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"It's also a pity."

"As you can see in retrospect, when He Meng and Gang were killed and the two Sylvias fought, I also tried to open a tributary of a long historical river and salvage as many spiritual body fragments as possible, but found nothing. "

Mr. Wax smoothed his sleeves.

"Find all the living members of these two families, including collateral members, and arrange those who can work as civilians to serve as civilians. Those who can work as investigators will be recruited as investigators. Those who are no longer able to work will be supported and passed away according to the retirement standards of senior civilian personnel."

After a moment of silence, Pogorelic calmly made an explanation.

Then, he made a movement with his right hand to draw the sword from the scabbard of his left hand.

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In fact, it was just an empty scabbard, and the remains of the "Blade" are now in the altar at the entrance to the cracking field.

But he still drew his sword, raised it high, and struck down, as if he was holding a non-existent sharp blade.

"Boom!!——"

The dark red liquid surface was split into two in an instant, like a thick piece of bread being broken open from the middle. The surrounding water rose into the sky like a tsunami, sweeping upward along the circular wall in defiance of gravity.

"Go down and have a look."

Pogorelic jumped into the abyss between the "waterfalls".

"Bang——"

Mr. Wax's entire body and wheelchair exploded, turning into a flock of flying white paper birds.

Soon, the two of them approached the extreme depth of the pool water, which became lighter and more transparent. Then, the two of them saw the wellhead with weird edges a few meters deeper below their feet, the windows with old dim lights, the twisted and deformed And the crumbling door, as well as the familiar and strange, intimate and scary daily objects piled inside

"This is where it happened?" Pogorelic asked.

"Strictly speaking, we entered from here." Mr. Wax nodded. "The mirror incident of the secret history reappeared at that time, which triggered the 'Tongmu' to personally intervene. I did not use inspiration to pry in depth."

In fact, even if "Tongmu" is no longer watching, these two order enforcers dare not rush down to this foreign world.

The "back room" has reached the scope of the abnormal zone. The secret history turbulence will have a serious impact on the order enforcers, and there is no way to know where they lead and whether they can return. What's more terrible is that there is a high probability of "worms" gathering here. , and a Lord of Witness who is somewhere between half crazy and completely crazy.

"Although there is internal strife in the Divine Advent Society, the motive for claiming credit is the same." Mr. Wax looked at the twisted and stacked windows and lights under his feet, "This Sylvia wants to snatch the twin girls away, so that those who cannot do so can 'Mother Tong' went completely crazy and destroyed this moving secret realm. At first, she obviously overestimated her ability. She was dragged along the way and she was almost dragged in. But later she escaped without knowing how, and it was impossible to judge her. Has the purpose been achieved?”

"Keng!!!"

Pogorelic struck out of thin air again.

A blade-shaped storm separated the layers of pool water, like cutting tofu, leaving shocking gaps in the doors, windows and well mouths.

There was the sound of crackling wood and shattering glass.

The water in the pool shrank and showed no signs of closing for a while. Doors, windows, wellheads, lights, and old objects seemed to be broken one after another, and then slowly started to squirm.

They slowly repair, join, and reorganize, and soon the scars are no longer visible.

However, what is presented is another twisted and stacked combination, which has changed compared to before.

"The state of the 'cracking field' is basically stable. It may not last long, but it is better than the previous situation." Pogorelic made a judgment.

"Basically stable, that means that the replacement process of 'Double Gate Color' has been successfully realized." Mr. Wax thought quickly, "In other words, it has been basically realized without deviating from the original program. Could it be that this thing Ervia just came back empty-handed and didn’t take anything with her? This is a bit counterintuitive to me.”

"There is another possibility. There is something that is as effective as a 'qualified person'!"

"In other words, at least from the perspective of the secret history, their effectiveness is almost equal, so the clamp is partially relaxed and the target can be replaced. This can be considered as the effect of natural law, or as the 'pupil mother' Subjective consciousness, after all, the Will of the Witnessing Lord is partial dominion over the laws of nature.”

"Effectiveness is equivalent?" Pogorelic shook his head indifferently.

Even if it is the latter case, is the replaced "double gate color" really effective in guarding the "worm", and can it really make the "pupil mother" get rid of it? Fear, I’m afraid there’s a question mark!

A "qualified person" does not simply meet the phase requirements of "Key" and "Pool".

Deep spiritual qualities, and the twinship of souls are more important.

If something is really replaced, then a stable and balanced mystical structure will not be formed at all, and the hidden dangers may still break out within a few years!

"What do you think the second Sylvia finally took out?" Mr. Wax asked.

Pogorelic narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered a few words again:

"Maybe 'Old Days,' or 'Red Pond.'"

"Did you bring the scale?"

The next moment, the "halo balance" with a strange shape and muddy color appeared in Mr. Wax's hand again.

He controlled the molten liquid to slowly drip and solidify.

Dozens of measurements were made in a row, mostly with oblique lines or hands stretched out from the liquid surface as the base symbols, and the objects weighed included familiar names of people and gods from the present and the past.

The previous conclusions have not changed: Fanning and "Old Days", Vincent and "Fountain in the Painting", Scheele and "Red Pool", Lavoisier and "Unfalling Fire" are more closely related.

And Sylvia did not show any obvious correlation with these artifact source god wreckage.

"Maybe Fanning did die later, or Scheele also died in the "Carnival". If it was really the work of the God Advent Society, it would be very troublesome to find the whereabouts of the corresponding wreckage. I hope it's not both." Mr. Wax leaned back in his wheelchair and put his hands in his sleeves.

"No, this matter is a bit strange." Poglerich's eyes flickered.

In fact, all the activities of the God Advent Society have never meant to directly snatch the artifact source god wreckage, but they are very concerned about things related to the abnormal zone and "worms".

The only possible correlation was the "disaster" and the Santaranburg subway incident, but after linking various intelligence, no matter which direction the situation develops, it is difficult for the "disaster" wreckage to fall into the hands of any secret organization. Sylvia used the underground gathering to promote this incident, and also to promote something else.

This is what confuses the Special Patrol Office and what makes Poglerich suspicious.

"Can we measure the correlation between the two different 'Sylvia' and 'Old Days' or 'Red Pool'?"

After thinking about it, Poglerich asked such a question.

"It is impossible to distinguish." Mr. Wax shook his head immediately, "The 'Halo Balance' is not a divination ritual. It can only weigh a specific item, or a clear reference semantics in history and the cognition of the world, and cannot introduce divination factors into it."

Poglerich nodded, indicating that he understood.

It makes no sense to write "Sylvia" on both ends, and if one end is written as "the one who killed He Meng" and the other end is written as "the one who killed Gang", it will not move the scale, because "the one who killed" itself is a divination sentence, which forms a mixture.

"Go up."

After the two came out of the liquid surface between the pools, Mr. Wax controlled a group of paper birds and displayed a dozen names on the tile grid of the wall, as well as detailed and dense small font notes.

"New calendar 915 abnormal area investigation plan, captain and deputy captain alternate candidates, ranked in order, reasons attached, please review."

Unexpectedly, Poglelich did not turn his head to look, but just went up all the way, circling up the stairs.

"No need, this year's plan is cancelled."