"Wait a minute, can you read those names again?" Some of those old-fashioned names seemed to remind Martin of something, attracting him, "Just the ones I just read, from the one called... called Luo
The beginning of Na." Lan
"Lorna? What Lorna?" Kraft was confused by the unexpected reunion. His eyes were caught by the smiling cervical symbol hidden behind the plaque, and his attention was not on those names.
He originally thought it was someone Martin knew, but then he thought about it. This female name is too common, with many similar-sounding words. It is the kind that can get seven or eight heads turned around when called on the street. It is all on this piece of paper.
Two recognizable "Lorna"s.
Martin approached the pulpit and tried to read what he had just heard on his own, but the integrity of the paper was so poor that he had no time to look for fleeting sources of inspiration.
"It's the nearest Lorna, start reading from that one!" he said eagerly. Not everyone has the ability to remember things, and he may not be able to remember them after a while.
Kraft followed the order and found the "Lorna", and as he requested, read it more slowly and clearly. When he read down to the fifth one, Martin definitely came to the conclusion.
"I've heard these names. Let me think about it. I must have heard them somewhere." He paced back and forth, pressing his forehead, thinking hard.
"These are all common names. If I remember correctly, we all have the same names in our team. There is no difference except for adding an extra surname." Lan.
"But these, I've seen these names put together."
Kraft lowered his head and looked at the page, "There is actually something unclear in the middle that I haven't read. Could it be that I really remembered it wrong?"
"Six, that's right." There was a sudden buzzing sound of metal clashing, and Martin slapped the side of his leg excitedly, hitting the leg armor, "I remembered where I had seen that account book.
"
"Ledger?"
"I may not have said anything about how Diego found these guys. He found a ledger recording transactions in a gang stronghold. Those urban parasites used various methods to make the Duke's subjects in debt.
When the other party is unable to pay further, it will fall into their hands - sooner or later."
"This became one of their illegal 'supplies'. The largest buyer took away six people at once."
"You mean that buyer is here?" Kraft put his hand on the names, which were in the middle of the list and at least a thumb and forefinger away from the end. "You put those names outside.
The total number of mushrooms growing alone is less than this." Lan.
"I don't know what he was thinking at the time. Maybe he really felt that there was no need to delay. Of course, it is more likely that he wanted to take all the credit to make up for his mistakes, so he went there with his people. Everyone knows the rest."
It's already obvious. It's a common name, but the number and location are right, so the probability of it being a coincidence is very small.
The hand turning the book paused for a long time, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?!"
"The process is not important, we only need the results." Martin replied.
"No, this is too important." Craft scratched the edge of the paper, trying to find a corner to peel it off and see what else was on the back. It had better not be a continuation of the list.
Before that, he thought that this might be a list of households in the village, but that may not be the case now, and there is no reason why the household list should be registered so solemnly on a piece of paper that seems to have special meaning, especially when this paper comes from that person.
Edward, the founder of anatomy whose identity remains a mystery.
The time gap between the two handwritings is too long, and the original text above has become extremely difficult to identify due to erosion. Only the scriptural annotations and the list of blockbusters with strong religious connotations remain.
[What on earth did he read?]
It makes no sense to develop people brought through "purchase" into believers. It is neither economical nor difficult to gain devout believers.
What did the owner of this holy book find in this fragment of Edward's manuscript? It was necessary to introduce these people in large numbers and make them disappear, leaving only commemorative names on the manuscript with special meaning.
"Let's look inside again." Kraft gave up and took off the page. With this degree of corruption, even if there was something on the back, there was no possibility of identifying it.
The servants had already cleaned the surrounding houses and found that they had entered the church and cautiously followed the hall. They found that the place was unexpectedly clean, so they unloaded the kerosene and began to use local materials, smashing the rows of chairs and piling them under the load-bearing structure.
With questions in mind, Kraft and Coop continued to search together, and Martin followed them through the prayer room, confessional cubicle, small warehouse, and a semi-basement that looked a bit mysterious.
The most suspicious one only hid some wooden barrels. After prying off the lid and scattering the bacterial film on the surface, what was underneath was just spoiled home-brew beer.
