It was a long time before Vanna withdrew her gaze from the car window.

Her main purpose for coming here today was to investigate the chapel, but after entering the sixth block, she noticed that the atmosphere in the entire area was not normal, which made her feel vaguely... perhaps every inch of this block needed to be investigated.

After a brief pause, she reached out and picked up a thick stack of documents on the seat next to her.

This was the file she had requested from the City Hall before the operation. Using the Inquisitor's authority and the relevant provisions of the "Special Regulations for the Implementation of Abnormal Events," she had obtained all the municipal records related to the Sixth District over the past few years. On the way here, she had already read some of the information.

These documents from the City Hall were not top secret, nor did they involve any high-level extraordinary events or unsolved or important cases. On the contrary, what Vanna wanted to get were the simplest and most basic things.

Gas meter records, electricity bill payments, shop taxes, water supply, heating, garbage disposal, security patrols...

The pages turned, and Vanna's eyes quickly swept across the documents.

If we were to ask what kind of "case handling experience" her life as a judge had given her in the past few years, then one of them was absolutely crucial.

The most ordinary daily life in the city often hides clues of extraordinary phenomena.

Surrounded by the boundless sea, anomalies and visions abound in the world. Under the watchful eyes of these things that threaten all living things, the peaceful "daily life" in the city-state is the greatest treasure of this world. Ordinary people in Plande may have regarded peaceful days as the most common thing, but those warriors who have been fighting against anomalies and visions for many years know very well -

A ray of sunshine in the early morning, a hot meal on the table, the hawking on the street, and a good night before going to bed are all continuous miracles.

It is a magnificent sight that mortals have spent ten thousand years building on this crumbling world.

Any intrusion of extraordinary vision will leave a scratch on this magnificent scene.

"Did you find anything wrong?" The voice of the guard who was driving came from the front seat of the car. The young church warrior noticed that Vanna frowned slightly, "Municipal archives are missing?"

"On the contrary, all municipal files are very complete," Vanna shook her head slightly, "Water, electricity, gas, heating, and sewage records are all there, and they are maintained at a very balanced value, which is very reasonable."

"Then your expression..."

"There are no public security cases," Vanna raised her eyelids slightly, "there are no public security cases. In addition, there are no records of newborns and no records of residents' deaths."

The guard who was driving widened his eyes slightly. In the rearview mirror, Vanna could see the incredible expression on the young man's face.

"It's obviously abnormal, isn't it?" Vanna said softly. "In this neighborhood, the population has remained the same for so many years, and there haven't been any public security incidents, not even fights. Even the safest places in the upper city can't achieve this level, but all the water, electricity, gas and heating records are there. It feels like..."

She paused and looked out the window. "It's as if all the residents here are a group of docile phantoms... They live quietly in this enclosed place, neither increasing nor decreasing, with no internal conflicts and no external communication. They just quietly carry out normal 'resource consumption' and regularly send a signal to the city hall that 'everything is normal here'. And even though something is clearly wrong, no one has paid attention to it for so many years."

The car became quiet, with only the dull sound of the steam core running being heard. After an unknown amount of time, Vanna suddenly felt the car body shake.

"Here we are, the little church."

Vanna looked up and saw outside the car window the community church that had disappeared from the cathedral's "sight" at some point.

From the outside, it looks like it has been abandoned for more than ten years.

This was the place that the terrifying ghost captain had pointed out to him.

Fanna's mind couldn't help but reappear those burning ghost flames and the gloomy and majestic figure that was forever frozen in the center of her vision. The next second, she immediately took a deep breath, whispered the holy name of the storm goddess Gemona, picked up her weapon, pushed the door and got out of the car.

A bleak cold wind blew in from the end of the street, blowing up the dry fallen leaves on the roadside. The guards in black followed the Inquisitor and approached the deserted chapel cautiously.

The fallen leaves made a slight crackling sound underfoot, which sounded like the crackling sound of flames burning rotten wood.

