Outside the guard's cottage, on the path leading to the morgue, a pile of charcoal that barely retained a human shape still remained in place. Several church guards were preparing to transfer the remains into wooden boxes. After seeing the "gatekeeper" and the cemetery keeper appear, they temporarily stopped.

Gatekeeper Agatha pointed at the pile of charred remains and said, "What you saw yesterday should be him. Of course, what is left here now is just a body. The 'visitor' who once occupied this body has indeed left."

The old guard came to the wreckage, lowered his head and observed for a moment, frowning slightly: "He is..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this was one of the four cultists who disguised themselves as priests last night," Agatha said calmly, "and this body died from the backlash of the Deep Demon symbiosis."

The old guard remained silent with a serious expression. He was thinking about something. After two minutes, he suddenly raised his head and said, "The body you brought in last night..."

Agatha nodded and pointed in another direction: "It's over here, but its state... is a little weirder."

Led by the gatekeeper, the old guard came to an open space on the edge of the morgue, where the processed "samples" and other key evidence ready to be sent back to the cathedral were stored.

The old guard looked in astonishment at what Agatha pointed to him.

It was a pile of glass jars of various sizes.

"You mean... this is the body you sent yesterday? The 'restless man' who talked to me for a long time in the coffin last night?" The old man stared at the pile of bottles and jars for a long time, and finally couldn't help turning his head to look at Agatha suspiciously, "Just one night ago, he was even able to knock on the wooden board in the coffin with great energy!"

"That's right. But when the guards found that pile of stuff, we could only collect it with shovels and put it in jars as much as possible. Only its remaining outline and location can prove that this is indeed the dead body we sent to the cemetery last night." Agatha shook her head. "As you can see, it's a pile of semi-solid...mud, with some traces of biological tissues remaining. And those few remaining traces of organisms are also rapidly turning into something similar to mud over time."

She paused and pointed to one of the largest jars.

"There used to be a few bones here, but now there's just this weird goo."

The old guard frowned and stared at the strange substances in the glass jars.

There were no traces of any biological tissue left, and the dark red was mixed with black and gray, like mud at the bottom of the water.

If he didn't know that the "gatekeeper" would not deceive him, he would never have been able to connect these things with the "restless person" who was muttering in the coffin yesterday.

"Well, the dead have turned into mud, and weird things always happen together," the old guard finally sighed. "Now that things have come to this, how should I explain all this to the family of the deceased? They will come to the cemetery to say goodbye to their loved ones, and then I will tell them that a few Annihilation Cultists sneaked in to make trouble yesterday, and there was also something like a warp shadow, so their family members somehow turned into a few cans of **?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. Their families won't bother you," Agatha just shook her head expressionlessly. "They have already completed the farewell ceremony in the No. 4 cemetery next door. The miner who fell to his death in the well will be sent to the furnace as scheduled."

The old guard blinked and suddenly looked serious: "You forged the body to deceive the family of the deceased?"

"We are not that despicable yet." Agatha said lightly.

"That……"

"We found another body - at noon today, we found a worker who fell to his death in the well. It was exactly the same as the body we sent here last night."

The old guard stared with a slightly stiff expression.

After a long time, he suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously turned his head to look at the platform not far away - on the platform was the simple coffin that was sent to the cemetery last night.

Then he turned his gaze back to the pile of creepy-looking glass jars in the sample storage area.

"...In the name of the God of Death, what exactly did you deliver yesterday?"

"We will investigate," Agatha said. Her expression rarely changed, but at this moment, she looked more or less serious. "The only thing we can be sure of now is that the body sent to Cemetery No. 4 should be the 'real' one. It did not become agitated, nor did it collapse or dissolve. The body we sent here yesterday... was tampered with by a supernatural power."

The old guard didn't speak for a while, but looked a little worried. At this moment, a church guard in black suddenly came from another path and came straight to Agatha.

The church guard whispered something quickly to Agatha and then handed her a thick piece of paper.

