Chapter 299 PTSD
Chapter 299 PTSD
Outside the gate of the caretaker’s hut, on the path leading to the morgue, the pile of charcoal that barely retained the outline of a human figure remained in place, and a few church guards were preparing to transfer the pile of remains into wooden crates, but when they saw the appearance of the “gatekeeper” and the cemetery caretaker, they stopped their actions for the time being.
Agatha, the Gatekeeper, pointed to the pile of charred remains, “What you saw yesterday, should be him – of course, what remains here at the moment is only a shell, the ‘visitor’ who once occupied this shell has indeed left. ”
The old guard came over to the wreckage and observed it for a moment with his head down, his brow furrowing slightly, “He’s ……”
“If that’s correct, one of the four cultists who masqueraded as clerics last night,” Agatha said lightly, “This husk died as a result of a symbiotic backlash from the Profound Demon.”
The old guard’s face was gravely silent as he pondered something, and only after two minutes did he suddenly look up and say, “The body you brought in last night ……”
Agatha nodded and raised her hand to point in the other direction, “It’s over here, but its state …… is a little more bizarre.”
Led by the gatekeeper, the old guard arrived at an open space at the edge of the morgue, where the processed “samples” and other key evidence to be returned to the cathedral were stored.
The old keeper stared in dismay at what Agatha was pointing out to him.
It was a pile of small and large …… glass jars.
“You mean …… this is the corpse you brought in yesterday? The ‘Manic’ who talked to me half the day in the coffin last night?” The old man stared at the pile of jars for half a day, and finally couldn’t help but turn his head to look at Agatha suspiciously, “Before just one night ago, he even managed to knock on the wooden boards in the coffin with great vigor!”
“True, but by the time the guardsmen found the pile, we were reduced to gathering it up with a shovel and packing it in jars as best we could – the only thing left of it at the time was its outline and the position it was in to prove that it was indeed the dead man that we had delivered to the cemetery last night, “Agatha shook her head, “As you can see, a pile of semi-solid …… slime, with barely any traces of biological tissue remaining, and what little remains of it is rapidly transforming into something resembling slime over time. ”
She paused and pointed to one of the largest jars.
“There were a few more bones in here, but now all that’s left is this weird gooey substance.”
The old guard frowned, staring dead at the bizarre substance in those glass jars.
Those that no longer had any outlines of biological tissues, dark red mixed with black and gray, as if it was something like silt under water.
If he didn’t know that the “gatekeeper” would not lie to him, he could not in any way connect these things with the “restless person” who was rambling in the coffin yesterday.
“Well, the dead have turned to sludge, and evil things always happen in piles,” the old caretaker finally sighed, “How am I going to explain this to the dead man’s family now that it’s all over? They’ll come to the cemetery to say goodbye to their loved ones, and then I’ll tell them that a couple of Annihilationists got mixed up and messed up yesterday, with what looked like a subspace shadow contraption, so somehow their family members turned into a couple jars of liquid?”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that anymore, their families won’t be bothering you,” Agatha, however, just shook her head with an expressionless face, “They’ve already finished their farewell ceremony in Cemetery No. 4 next door, and the miner who fell down the shaft and died will be sent to the furnace as scheduled. ”
The old guard blinked, his expression suddenly serious, “You faked the remains to fool the deceased’s family?”
“We’re not that underhanded.” Agatha said lightly.
“Then ……”
“We found another body – the worker who fell to his death was found in that machine shaft at noon today, identical to the body we brought here last night …….”
The old guard stared, his expression slightly stiff.
Only after half a day did he suddenly come back to his senses, subconsciously twisting his head to look at the platform not far away – that platform still held the humble coffin that had been sent to the cemetery last night.
Then he retracted his eyes and looked at the pile of creepy-looking glass jars in the sample stacking area.
“…… In the name of the God of Death, what exactly did you deliver yesterday?”
“We’ll look into it,” Agatha said, her face, which rarely changed expression, was more than a little serious at the moment, “The only thing we can say for sure right now is that the remains of the one that was sent to Cemetery Four should be ‘real’ , it did not undergo the phenomenon of agitation, nor did it collapse and dissolve, while the remains of the one we sent here …… yesterday had been moved by transcendent forces.”
The old guard didn’t say anything for a while, but just looked a little preoccupied, and just then a church guard dressed in black suddenly came down another path and came right up to Agatha.