A sound of flapping wings suddenly came from above her head. Vanna looked up among the falling leaves and saw a white dove fluttering down onto the church spire.

The pigeon tilted its head, seemingly looking curiously at the guards taking action around it.

"White doves... a good omen of calm seas..." For some reason, this strange thought suddenly crossed Fanna's mind. Then she ignored the pigeon that suddenly flew over and walked forward to gently push open the half-open door of the chapel.

Warm and bright lights came into her eyes, and a nun with a gentle smile on her face appeared in front of her.

"Hello, sister, no one has come to this church for a long time..."

The nun's gentle voice reached the ears of the guardian warriors.

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Gas lamps were neatly arranged between the bookshelves. The bright lights dispelled the shadows between the ancient volumes. Slightly heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, interspersed with the old priest's low muttering:

"Seven rows and six columns, seven rows and six columns... The record of 1885 should be here... should be here..."

The old priest stopped in front of the bookshelf. He looked up and saw the giant bookshelf looking down at him quietly, and the files carrying the historical memory of the city-state were neatly arranged in the bones and flesh of the giant.

His eyes fell on several of the file books and he slowly reached forward.

The brass mechanical prosthesis made a slightly rusty friction sound.

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly lit up, and his tone was filled with excitement. "It turned out to be hidden here... I've been looking for it for so long with Judge Vanna!"

His fingers touched the books.

The heavy and slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves, mixed with the old priest's low muttering: "Seven rows and six columns, seven rows and six columns..."

"Finally found it!" The old priest's eyes suddenly lit up. He stretched out his hand towards the files, and the brass mechanical prosthesis made a rusty creaking sound. "It's hidden here? The Inquisitor and I have been looking for it for so long!"

His fingers were about to touch the books.

The heavy, slow footsteps echoed between the bookshelves.

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The old priest suddenly stopped.

He raised his head, his neck seemed stiff as if it was rusted, and he stared quietly at the huge bookshelves that were neatly arranged and stretched out in front of him. He saw gas lamps burning between the bookshelves, and pillars depicting wave patterns standing quietly between the bookshelves.

The gentle sound of the waves suddenly rang in his heart, suddenly clearing the old man's confused mind.

The archives' protections were activated? Who activated them? Why? Was it me? When did I activate these protections? What am I doing here?

The old priest shuddered and instinctively raised his hand to touch the large-caliber revolver at his waist. The next second, he noticed something strange in his body.

The originally flexible arms had become so stiff and heavy without anyone noticing. The harsh sound of parts rubbing against each other sounded like a pile of scrap copper and iron that had been abandoned for years crushing each other.

He looked at his brass mechanical prosthesis in surprise, but what he saw was a rusty arm. The verdigris and dirty liquid seeping from the metal joints permeated the entire limb. As his eyes continued to move downward, he saw a ragged set of clothes and a left leg that was constantly oozing black oil.

It felt like I had been traversing this archive for years.

The old priest stared blankly at the marks left on his body. His dusty memories finally came to him. He suddenly remembered many things, many distant things that seemed to have happened in his previous life - the visit of the Inquisitor, the investigation materials, the strange records of heresy, the years that disappeared...

The Inquisitor then left the archives, and he stayed here to continue searching for the missing records of 1885...

The gentle sound of the waves began to sound again, a little more distinct than before, but still as if separated by a thick veil, as if it came from another time and place.

But it was this distant and ethereal sound of the waves that suddenly made the old priest's mind clearer than before. As his memory loosened, his reason and judgment also quickly returned. The next second, he realized what might have happened.

A huge vision - not an anomaly, not a supernatural being with malicious intent, not a mastermind or a supernatural phenomenon, but a huge vision!

The city-state of Plande is at the center of a huge vision!

"broken!"

The old priest cried out in surprise, turned around and ran towards his post, dragging his no longer agile body.

The next second, he stopped abruptly.

A strange black figure appeared in the archives at some point.

In this closed room, the strange figure was holding a strange big black umbrella - as if to block the ubiquitous sunlight.