The territory here is not large, but the people who may have been sent here have never been found, no matter what form they appear in. As the unsearched space decreases, Martin's purpose gradually changes from looking for possible clues to more and more
Many places have been transferred to this matter.
Martin believed that Kraft was doing the same thing, because he only opened the large containers and cabinets, and didn't pay much attention to the small objects. But everything inside looked normal.
There was absolutely no way to hide many people in the village, and there were no traces of digging and burying people around. This reminded him of the issue raised last night. Those people who were never found after the scuffle were still missing after sunrise. And he
I've never seen those things drag away corpses.
The unsearched space was quickly running out. They were approaching the answer to the question, and the smaller the space that contained the answer, the more incomprehensible it seemed, and Martin felt an uneasiness that could not be solved by swords and armor.
In front of the last large room facing the sun, Kraft raised his hand to block the two of them. He stood alone in front of the door for a while, drew his sword and took out the hand crossbow and cocked it.
"Coop, take care of the door."
The latter raised the hammer, hit the door bolt hard, and then retreated to give way. Then he kicked the door panel, holding his sword horizontally in a defensive posture, and at the same time pointed the crossbow arrow into the room.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A clean study room, with plenty of sunlight shining in from the rare large window behind the seat, falling on the table top and the rows of books on the bookshelves.
It’s not an ordinary book. The pages on the sides that can be seen are neatly thick and colorful. They are all originally bound tomes. The books’ spines of various styles and materials silently tell the story of their extensive content, and are even better than the indigo-painted pages.
Still high value.
The hand holding the crossbow trembled slightly. Put together, the pages collected by my grandfather and Mr. Anderson over the years might not be as large as the two shelves on one side of the room.
And on that desk, they saw the first and last person who entered the church, or it would be more appropriate to say the body.
A humanoid body lay half-length on the table. Gorgeous finger-shaped, lamellar mushrooms devoured every inch of skin, and grew into a high-rise, coral-like branched horn on the top of the neck.
The tabletop was empty, the deceased's left arm was bent for support, and his right hand was stretched out, still three fingers away from the target he seemed to want to take.
It was a beautiful square box. The silver-bottomed box had gold filigree edges and was inlaid with rubies and sapphires. The material was so abundant that it ruined the beauty. It had an air of wanting to let everyone who saw it know that it was rich.
Generally speaking, items that can be stored in this kind of box are mostly to reflect their status, such as some significant antiquities and symbols of inheritance. Of course, there is another situation, and that is the reliquary cabinet of a church.
The three of them walked into the room one after another. The knight put down his visor and approached the box, pushing it a short distance away with his scabbard.
Nothing happened.
He approached it carefully, picked it up, opened it toward the window, waited for a few deep breaths, and then turned to himself.
"Huh?" A confused voice came from under the visor. Martin opened the visor and confirmed again, "Empty?"
"How is that possible?" Kraft put away his crossbow and approached, and Kupp also came up curiously to see Martin peel off the bottom layer of velvet. There was nothing stored in this luxurious box.
Amidst the gold and silver luster of the jewelry, I noticed from the corner of my eye a ray of red light that seemed to be refracted on the table, which did not change as the ruby on the box moved away, and remained under the shoulder of the body.
A closer look allowed Kraft to see something different about this body. Although it was lying on the table, it was not adhered and fused by mycelium and wood. Instead, it was cushioned by several pieces of fungi.
The brightness of the red light covered by the sun was gradually increasing, and it clearly came from a light source pressed under the chest of the body.
The slowly raised shoulders exposed it, and the rays of light spread rapidly on the table like flowing blood.
"Get out of the way!"
Kraft pushed the two men away and raised his sword to respond to the attack. It was not that he had not rehearsed the attack coming from this body when he entered. No matter how it acted, it could not escape the sword path.
The thing raised its head, allowing the intruder to see its front clearly. It had a face that still had the outline of its facial features, and actually retained an airtight chest that swelled and shrank, with colorful clouds and unidentifiable words that looked like prayers.