MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 55 soup for dinner

The unsurprising expression on Fanna's face certainly did not hide from Heidi. The "psychiatrist" who often cooperates with the church immediately guessed something from the judge's reaction.

After a little hesitation, she asked cautiously, "It seems... There is a big problem behind this incident?"

Fanna nodded: "The problem is very big."

Heidi thought about it for a while, and said quickly while packing her medical box: "I'll be on vacation tomorrow, maybe this time..."

"Ms. Heidi, you may have established a connection with this matter," Vanna glanced at Heidi, "I'm sorry, but everyone who showed up at the time, including me, was exposed to some kind of cognition. Under the pollution, the mental problems you found in these cultists have actually happened to every one of us, but it's just that thanks to the blessing of the goddess, we were not deeply polluted, so we just woke up at this time."

"...Damn, I knew that this kind of thing would happen sooner or later in this line of work," Heidi finally stopped packing the medical box and covered her forehead, "I should have followed my father's advice and inherited it. His career as an antique appraiser, or even a history teacher at a public school in Cross Street on his mother's advice...that's much safer than dealing with cultists."

"Let's be open, at least your current job is enough to maintain a decent life in Uptown," Fanna shook her head. In front of Heidi, who was similar in age and had known her for many years, her attitude seemed more approachable than in front of her subordinates. Many, "Let's talk about your findings, which may help the church and city hall grasp the situation."

"...It's actually very simple, an obvious violation," Heidi sighed and said the clues she dug up from the subconscious of those cultists, "On the night of the sacrifice ceremony, a sacrifice was placed on the totem of the sun. The former lost control and sacrificed the priest who presided over the ceremony in reverse. According to the clues we found at the scene, the 'sacrifice' that caused the loss of control was actually a 'corpse' that had been sacrificed. On the high platform, right?"

Fanna nodded: "Of course, I remember it clearly."

"That's the question... Since this sacrifice has already been sacrificed once, why didn't any of the cultists at the scene recognize him? It's just an ordinary cultist, why even the priest himself? Didn't you recognize that the sacrifice in front of you was sacrificed by yourself not long ago?"

Fana slowly frowned: "...The cultists at the scene watched the sacrifices that had been sacrificed not long ago reappear in front of their eyes, but no one noticed the abnormality... Their memories were tampered with, and their cognitions distorted."

"Even we didn't notice this obvious violation at the time, did we?" Heidi smiled wryly and spread out her hands, "In fact, I didn't even realize that I had ignored this for granted until an hour ago. things, and until now, I didn't know from your mouth that my own spirit was affected."

Fanna didn't speak for a while, turned around and came to the cultist who was still in a state of confusion.

The cultist, who was hypnotized by a large dose of nerve drugs and strong incense, just shook his head slightly and stared blankly at the tall lady in front of him.

Fanna suddenly turned around and asked, "Are these cultists slashing and killing each other after the ritual got out of control, because of cognitive confusion?"

"Yes, I've 'saw' some flashing images in their memory," Heidi replied, "and these images seem to impress them very strongly, leading them to believe that everyone else at the ceremony was being attacked by evil spirits or Similar things are occupied and controlled, they don’t think they are hacking and killing their compatriots, but they think they are expelling the evil spirits from other compatriots…”

"This is mostly a warning from their soul instincts - cults are also believers. After all, there is a dark sun behind them that is 'blessing' these people. When huge and strange dangers appear, these blessed believers are extremely Maybe they sensed something," Fanna analyzed based on experience, "their crazy hallucinations actually revealed the truth more or less, but unfortunately, these untrained ordinary people didn't know the meaning of these warnings at all, and instead fell into a collective frenzy. state."

Heidi looked at Fanna with a serious face, and after hesitating for a few times, she finally spoke cautiously: "So... what is behind this matter? Is it more evil than that ancient sun?"

Fana thought for a while, then shook her head gently: "Don't ask, Heidi, your connection with this matter is not deep, but if you learn more, some inseparable connections may be established."

"Well, since even your judge said so, then it's more important for me to protect my own life," Heidi said, picking up the packed medical box, "I really want to give myself I'm on vacation... Don't worry, I'm not running away, there will be an exhibition at the Oceanographic Museum in two days, and I'm quite interested."

Fanna nodded: "Visiting the Oceanographic Museum is a good way to relax, and the blessings of the goddess are also filled in those exhibits."

Heidi smiled, picked up the medical kit and walked to the door, but just as she was about to push the door out, she suddenly stopped, and looked back at Fanna worriedly: "I said... the pollution really subsided. Is it?"

"Don't worry, of course it has subsided," Fanna helplessly spread out her hands, "We just caught up with some 'residues', you have stayed in this quiet underground sanctuary for so long, the blessings of the goddess have already taken away what you have received. The impact is cleaned up."

"Then I'm relieved," Heidi was relieved and pushed open the door, "Then see you next time, Inquisitor Fanna."

Fanna watched Madam Heidi leave the room.

Beside her, the Sun Cultist who was confused by the powerful incense and nerve medicine also stared blankly at Fanna with his eyes half-open.

The potions made by modern civilization, the incense handed down from ancient times, the quiet church environment, the "blessing" of the sun deeply rooted in the soul, these chaotic forces are entangled and converged, producing subtle subtleties in the body of the cultists influences.

Fanna's hazy figure was reflected in the eyes of the cultist.

He saw the judge standing in front, tall and firm.

He saw a phantom of Momo Lake standing behind Fanna. It was an almost transparent phantom, and a faint green flame was burning around the phantom.

The tall phantom stood silently behind Fanna, with a blank expression on his face.

...

Duncan sat expressionlessly in the chart room, watching the doll Alice working in front of him.

She brought a large tray with brightly lit cutlery and a large bowl of steaming soup.

Smells like fish soup.

Apparently, after becoming more acquainted with the environment on the Homeless, the puppet lady came up with a new idea to "do something for the captain in her own way".

"Dinner?" Duncan looked at the puppet curiously, watching him place the tableware and fish soup in front of him, "Why did you suddenly think of doing this?"

"I've finished packing the ingredients in the kitchen, and then I saw the... fish in the bucket," Alice smiled proudly, "I can't help with a lot of work on the ship, but cooking should always be done. Okay, I'll cook for you later."

"It's a good thing to have this kind of heart," Duncan didn't know how to evaluate this strange doll, just facing Alice's sincere smile, no one was embarrassed to refuse, he was just a little curious, "but as a A doll, can you cook?"

"I can learn it, it feels quite simple," Alice said with a natural face. "Just ask Mr. Goat Head about the most basic things. He told me a lot about cooking before..."

Duncan glanced blankly at the goat head next to him, then at Alice.

A wooden wither and a puppet of unknown material, the two together can't make up a digestive system, and they also get together to study and cook, one dares to teach, and one really dares to listen?

He didn't know what mood he should be in, he just picked up the spoon and stirred the fish soup in the bowl, thinking that at least this thing smelled right, but the next second, his movements froze. .

After a moment of silence, he reached out and pulled out a long silver-white hair from the spoon.

"You've got your hair in," Duncan said blankly.

"Ah, I didn't lose my hair," Alice immediately waved her hand. "My head fell in... But don't worry, I got it out right away without anyone's help!"

Duncan: "...?"