The community church, which appeared to have been abandoned for who knows how many years, was brightly lit and clean inside. At the same time, in Duncan's eyes, the inside of this brightly lit church was clearly superimposed with a dilapidated scene that seemed "like another fact."

This gave Duncan a feeling that this small church was like a "false space" superimposed on reality, or a forgotten place stranded in the cracks of time and space. Two completely opposite histories once intersected here, but this church stayed at the intersection, and the time inside it never moved forward after that.

It was neither destroyed nor survived the fire.

So... Miss nun who is left alone in this church, do you know anything?

"It's been a long time since anyone has visited this church," the nun in the black priest's robes repeated softly. She smiled and raised her head, but her eyes seemed to pass through Shirley and Duncan standing in front of her. "Where are you from? Strange faces... You are not residents here, right?"

The scene in front of her was bright and warm, but Shirley suddenly shrank her neck under the nun's smiling gaze. She didn't know why she felt a chill and whispered to Duncan nervously: "I... I feel like this place is weird... It looks so run-down on the outside, but inside..."

Duncan did not answer, but patted Shirley on the shoulder. From the girl's reaction, he had guessed that she could only see one "side" of the church, and most likely the side that had not been destroyed. But now he didn't know how to explain his guess to Shirley - if he let Agou out at this time, with the "eyes" of the Deep Hound, he should be able to see the real situation here, right?

However, before finding out the details of the nun in front of her, it would be best not to let Shirley summon Agou rashly.

"We passed by here," Duncan said to the nun calmly, his expression unchanged, just like a normal visitor to the church, "Have you been here all the time?"

"Me? I have always lived in this church," the nun nodded gently, "I have always prayed here, praying to the great existence."

"But people in the neighborhood said that the nuns in the church haven't been back for a long time," Duncan said, observing the reaction of the nuns in front of him. "They said that this church has been neglected and has been abandoned for a long time."

The nun listened to Duncan's words quietly without any violent reaction, as if her heart had calmed down forever.

She just gave a faint smile: "Oh, really, but I've been here all the time... Maybe they forgot about the day of prayer and thought the church was not open."

Duncan did not comment, but he confirmed that there were problems not only with this church, but also with the entire Sixth Street Block outside the church.

This abandoned church is deep in the block. Just from the outside, it has been abandoned for more than ten years! For ordinary people in this world, the church is not only a place to provide spiritual comfort - it is also a functional facility used to maintain regional security and resist evil forces after nightfall. It is also a place for many civilians to heal after encountering mental problems or nightmares... Such an important facility has been abandoned for eleven years, and the residents of the sixth block did not think there was anything wrong, but simply said "the nun is not here recently"?

Imagine if a community had been without water and electricity for eleven years, but the local residents didn't notice anything was wrong, and when outsiders asked about it, they would just say "the water and electricity departments haven't been working recently." What a strange situation this would be!

As for the nun in the church... Duncan was still not sure what this group of human-shaped ash that occasionally revealed its true form in his eyes was. However, through preliminary conversations, he could feel that the other party seemed... not hostile.

Not only was she not hostile, her mind seemed to be in a very strange state. She couldn't be said to be irrational, but she was definitely not sane either.

Duncan asked a few questions indirectly, and the nun in the church answered them calmly one by one, and her calm answers themselves... were a manifestation of insanity.

Because under normal circumstances, if a stranger suddenly ran into the church and grabbed the nun on duty and asked a lot of irrelevant questions, the nun would have been confused.

She had sense—but not much.

"Do you want to pray? Or do you need help calming the spirits?"

The nun asked in a soft voice, smiling.

"Thank you, but it's not necessary," Duncan shook his head, then looked around and asked casually, "By the way, where are the guardians of this church?"

Every church should have guards. Even the smallest community church in a slum should have enough guards to deal with ordinary threats, and this church should be no exception.

"The guards... the guards are resting in the church. They will not show up until nightfall," the nun said with a smile on her face. "What do you want to see the guards for?"

Duncan did not answer, but his eyes slowly swept across the benches next to the nun.

In his vision, the phantom of a fire burning everything and ashes and ruins collapsing and piling up was superimposed in the brightly lit church like overlapping films, and in that superimposed other dimension, there were some... charred bodies.

"Are the guards resting there?" Duncan raised his hand and pointed not far away. In Shirley's eyes, there were only two rows of empty benches.

The nun was stunned for a moment, then looked in the direction of Duncan's finger. After a moment, she spoke softly, "Shh... they are sleeping."

Duncan hummed, and then asked casually: "Can we look around?"

"Of course, the church is open to visitors," the nun nodded gently, "Then please make yourselves at ease. I will continue to pray. If you need help, you can always call me."

After saying this, this strange nun really turned around and walked towards the statue of the goddess not far away, leaving Duncan and Shirley completely aside.

It was not until the nun left that Shirley, who had been nervous for a long time, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. She was no longer afraid of Duncan at this time, because the weird atmosphere everywhere in the church had made Agou, who was in hiding, agitated. The strange tension was directly transmitted to her mind through the spiritual connection, making her subconsciously move closer to Duncan: "This... What's going on with this place... Why does this nun give people a creepy feeling? She looks normal, but it seems that nothing is normal about her..."

"There seem to be two churches here," Duncan said softly, explaining simply and straightforwardly, "One has been burned down, and the other is still intact. They are superimposed on this space and time at the same time, and the nuns in the church... are neither dead nor alive."

Shirley was stunned for a moment. After a full half minute, she whispered in confusion and astonishment: "What do you mean?"

Duncan glanced at her and said, "You should read some books later. If you really can't do it, I can teach you."

Then, without waiting for Shirley's answer, he walked straight into the depths of the church.

The nun had said that the church was open to visitors, so of course he wanted to "visit" it at will.

Shirley was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed Duncan. They walked through the neatly arranged benches and passed by the statues and prayer tables at the end of the benches.

The quiet nun was kneeling in front of the statue of the Storm Goddess, with her hands lightly pressed against her chest, praying devoutly to God, as if she had completely forgotten about the visitor, as if she had been kneeling here for the past eleven years, maintaining uninterrupted prayer.

Duncan blinked, and the nun turned into a wriggling humanoid mass of ash, piling up next to the charred and ruined prayer table. Specks of fire fell from the dome like falling leaves.

He suddenly felt something and looked up at the statue of the Goddess of Storms above.

The statue in a long dress stood quietly on the platform, with a crack abruptly running across its head!

In this brief moment, Duncan saw a bit of truth superimposed on the core of the double church. He clearly saw that a dark crack had appeared on the head of the statue of the goddess, and there was a faint chaotic light and shadow in the crack, just like a horizontal horrible eye. The depth of its pupil reflected a scene that should never belong to the real world. The "holiness" that should have lingered on the statue of the goddess had disappeared without a trace. Only coldness and nothingness lingered on this weird and terrifying stone sculpture!

And in the next moment, the horrific scene disappeared without a trace. The statue of Gemona still stood quietly on the high platform, overlooking the surroundings majestically, exuding a reassuring and awe-inspiring majesty.

The nun who was kneeling and praying in front of the statue of the goddess suddenly opened her eyes. She turned her head slightly and looked at Duncan calmly.

"Would you like to pray to the goddess?"