesh, but the bullets were shrunk and deformed...... But it is not caused by soft and fragile flesh.

Unless every bullet hits the bone, or...... The person who was shot had extremely strong physical strength.

And how did these bullets that had already entered the human body land on the scene?

Vana thought about it for a moment and decided that there were only two possibilities: either the attacker had surgery to remove the bullet on the spot, or the attacker had special physical abilities and relied on a strong body to "explode" the bullet from the body.

Whatever the possibility, one thing is clear: the powerful assailant was able to take out all the cultists without delay even after being shot several times, and was able to remove the bullets from his body quite calmly when the matter was over.

Vanna looked at her hands.

She could do this kind of thing, but because she could do it, she knew better how difficult it was for ordinary mortals of flesh and blood.

"The one who killed these cultists should be an extremely strong transcendent, and the weapon used is some kind of large blunt weapon," with a consideration in mind, Fanna turned her head and said to one of her attendants, "The other party is experienced in combat, strong-willed, extremely strong, considering the weapons used, he should also be very tall, and at the same time may have some kind of flame power, and it is preliminarily judged to be hostile to the solar heresy, but it is not certain whether it is on our side for the time being......

"Inform guards and sheriffs at all levels to pay attention to people who meet the above characteristics in the near future, and once a suspected target is found, give priority to reporting and do not rashly contact."

The guard, who served as the retinue, immediately bowed his head: "Yes, Inquisitor. ”

Vanna exhaled softly, and her mind sketched a rough picture of what the attackers at the rally might look like: a two-meter strong man wielding a giant mace or a meteor hammer, calm and tenacious in martial arts, and able to summon flames.

That's pretty much how it should be.

……

Duncan saw off the second client with a smile on his face, and was in a pleasant mood as he watched the chubby lady walk away.

The lady was a long-time customer of the shop, and she had her eye on a pair of vases today as a gift for her new neighbor.

The vase is from the wholesale market, although the production date is last week, but it has a history of 800 years, the original price is more than 200,000 yuan, 26 discounts, and a pair of stone ornaments from the factory last Wednesday and the Soland dynasty period.

The old customer knew that the thing was fake, but thought the store manager Duncan was real from start to finish.

After tossing a few crumpled bills into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling a little calmer in his impetuous mood.

For now, at least, opening this antique shop is a new and interesting thing for him.

Of course, making money from this small business is really limited, and the profit from selling two vases with two ornaments is only a little more than six solas, and after most of the day, there are two customers in his antique store - he doesn't know that this "customer flow" is too much or too little for ordinary people, but it is obviously not as promising as reporting the cultists.

Duncan dedicated some of his energy to pay attention to the situation on Ai Yin's side.

The dove was flying low over the fourth block, but unfortunately, the sun amulet strapped to its back had so far made no response.

Of course, this is also normal - although there are many cultists who have poured into the city-state of Purland, they are not to the extent that they can bloom everywhere, and in addition, they will deliberately disperse their actions and hide in all kinds of forgotten corners, it is not easy to find nature.

When hunting, you need patience.

Duncan enjoyed the quiet time leisurely, paying attention to the movements of the pigeons while occasionally paying attention to the situation on the side of the Lost Country, or controlling his body on the ship to walk around on the deck, watching Alice fight with the strange things on the ship and then being chased with her head running around, and suddenly felt that this wonderful life was not bad.

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant bell suddenly came from the direction of the door, interrupting his idle thoughts.

"Welcome."

Duncan said casually as he looked up at the door, where he saw a gray-haired old gentleman pushing the door in.

It was a well-dressed old gentleman, with a fresh and neat dark brown coat, shiny leather shoes on his feet, a black cane of unrecognizable material, and meticulous hair and bow tie.

It's not like the dress up that would come down town, it's more like the decent people of the Cross Block, or even Uptown.

Duncan didn't have any idea of the so-called "decent people" of this world, but he could tell at a glance that this old gentleman was no ordinary customer.

"Is there anything you like?" He laughed, like a real antique store manager, "Take it with you." ”