In the dim and silent environment, the clay statues stood tall, somewhat eerie.
Under the angel's control, the lights in the room were turned on, and the condition of the clay statues could be clearly seen.
Zooming in on the image, Qin Tan examined it carefully, comparing it with the soil she remembered, and pointed out three of the clay statues.
"These three are clay statues seized from the scene of the incident over the past three days."
These clay figures all have labels on them, so you won't get them mixed up.
"Did you find any problems?"
Under Qin Tan's guidance, Xia Shuang checked the items one by one, but shook her head.
"The cracks on these clay statues are healing themselves."
Qin Tan didn't keep them in suspense any longer. She asked the angel to pull up photos of the clay figures after they were pieced together. After taking a few more glances, the differences became apparent.
Though subtle, it truly exists.
These clay statues are located in a very special place, and when they were discovered, they were all in a broken state, making it hard not to wonder if they had some other purpose.
Even if they are not discovered, the clay statues will be locked in the containment chamber.
But what if the other party is taking advantage of this mentality to put the clay statue in the containment room?
The clay statues cannot be identified at the moment, but they contain many previously identified forbidden items.
"You mean, these people's goal is to target Dawn's forbidden objects?"
Xia Shuang pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Possibly."
The containment chamber was heavily guarded, making it virtually impossible for the Church of the Abyss to infiltrate it.
But then another problem arose.
They wanted to do something about those forbidden things.
In the past few days, no forbidden items have been reported lost.
Do you remember how taboo items are formed?
On this point, Qin Tan understood better than Xia Shuang that all forbidden objects evolved after coming into contact with abyssal energy.
However, this kind of evolution is not as stable as that of superhumans, so it always comes with some side effects.
Some people believe that this side effect is a manifestation of pollution.
“I suspect that these clay statues are stealing energy from those forbidden objects.”
The original Torch Society had attempted to upgrade forbidden items, and they actually succeeded.
If the Church of the Abyss can learn from this experience and wants to try it themselves, that's certainly possible.
And what place could possibly have more taboos than Dawn's Pivot?
If they absorb it carefully, little by little, perhaps no one will notice.
However, the relationship between the clay statues and these shadowy figures remains unclear for the time being.
Fortunately, things started to look promising. After Xia Shuang personally reported the matter with evidence, it finally received attention.
More and more shadowy figures are appearing, one a day, and there are already fifteen so far.
To avoid any unforeseen circumstances, these fifteen people have been staying at the Dawn Hub for protection recently.
With someone else involved, Qin Tan no longer needed to get up in the middle of the night to solve the case.
She's been focusing on something else lately.
She was searching for traces of the musician and painter. With the powerful weapon of angels at her disposal, after spending some time, Qin Tan found a person who resembled the painter in the complex network.
It was a square where a painter sketched for several days in a row. When he met someone he liked, he would give them a painting for free.
He is somewhat famous.
The other person's face was different from the painters she knew, but the temperament in their gestures was very similar.
In addition, she found some of the habits in the other party's finished painting very familiar.
Qin Tan simply went to the square during the day.
The square was not crowded in winter. The painter sat on a chair, leisurely drinking hot tea and occasionally picking up his brush.
On the snow-white drawing paper, a portrait of a person leaps off the page.
As Qin Tan approached, the man turned the easel around and aimed it at Qin Tan.
On the drawing paper, Qin Tan's portrait is very vivid.
With just one glance, Qin Tan confirmed that the person in front of her was indeed a painter.
"You knew I was looking for you?"
Qin Tan probed, wondering if the other party knew that the angels still existed.
Logically speaking, Qin Jie witnessed the destruction of the angel with his own eyes.
"I don't know, it's my paintings that tell me."
"It gave me a fleeting inspiration, which reminded me of you, and that's how it came about."
The painter handed the painting to Qin Tan.
"However, I do know why you've come to me."
"Come with me."
The pace of the negotiation seemed to be in the painter's hands, but Qin Tan was not afraid and followed along.
Finally, the two went into a nearby bookstore.
The quaint bookstore is filled with various old-fashioned books, and there is a peculiar smell in the room.
When Qin Tan opened the door to the back room, she saw someone waiting for her inside.
He is Qin Jie, and also a musician.
Did you like the gift I gave you last time?
Qin Jie smiled and greeted Qin Tan, "I should have been the one to pick you up, but I lost the game of rock-paper-scissors, so the opportunity was given to him."
"We also wonder how long it will take you to find us."
"The result came sooner than we expected."
Qin Jie's words were familiar, as if they were from his old comrade-in-arms.
Qin Tan's response was to silently pull out the Grim Reaper's Scythe.
"You took my things."
The jade pendant hidden in the angel's heart, after the angel awoke, was deduced from some clues that it was related to His third authority.
Qin Tan showed no hostility, but her fighting spirit was rising.
"Don't even think about it. I've heard about your recent record. I can't beat you."
Qin Jie shrugged and took out the jade pendant.
The jade pendants fit together perfectly, without any cracks, as if they had never been separated.
Isn't that amazing?
"Unfortunately, we don't know how to use this thing."
"It seems that the owner of this key is not us."
While the two were talking, the painter made tea for Qin Tan.
"Let's sit down and talk first, there's still plenty of time." Amidst the elegant aroma of tea, Qin Tan set aside the Grim Reaper's Scythe.
The princess crouched in her arms, and the black crow's claw on her shoulder twitched.
Looking at the two animals and then at the jade pendant, Qin Jie and the painter exchanged glances, as if they were communicating.
Qin Tan did not stop her.
She's not the only smart person in the world, and how far those people can guess is up to them.
"Speaking of which, this jade pendant is a snake, a white snake, which looks a lot like your cat."
The jade pendant was waved in front of Qin Tan, and Qin Tan was able to see what it looked like.
As the other party said, it was a coiled white snake. Perhaps because it was made of jade, the white snake had a beautiful, smooth, and lustrous appearance.
"They're just the same color."
Both sides have leverage; it's just a matter of who will be the first to give in.
Qin Tan, who was petting the cat, listened to the painter talking about some interesting things that happened when he was painting in the square, and occasionally chimed in.
His calm and composed demeanor left Qin Jie gritting his teeth, feeling utterly helpless.
Despite their numerical advantage, it's hard to say who will win against Qin Tan.
Moreover, they chose to meet not to fight.
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