Deep Sea Embers

In the depths of the secret passage connecting the second waterway, Nemo Wilkins held a lantern in his hand and said in a somewhat gloating tone while leading the way: "Our people have already heard the news, evacuate and 'clean up' Cleaned up the traces down here, the church people are drilling under the central city and XC area-now the creeping darkness should give them a headache."

"I'm also worried that you guys will take the opportunity to cause some damage," Duncan said casually, "After all, you are the home court in the second waterway."

"We don't have to do this," Nemo shook his head, "We are loyal to Captain Tirian, and Captain Tirian never wants to destroy this city-state—from the perspective of protecting the city-state, we have a relationship with the church and even the city hall." There are no conflicts. Now the people in the church are trying to find a way to eliminate the cultists in the city, and we will not be impulsive and do things to help those cultists."

Duncan nodded, and then asked curiously, "Did the old ghost show up today?"

"Old ghost..." Nemo hesitated in his words, and then sighed softly, "The old ghost's mental state has become more and more unstable recently, he is too old, and the operation of the church to organize manpower to search the second waterway is also difficult. Some stimulated his nerves, which reminded him of the battle in the sewer—in order to avoid any situation, I could only let him rest in the cellar of the tavern."

The last warrior who had served the queen could not get out of the nightmare decades ago—Duncan could only sigh at this, and went to the depths of the second waterway with Alice in silence.

They passed through the secret passage, passed through many secret doors and intersections that seemed to be monitored by secret sentries, and finally entered the second waterway through a completely different path from the last time.

Apparently, in response to the search operations by the church and the authorities, the informants of the Sea Mist Fleet lurking in the city-state activated a set of camouflage and early warning systems that had been prepared long ago.

In the end, Duncan and Alice returned to the corridor under the leadership of Nemo-the place where the crow had an accident.

"I'll go back first," Nemo said to Duncan. "Recently, the city is tense and there are more and more people watching. I have to keep an eye on the situation above. You should pay attention to the church here..."

He wanted to remind Duncan to pay attention to safety and be careful not to meet the church's search team here, but he suddenly felt something was wrong in the middle of the sentence, and after holding back for a long time, he said: "Be gentle, they are actually not bad people ..."

Duncan couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to worry, I know how to measure—go back quickly, you have been away from the tavern for too long."

"good."

Nemo left quickly, and the empty and cold underground waterway became quiet for a while.

Duncan raised his head and looked at the empty corridor ahead, but recalled the situation when he came here before in his mind.

The young man named "Crow" fell by the sewage ditch not far ahead. He died on the dry ground, but the cause of death was drowning in sea water. Where are the "hieroglyphic" records transcribed.

Now this corridor has been cleaned up, it should be done by Nemo and the old ghost.

Duncan turned his head and saw Alice obediently following beside him, with a serious expression in the eyes exposed outside the veil—but he knew that the puppet was actually just blanking its head and not thinking about anything.

Of course, Duncan knew that he could not expect to discuss or reason with this puppet. He brought Alice here only because she could see those "threads"—even the "threads" that occasionally leaked due to the approach of the mirror world, and escaped. But her eyes.

"If you see the 'line' again, tell me immediately." Duncan said seriously.

"Yeah!" Alice nodded immediately.

Duncan walked forward slowly.

He was still thinking about the "crow" in his mind.

At that time, he, Morris and others speculated that the "crow" had misfortune by entering a certain place by mistake, but in the end they searched the entire corridor but failed to find any clues, and the investigation was deadlocked. Now it seems... At that time, there seemed to be an answer to where the crow went astray.

It is very possible that the mirror image and the real frost briefly intersected in this corridor. It may be a crack, or it may be an instant reflection emerging from a certain stagnant water—the crow passing by unfortunately fell into it.

Regardless of how exactly he crossed that line at the time, one thing is clear:

This corridor should be a weak point in the connection between the mirror image and reality.

...

Underground, cold and damp, the air is filled with a rotten and moldy smell, giving people the feeling that the whole city-state is a corpse that is gradually rotting—and I am walking in the viscera of this corpse middle.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the sewer corridor filled with strange smells, and it sounded a little heavy. Agatha walked forward slowly, while confirming the direction of progress through temporary divination and spiritual perception, while carefully paying attention to the wind and grass around her.

