Only the cult corpses were left in the rally, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attacker, which brought great difficulty to the investigation.

But one thing is certain, it is definitely not ordinary people who created this attack.

There is a special pungent smell in the air, which is a trace of the contamination of the "flame".

Vanna carefully examined the oil lamps left in the basement. Beside her, a priest took out special powder and potions from the tool kit to analyze whether there were any remaining things that should not appear in the real world in the oil lamp.

Fire is the most special thing in the world.

Fire is a visible order, the handwriting of the gods when they make contracts for the world, and the evidence that "civilization remains persistent" - when the flames burn, all things will leave their marks.

If there have been extraordinary battles here, then corresponding traces will definitely remain in the flames.

After the priest began to be busy, Vanna returned to the center of the basement and looked at the body of a heretic who died here.

"There are dozens of broken bones in the whole body, like being hit directly by a running bison. It's hard to imagine what kind of weapon can cause this result," said a coroner. "There is a simple blunt attack, and no trace of spells was found."

"Brute force blunt attack...brute force blunt attack that broke dozens of bones in one go?" Fanna frowned slightly, "What is this? Is it a meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter?"

The coroner shook his head: "The ashes at the end are more suspicious than these."

Vanna came to the end of the basement and saw the "ashes" mentioned by the other party.

There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the ground, and the clothes room was covered with fine gray-black ashes, which made people easily recall that there was once a person upside down here.

"There is no doubt that it is some kind of extraordinary power. Judging from the traces, it may be a kind of mutant flame," Vanna made a brief judgment and said to the coroner beside her. "It is difficult for normal flames to burn people to such as ashes, and they also retain their clothes completely after burning."

"There are signs of impact on the wall. This cult seemed to be hit by a huge force first and then burned out by flames," said another priest at the scene. "The only one cult on the scene was killed by extraordinary power-and an extraordinary power that had never been seen before.

"In addition, we found a ground severely corroded by unknown forces in the corner of the basement, but no residual physical substance was found, which may also be the effect of extraordinary power."

"It may be a spell cast by a person, or an abnormal thing," Vanna said casually, "Is it discovered here only after reporting by citizens?"

"Yes, an enthusiastic citizen heard the abnormal noise in the abandoned factory. He reported this to the sheriff and guardians who changed shifts at the street intersection during the day and night," said the priest next to him. "These cultists were actually very cautious. They erased the traces of their activities after entering the city-state and lured into the lower city. They had never been discovered. If it weren't for this attack, they might have lurked again."

"Now that a den is exposed means that there may be more hidden in the dark," Vanna said in a deep voice, "The gutters and alleys in the Lower City are the focus of investigations during this period, and it is necessary..."???.

As soon as she was halfway through, a guard suddenly hurried over from the side, holding something in his hand: "Judge, look at this!"

Vanna immediately looked up and saw the guardian holding a small tray, with several blood-stained copper bullets in the tray.

"We found two revolvers that had been fired at the scene. These bullets should have been fired from those two guns," the guard reported. "The blood on the bullet is most likely from the attacker!"

Vanna's eyes fell on the bullets, and at first glance, she noticed the deformation of the warhead - the bullets were stained with blood, which means they had been shot into the flesh and blood body, but the warhead's shrinking and deformation state... was definitely not caused by soft and fragile flesh and blood.

Unless each bullet is hit on the bone, or... the person who is shot has extremely strong physical strength.

And how did these bullets that had already been shot into the human body land on the scene?

Fanna thought carefully and believed that there were only two possibilities: either the attacker performed a surgery to remove the bullet on the spot, or the attacker had special physical abilities and relied on his powerful body to "extract" the bullets from his body.

No matter which possibility it is, one thing is obvious: this powerful attacker still killed all the cultists here without delay after being shot several times, and took out the bullets from his body quite calmly after the matter was over.

Vanna looked at her hands.

She can do this, but because she can do it herself, she knows more clearly how difficult it is for ordinary mortals with flesh and blood.

"The one who killed these cultists should be an extraordinary person with extremely strong bodies. The weapon is a kind of large blunt weapon," said Vanna, after thinking about it in her mind, "The other party has rich combat experience, tough will, and extremely strong. Considering the weapons used, the figure should also be very tall. At the same time, it may master some kind of flame power. It is preliminary to judge that it is hostile to the heresy of the Sun, but it is not certain whether it is on our side for the time being...

"Import guards and sheriffs at all levels to pay attention to those who meet the above characteristics in the near future. Once suspected targets are found, give priority to rewards and do not contact them rashly."

The guard who served as the entourage immediately lowered his head: "Yes, judge."

Fanna let out a light breath, and roughly outlined the possible appearance of the attacker at the rally: a two-meter strong man wielding a giant mace or a meteor hammer, with superb martial arts and a calm and tough heart, and can summon flames.

It should be almost like that.

...

Duncan smiled and sent the second client away, watching the chubby lady slowly walk away, feeling quite happy.

The lady was considered an old customer of the store. She fell in love with a pair of vases today and wanted to use them as a gift to her new neighbor.

The vase was purchased from the wholesale market. Although the production date was last week, it has a history of 800 years. The original price is more than 200,000 yuan. After the discount is 26 yuan, it also comes with a pair of stone carvings from the Soland Dynasty that were shipped last Wednesday.

Old customers knew that the stuff was fake, but they thought from beginning to end that the store manager Duncan was real.

After throwing a few wrinkled bills into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter and felt a little calmer in his impetuous mood.

At least so far, it is quite a novel and interesting thing for him to open this antique shop.

Of course, making money through this small business is indeed limited. The profit from selling two vases with two ornaments is only a little more than 6. After most of the day, two customers came to his antique store. He didn't know that this "customer flow" is more or less, but it is obviously not as promising as reporting cultists.

Duncan divided some of his energy to pay attention to the situation on Ay's side.

The pigeon was flying over the fourth block at a low altitude, and unfortunately, the sun amulet tied to its back had no response so far.

Of course this is normal - although many cultists have flocked to the city-state of Pland, they are not as good as they can bloom everywhere, and they will deliberately disperse their actions and hide in various forgotten corners. It is naturally not easy to discover.

When hunting, all you need is patience.

Duncan enjoyed this quiet time leisurely, spending his energy paying attention to the movements of the pigeons while occasionally paying attention to the situation on the Lost Country, or controlling his body on the boat to walk around the deck, watching the wonders of Alice fighting with strange things on the boat and running around by being chased. Suddenly, he felt that this wonderful life was not bad.

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant sound of bells suddenly came from the door, interrupting his random thoughts under his leisure and comfort.

“Welcome.”

Duncan said casually, while looking up at the door, he saw an old man with gray hair pushing the door open.

This is an old man dressed in a very delicate manner. His dark brown jacket was brand new and neat. His leather shoes were polished very brightly. He was holding a black cane with no visible material in his hand. His hair and bow tie were meticulous.

This doesn't look like a decent person in the lower city, but rather a decent person in the cross-block or even the upper city.

Duncan had no idea about the so-called "decent people" in this world, but he could tell at a glance that this old man was not an ordinary customer.
Chapter completed!