This church guard reported something quickly to Agatha in a low voice, and then handed over a thick piece of paper.
Agatha glanced at the content of the piece of paper, and there was no change in the expression on her face, she just nodded slightly, “Got it.”
“What happened?” The old caretaker asked casually.
“Remember yesterday was when four heretics entered your cemetery?” Agatha looked up and handed the piece of paper directly to the old man, “You took out two of them, one was reduced to charcoal outside your hut, and now, we’ve found the whereabouts of the last Annihilationist.”
The old guard took the piece of paper and realized it turned out to be a photograph. Somewhere on the concrete floor lay a pile of remains that could only be vaguely recognized as human silhouettes, and the remains carried very obvious burn marks – just like the pile of coke in front of the caretaker’s hut.
Obviously, it was the backlash from the severing of the Phantom Demon’s symbiotic relationship.
“It’s that woman ……,” the old caretaker frowned, looking up at Agatha, “She’s dead? How did she die? Where?”
“Two blocks away, in plain sight, this pile of wreckage suddenly fell onto the intersection,” Agatha said, “Along with it was a telltale demon that was clearly out of control – a demon that lasted less than a few seconds in the real world lasted less than a few seconds before collapsing and disappearing, while passersby at the scene called the sheriff.”
The old guard did a little thinking and gently shook his head, “I’m not an expert in this area, so you can just say what you think.”
“My opinion is that I’m afraid this heretic also saw that ‘visitor’ you saw last night – the eyes of a spectral demon are more prone to seeing ‘reality’ ‘, so her tell-tale bird went mad and fled into the Profound Depths with her master in her madness,” Agatha analyzed calmly, “Judging from the wreckage, this heretic was torn apart by the other Profound Demons before she was revolted by the Symbiotic Pact, which is a typical trait of unprotected fall into the Profound Depths. ”
The Gatekeeper finished calmly and exhaled softly.
She gazed into the old guard’s eyes.
“I feel …… that there is something that is watching our city, and the next few days may not be too peaceful.”
……
Duncan arrived at the restaurant just before evening.
Although he didn’t know when it started, this dining room unconsciously seemed to have turned into a place for the crew to meet and move around in their leisure time.
As soon as Duncan entered, he saw Maurice correcting Nina’s homework, while Nina was supervising Shirley, Dog and Alice’s spelling words at another table not far away.
Vanna, on the other hand, was sitting near the window in the dining room and was looking intently at a church book.
It seemed like a pretty good atmosphere.
Duncan came straight to Maurice and casually handed over a letter, “A letter from your wife.”
“From Mary?” Morris stopped his pen from correcting his homework and looked at the letter handed over by the captain with some surprise, then he fished out the letter opener that he carried with him and chanted while opening the envelope, “I said in the letter that there was no need to rush to answer the letter.”
“The ‘stamps’ only cost a couple of fries anyway,” Duncan said casually with a grin, “Let’s see what’s written inside, maybe it’s something urgent.”
Maurice nodded, took out the letterhead and gave it a couple quick glances, and sure enough frowned subconsciously.
“What does the letter say?” Duncan asked curiously at the sight, but added immediately afterward, “Personal matters go without saying.”
“…… Brown Scott’s second letter arrived, just three days after the first was sent,” Morris didn’t hide it, only his tone was a bit odd, “He was obviously not in the right state of mind in the letter, and Mary was worried that that the letter carried something unclean, and burned the original, but paraphrased its contents-Brown was very nervous and uneasy and dissuaded me from going near Frost.”
“…… It looks like that friend of yours detected some truth,” Duncan listened with a thoughtful expression, “Unfortunately, my visit to probe the Frost situation did not go too well and I was not able to inquire about that friend of yours. ”
“Huh? You went to Frost to probe the situation?” Morris was instantly taken aback and couldn’t help but exclaim, “When did you go?”
“Just last night,” Duncan didn’t hide it, anyway, here were all his own people, “I borrowed a body – it’s just a pity I didn’t get much information. I didn’t have this much trouble last time in Prand.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth on his side, he suddenly heard a snap from not far away.
Duncan and Maurice looked around at the same time and saw the book in Vanna’s hand fall to the ground.
Miss Inquisitor, on the other hand, had a more or less strange expression on her face.
Maurice was a little worried, “…… Vanna are you alright?”
“She’s fine,” Duncan waved his hand in reply for Vanna, “She just has a little PTSD.”
(End of chapter)