Pastor's Tantra

When Aiwass left the magnetic hammer, it was almost dawn. {What? You don’t know yet|Read COM, read the chapters without mistakes|Hurry up and Google them}

He wasn't even aware of the passage of time. What finally reminded him was Qi Hui's words, "Are you hungry? Why don't we go out to eat something and drink something strong?"

Magnet also drank until morning yesterday and only woke up in the afternoon. Now that I am in high spirits, I can just have breakfast and go fishing with William.

Aiwass had no choice but to say, "I'd better go back and take a rest" and declined on the spot. Then I went to the second floor and found Sherlock.

In the room allocation last night, Jack went to the master bedroom to sleep on the magnetic hammer bed, and gave up the room to Sherlock and Aiwass. Lily, on the other hand, went to Haina's room and slept with her.

After all, it can only be divided like this. Even if Lily can live with Aiwass, Haina and Sherlock cannot sleep together.

After returning to the room, Aiwass was surprised to find that Sherlock was still awake.

Or maybe he had already slept... But when Aiwass came in, Sherlock in his pajamas was seriously lying at the table writing and drawing.

Seeing this scene, Aiwass almost laughed out loud.

Because this is really like a child setting up a table to do homework...

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Sherlock glanced back coldly. After realizing it was Aiwass, I ignored him and continued writing and painting.

"what are you writing?"

Aiwass closed the door and came over to take a look: "Aren't you asleep?"

He couldn't understand it. It looked like some kind of mind map - just a few words, and then separated into several lines, pointing to different words, and then some conjectures were densely written in smaller fonts on the middle line and next to the words.

Hearing Aiwass's words, Sherlock slapped the pen on the table.

He turned forward a few pages of his little book, held the book in the middle with his fingers and handed it to Aiwass.

"It's just a day without sleep...just watch it from the beginning."

Sherlock said briefly: "I just asked Haina and Auntie something. I also interviewed Mr. Jack. The clues that can be sorted out so far are almost the same as the manager's.

"In short, we're in trouble."

"How much trouble?"

Aiwass asked: "Are you talking about the speed of time here, or that they have no names? Or is it the Wild Hunt Legion here?"

"Both, but neither."

Sherlock replied: "I confirmed a very important point - this made me clear my head. First of all, there are no young people in their thirties in this village."

Hearing this, Aiwass took his eyes back from the book and turned to Sherlock.

Aiwass confirmed: "Are you saying there isn't... or that you're not here?"

Noticing Aiwass' serious gaze, Sherlock smiled with satisfaction: "When I told Haina, she was still a little confused. She couldn't react immediately.

“Yes, that’s what I mean—at least thirty years ago, there were no newborns here.

"To be precise, among the young people in this village, the oldest one is twenty-six years old. There is no young man older than twenty-six years old... The ones above him all have unknown ages and names. 'Aborigines'.

"I first suspected this because I found that the old supervisor William didn't actually know Meg. When I mentioned Meg to him, he had to pretend to think that he knew who Meg was...

"Given his age, this was impossible. So I asked Haina's mother and learned that he came here about sixty years ago.

"——But he looks to be in his sixties now. Moreover, when Haina's mother said this, it was as if she saw it with her own eyes. She looks to be in her early thirties now... But When I asked her her age, she just smiled and said nothing."

Sherlock said seriously: "So I thought of a possibility...

"Are all the people here really still alive?"

"Don't think so yet."

Aiwass pondered for a while and replied: "First of all, make sure. People here will die. And they can leave at any time."

The former is like Aiwass's grandfather.

The latter is Haina's biological father and her biological father's teacher - the original old blacksmith in the village. Haina's father left Eagle Cape Village and never came back; and the old blacksmith did go to the royal capital to study when he was young.

"So at least this is not a ghost village - I have also confirmed that they are all living people. Can't Jack also grow up? The same goes for Haina."

Aiwass affirmed: "I can't tell the difference between the living and the undead. Compared with this, I think what's more terrible is that the people here have no names."