Her black clothes have been severely damaged, and the soft armor lining and the ceremonial bandages wrapped around her body are also more bloody. The damage to her body has exceeded the critical point of self-repair. She can only use the He stopped the bleeding with a divine technique, but he had no time to think about the restoration of flesh and blood.

But the good news is that Agatha is becoming more and more sure that she is heading in the right direction-after eliminating more and more fake freaks, and after many confrontations with this malicious replica city-state, she is finally getting better and better. I could "smell" those heresies more and more clearly.

Following this smell, she walked through the streets and alleys of the lower city, through the empty and twisted subway passages, and into the collapsed sewers. Finally, she found this place that had been abandoned for an unknown number of years and was located deep underground in the city-state. world.

The vastness here was beyond the records she had seen in the archives, beyond what she could have imagined after seeing those files.

Agatha raised her head and looked at the wide and dimly lit corridor ahead. Ancient gas lamps were inlaid on the walls on both sides of the corridor. On the vault of the corridor, we can see the criss-crossing pipes and supporting structures. Under the light of the shaking gas lamp, everything casts shaking and distorted shadows, as if there are countless invisible things wriggling in the darkness.

On both sides of the ground in the corridor, there are ditches flowing with sewage. Disgusting black water flows down from the grille openings on the wall and merges into those ditches, making the sound of rushing water.

Agatha knew where this place was.

This is the "Second Waterway" under Frost - the place she originally planned to lead a team to explore.

The only difference from the plan was that what she planned to lead the team to explore was the city-state underground in the real world, but at this moment she was trapped in a duplicated Frost.

Agatha closed her eyes slightly, carefully perceiving the flow of breath in the air. She shielded the filthy and foul smell, and relied on her spiritual intuition to search for the location of the heretics.

She could feel that the longer she stayed here and the more she dealt with those freaks, the "connection" between herself and this fake city was gradually strengthened.

in front of.

The gatekeeper opened his eyes, ignored the faint pain coming from the wounds all over his body, chose a fork in the road ahead, and continued to walk deep into the corridor.

She suddenly remembered one thing.

Not long ago, I visited the existence of the suspected ancient god or the incarnation of the ancient god who descended on Frost. At that time, the other party hinted to her that she should go "underground" to find clues.

Now, under the guidance of her breath, she is constantly approaching the lairs where the heretics are hiding.

Those heretics are really hiding underground in the city-state, in this abandoned second waterway—it's just that this "underground hiding place" is not in the Frost City in the real world, but in a copied foreign land.

Agatha twitched her lips.

The road is twists and turns, and finally returns to the origin.

At that time, she misunderstood the hint of the descendant and mistakenly thought that the enemy was hiding in the second waterway in the real world, but now she entered this replica city-state by accident, and was in the second waterway of the replica. Found a clue.

Wandering in the fork in the road, and finally heading in the right direction - is this also a kind of luck?

Agatha observed the surrounding situation.

Although she has not investigated the second waterway in the real world, she knows some general information. She knows that the ancient sewer system has long been completely abandoned and blocked, and all the pipes, shafts and drainage channels leading to the second waterway have been destroyed. Close, in theory, there should be a dry or relatively dry place.

But in the sewer corridor in front of him, sewage can be seen flowing everywhere, and the sound of drainage can be heard from time to time in the surrounding pipes.

In this copied Frost City-State, the second waterway appears to be in constant use—is this also the difference between a fake and a genuine one?

Agatha thought about it, and then stopped suddenly.

A sticky and disgusting wriggling sound came from the surroundings, those sewage pipe openings and the wall surface covered with black pollutants, the black mud was constantly seeping out.

Those lingering freaks are at it again.

The body is very tired, the wound is hurting, the ritual bandage has been torn, and the blessing of the God of Death has also gradually weakened, and the weakness caused by the loss of blood can't be ignored.

But Agatha just raised her head calmly, staring at the deformed monsters gathering in front of her eyes.

"Come and die."