Duncan wrote down the known information during this period one by one on paper, and connected them according to the degree of correlation. Among these clues were Nina and Shirley's memories of the fire, as well as their respective "dreams" that had obviously been alienated.

After listing all the clues, Duncan started a new line at the end of the chart. He frowned and fell into deep thought, and wrote a few words while thinking:

〖First, in this world, except for the subspace, everything can be "contaminated".

Second, the reality of this world is built on an unstable foundation. Space is unstable, time is unstable, and even reality is not necessarily as unshakable as people perceive.

Third, the power of the warp has invaded Pland! The vision in the chapel in the sixth block is the evidence - the fragments of the sun eleven years ago may not be the most critical link in the whole incident. From the perspective of status... the warp is more likely to cause Pland's current abnormality! 〗

Duncan put down the pen in his hand and looked at the three things he had written - these three were not clues, but "premises" and "conclusions" that were closely related to Pland's current situation.

His eyes fell on the first one, the shortest one, which was the basis of everything. The "inspiration" for this one came from a sentence he accidentally heard when he went to the City-State Bank to open an account.

He thought for a moment, then picked up the pen beside him and drew a line from this content, connecting it to one of the clues above - the church in the sixth block that was locked in time and space.

The pollution started from the church, which showed a disorder of time and space and the superposition of different "world lines". The pollution level was so high that even the Storm Goddess's monitoring of reality was affected... So how did this pollution happen? Was it really just the church itself that was polluted?

He remembered what he said to Shirley when he said goodbye - this matter should be made public, but reports from ordinary citizens would not be enough.

Duncan smiled thoughtfully, then turned his head and looked at the pigeon pacing on the windowsill.

The pigeon stopped immediately and stared at Duncan: "There is murderous intent!"

Duncan ignored it and just snapped his fingers.

A cluster of dark green flames gushed out from the compass on Ai's chest. The compass opened, and the needle rotated. The boundary between reality and illusion instantly became blurred. Duncan's eyes flashed, and he had entered the state of walking in the spirit world. The familiar dark and chaotic space and the billions of stars that filled the space appeared in his eyes.

He stood quietly in the depths of darkness, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then followed a subtle sense and moved closer to a starlight not far away.

He came to the side of the starlight, and without actually touching it, he could clearly sense the mind of the young judge - opposite the cluster of starlight was Vanna's soul.

Compared to the first time he discovered this bit of starlight, Duncan could clearly feel that the connection between himself and Vanna had become much stronger - her last visit to the antique shop with Heidi had strengthened their connection, and these strengthened connections could now come in handy.

Duncan turned his head and looked at the darkness beside him. Ai, in spirit form, was spinning in circles in mid-air boredly. Noticing the sight of its "master", the bird immediately moved closer: "Who is calling the fleet?"

"Remember how we connected to Shirley's mind last time?"

Ai Yi thought about it and tilted his head: "It costs more money!"

"It will be a little more difficult this time. After all, the other party is a devout saint. His determination should be stronger than Shirley's. He may also attract the attention of the Storm Goddess." Duncan nodded slightly, but still slowly stretched out his fingers and moved closer to the cluster of stars. "But now the connection between Vanna and I has been strengthened. If we only have a shallow communication without any damage, it shouldn't be a big problem.

"After all, this is just a complaint from a righteous captain."

The next second, his fingertips touched the starlight.

The layers of illusory sound of waves seemed to come from a distant place, but they were fleeting. Duncan didn't even have time to notice the existence of the sound of waves before he felt that he had established contact with a mind.

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Vanna rubbed her eyes, lowered her head, and saw that she was holding a thick file in her hands. She raised her head again and saw that she was sitting in the room with her dressing table in front of her. Her slightly tired face was reflected in the mirror of the dressing table.

A moment of trance arose from the bottom of her heart, but she quickly shook her head and recalled what she was doing.

She continued to investigate the heretical worship materials in the city-state of Plande before 1889. After leaving the archives, she borrowed some documents that she had not had time to read carefully from the old priest in charge, and took these files back home.