Agatha glanced at the contents of the paper, her expression didn't change, she just nodded slightly: "Got it."

"What happened?" the old guard asked casually.

"Remember that four heretics entered your cemetery yesterday?" Agatha raised her head and handed the piece of paper directly to the old man. "You killed two of them, and one turned into charcoal outside your hut. Now, we have found the whereabouts of the last Annihilation Cultist."

The old guard took the piece of paper and found that it was a photograph.

Somewhere on the cement floor, there lay a pile of debris that only vaguely revealed human outlines. The debris had obvious signs of burning - just like the pile of charcoal at the door of the guard's hut.

Obviously, it was the backlash after the symbiotic relationship with the Deep Demon was severed.

"It's that woman..." The old guard frowned and looked up at Agatha, "She's dead? How did she die? Where is she?"

"Two blocks away, in full view of everyone, this pile of debris suddenly fell at the intersection," Agatha said. "Also appeared a death bird demon that was clearly out of control. The demon lasted less than a few seconds in the real world before it collapsed and disappeared. Passersby at the scene called the sheriff."

The old guard thought for a moment and shook his head gently: "I'm not an expert in this area. Just tell me what you think."

"My opinion is that this heretic probably saw the 'visitor' you saw last night. The eyes of the Abyss Demons can more easily see the 'truth', so her death bird went crazy and fled into the Abyss with her master in madness," Agatha analyzed calmly. "Judging from the wreckage, this heretic was torn to pieces by other Abyss Demons before being backfired by the symbiotic contract. This is a typical trait of falling into the Abyss without protection."

The "gatekeeper" said this calmly and breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked into the old guard's eyes.

"I feel like... something is watching our city. The days ahead may not be peaceful."

※※※

Duncan arrived at the restaurant before evening.

Although it is not known when it started, this restaurant seems to have unknowingly become a place for crew members to gather and have fun in their spare time.

As soon as Duncan entered the door, he saw Morris correcting Nina's homework, while Nina was supervising Shirley, Agou and Alice spelling words at another table not far away.

Vanna was sitting near the window in the restaurant, reading a church book attentively.

The atmosphere seems pretty good.

Duncan walked straight to Morris and handed him a letter: "A letter from your wife."

"From Mary?" Morris stopped grading homework and looked at the letter the captain handed over with some surprise. Then he took out the letter opener he carried with him and muttered as he opened the envelope, "I said in the letter that there is no need to rush to reply."

"Anyway, the 'stamp' only requires a few fries," Duncan said casually with a smile, "Let's see what's written inside. Maybe it's something urgent."

Morris nodded, took out the letter and glanced at it quickly, and as expected, he frowned subconsciously.

"What did the letter say?" Duncan asked curiously, but then added, "Personal matters don't need to be discussed."

"…Brown Scott's second letter arrived, just three days after the first letter was sent." Morris did not hide anything, but his tone was a little strange. "His mental state in the letter was obviously not right. Mary was worried that the letter carried something unclean, so she burned the original, but relayed the content of the letter - Brown was very nervous and dissuaded me from getting close to Frost."

"...It seems that your friend has discovered some of the truth." Duncan listened with a thoughtful expression. "Unfortunately, when I went to investigate Frost's situation, it was not very smooth, and I was unable to find out about your friend's situation."

"Ah? You went to Frost to investigate?" Morris was taken aback and couldn't help but exclaimed, "When did you go?"

"It was last night," Duncan did not hide it. After all, we were all on the same side here. "I borrowed a body - it's a pity that I didn't get much information. It wasn't so troublesome last time in Plender."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a snapping sound not far away.

Duncan and Morris looked in the direction of the sound at the same time and saw the book in Vanna's hand fall to the ground.

The expression on the judge's face was somewhat strange.

Morris was a little worried: "...Vanna, are you okay?"

"She's fine," Duncan waved his hand and answered for Vanna, "She just has some PTSD."