With that said, Aiwass shared his investigation results with Sherlock.

If it was in a game, it would be normal if it didn't have a name.

But if this matter is put into reality...or put into mysticism, the meaning will be different.

Because the act of "naming" itself belongs to the power of the twilight path, it is a preparation for remembering.

Even people who have died without souls still have the power of the Dusk Path... This part of the power refers to this person's name.

Because there are still people who will remember him and his name is still engraved on the world. Then even if its body disappears and its soul disappears, the necromancers can still call it.

What they are calling is the "name" of this undead spirit. It is the afterimage of the dead left in the world.

Only when a person has a name, or at least a title that can accurately refer to him, can he be accurately recorded. Otherwise, he will not be able to exist in history, books, or the entire world, and his existence will be swallowed up by others.

Even if a person is deprived of everything, he still has his own name.

In the ancient kingdom of Parthia, there was one of the most advanced forms of punishment - a punishment that was more cruel than the death penalty, insulting the corpse, or even imprisoning the soul. It was called "white punishment." That is to say, through ritual and violent means, the traces of this person's existence are completely wiped out.

His name will be erased, and all the things he has done will lose his name and be replaced by another person's name...or be completely destroyed. All his descendants will be killed, even his students.

The memories of all those who once remembered him and all his friends will be rewritten. Paint this person into a blank that cannot be recalled - no face, no name, no memory.

This kind of punishment has only been used three times in the 3,800 years that the ancient Parthian country has been passed down intermittently. Because of the existence of white punishment, there is no record of what they did to trigger this punishment, and it is not even known what era the person being executed lived in.

...And in Yingjia Village, it was as if the entire village had been executed as a "white punishment."

"I want to visit the swamp tomorrow. All outsiders enter the village through the swamp, and the people in the village enter the village through the forest trails."

Sherlock took the book back from Aiwass's hand and frowned: "But they all said it was a forbidden area - but if it was really a forbidden area, how did they discover those outsiders?"

"So are you going?"

"Of course, let's go secretly. But since it's a forbidden area, I think it might be more dangerous... so you go with me. And bring Lily and Haina... not to find anything, but at least to see One lap.”

Sherlock marked something in his notebook and gave a clear plan: "In addition, we have to visit those who knew your grandfather - my suggestion is to split up into two groups after we come back.

"You and Lily first go ask the elders in this village. They may know something. This is also the secret you are here to pursue. I am not suitable to listen.

"Then there was Haina's father. Her father left unnaturally... without any quarrel or taking any money. His daughter was only a few years old at that time. There was no reason to leave the village without notifying anyone and never again. not coming back.

"So I suspect that either he died silently somewhere, or he knew something. If you want to know this, you probably have to ask the old blacksmith. I can just take Haina to ask about this. .

"Finally, we want to see where the people in this village are buried. I don't believe that no locals died in this village - of course, if this is the case, then the value of this information will be even greater. And as long as someone dies, Then there must be a funeral, a tomb, and a worship ceremony. You have to ask the local priest.

"Then I went to take a look around and asked Haina to take me around the suspicious places twice. I went to find the old supervisor - although I am not a supervisor, Haina is. She is the one who does the details. got it."

Sherlock said, and drew two clear task lines in the notebook: "Swamp - Elder - Priest; Swamp - Blacksmith - Supervisor. Let's divide it like this first, and come back after the investigation is completed.

"Because the time here is chaotic, I don't know when it will get dark... But just in case, as soon as dusk is approaching, no matter where we are now or what progress we have made, stop immediately and go home. If we really go back If you don’t want to go, we’ll stop at the current inquirer’s house and stay overnight. Safety first. Unless everyone is there, we don’t want to go to the swamp alone.”

"clear."

Aiwass nodded seriously.

Although he looks like a child, Sherlock is after all the oldest and most socially experienced among them.

Aiwass has always followed the advice of experts.

The only problem is...

In this atmosphere that feels a bit like a horror movie, it doesn't seem very auspicious to split the troops into two groups.

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