While in the archives, she and the old priest discovered the unusual phenomenon of missing data from 1885, but in the end they were unable to find the missing data. This unusual thing aroused her vigilance, and as an inquisitor specializing in investigating heresy incidents, this matter will become one of the focuses of her next investigation.

Arrange civil priests to check the files in several other archives of the city-state, go to the city hall to extract the security reports of the corresponding years, arrange guard teams to visit and monitor the places where heretical worship incidents occurred in that year, and discuss with Bishop Valentine to see if he can get further instructions from the goddess...

Vanna already had a rough plan for the follow-up in her mind, and before launching this series of actions, she had to first complete the summary of all the heretical cult incidents between 1886 and 1889.

She glanced at the sky outside and saw the World's Creation hanging high in the night sky, its pale glow spreading across the city.

She lowered her head again and saw that she had only read half of the thick file in her hand. Perhaps because she had been reading for too long and caused eye fatigue, the text seemed a little blurry.

Wait, that's not right!

Vanna suddenly reacted, then abruptly closed the file in her hand and turned to look out the window.

It was midnight, the time when the Creation of the World had the strongest influence - reading books at this time was extremely dangerous. Even treasurers who had undergone special training would avoid reading any text within an hour of midnight. Moreover, what was in front of her was a highly dangerous historical document borrowed from the archives!

A professional clergyman would not make such a mistake... This is not reality, but one's own dream, a dream that is being influenced!

Fanna's eyes suddenly brightened. The moment she realized her dream was invaded, she began to look for the invader in her surroundings. The next second, she saw the invader's presence -

Right in front of her, on the dressing table, in the oval dressing mirror surrounded by floral patterns, a gloomy and majestic man was standing quietly in the darkness, with an illusory green flame quietly burning on the edge of the mirror.

The figure stared at Vanna calmly through the mirror. After seeing Vanna looking up, he smiled faintly. A deep voice came from the mirror: "Good night, Vanna. Nice to meet you - but I have been watching you for a long time. You can call me..."

"Captain Duncan!" Before the words in the mirror fell, Vanna had reacted suddenly. Then the well-trained inquisitor jumped back two meters and kicked the round stool that was in the way away. Then, as soon as she landed, she forced herself to concentrate and pulled out the huge sword that she never left behind in the air, and swung it up to jump and chop!

Duncan: “……?!”

With a loud bang, the entire dressing table shattered, and the mirror was smashed into pieces by the huge force. Duncan's phantom turned into scattered light and shadows in front of Vanna.

Small pieces of glass fell to the ground with a clatter. Vanna tightly grasped the huge sword in her hand, and looked around fiercely like a lioness that had entered a combat state. At the same time, she began to pray in a low voice, and began to try to use the mental self-control skills she trained in her daily life to break free from this polluted dream and force herself to wake up.

However, just when she felt that she was about to touch the real world, that deep and majestic voice sounded again - repeatedly reaching her ears:

"Your reaction surprised me a little."

Vanna's eyes suddenly widened. She looked in the direction where the sound came from, but what she saw were the fragments of the dressing mirror scattered all over the room.

On the surface of each fragment, illusory flames began to rise quietly, and inside each fragment, there was a Captain Duncan standing quietly in the darkness.

This legendary great terror, the moving natural disaster on the boundless sea, was looking at Vanna, who was on full alert, with a bit of helplessness.

"Relax, kid, I just want to talk to you about something," the voices of thousands of Captain Duncans came, shaking Vanna's will, "It's about Plande..."

"Is it a mirror..." the young judge suddenly whispered to himself.

Duncan: “Hmm?”

Fanna did not answer, but suddenly lowered the tip of the giant sword to the ground, and then punched the sword hard!

There was a loud bang and the powerful impact force turned into a controlled sound wave, which bounced around in the room. The next second, all the smooth mirrors in the room turned into powder, and not a single mirror was left!

The room fell silent. Vanna let out a soft breath and slowly stood up.

She saw Captain Duncan standing quietly before her.

No matter how she blinked or moved her gaze, Captain Duncan stood quietly in the center of her vision, staring into her eyes.

"Your guess is not quite right. It's not the mirror surface, but everything that is as smooth as a mirror," the ghost captain's gloomy and majestic voice went straight into her mind, "Now, I am in your lens."