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For a moment, Lumian suspected that it was him who had hallucinations;
There was no such thing as the couple, and no attempt at all, to blow out the candles!
If it's not the memory, it's still deep, if it's not right, with a very clear understanding of the danger of the underground Trier, Lumian will definitely look for the problem from himself, not here, looking for the traces of the couple that once existed.
The few guests who were behind the couple quickened their pace, caught up with the people in front, and filled the gap that suddenly appeared between the lines. They were not surprised, fearful, or confused, everything was so normal.
Already being watched by countless invisible eyes, the small bumps on the surface of Lumian's body, like chicken skin, became more and more obvious.
He subconsciously looked at Kendall, the grave keeper who was walking in front of the two policemen, to see how he reacted to what happened just now.
Kendall, who was wearing yellow trousers and a blue vest, held an extinguished calcium carbide lamp in one hand and a quietly burning white candle in the other, and walked along the road he had come to, without squinting, towards the output of the catacombs.
He didn't seem to be aware of what happened in the team next to him.
Suddenly he turned his head, and his eyes collided with Lumian's.
"What's matter?"
Kendall's slightly deep voice echoed in the passage with tombs on both sides, and echoed in the hollow of the nearby skull.
Lumian didn't see anything unusual, and replied quite calmly, "I'm afraid of being lost."
Kendall nodded invisibly, "Then I'll go slower."
He continued to walk towards the exit doorway, his pace slowed down quite a bit, slowly, unsteadily, and extremely silent, like a living corpse described in some horror novels.
Lumian held a flickering white candle with a yellowish flame, and passed the group of wedding party participants who were still laughing, deliberately looking at a certain white skull from time to time, one thought after another flashed in his mind: "They really didn't notice the lack of people. When they leave the catacombs, will the family members of the man and woman find that their relatives are missing? I was thinking before that the catacombs are open to the public, and there are often college students who come here to take risks and dance with the bones. Is it really okay to accept the tomb? There are people who don’t listen to the warnings led by the cave administrators, not to mention the young people who just carried a white candle and entered the catacombs. I originally thought that there were safer protection measures, or that the frequency of accidents was not high enough to scare those people, but now it seems that it seems to be another matter.”
Lumian suspects that not only will the body of the person "swallowed" in the catacombs disappear, but even the impression of existence in the minds of friends and relatives will be erased.
Why can I remember them, because Termiporos is sealed in my body, and my fate is connected with her to some extent. Why are the government and the two major churches open to the public in such a dangerous place.
The catacombs need a large number of living people, and they often go in and out to suppress something. Those who don't listen to the warning are regarded as necessary sacrifices.
The more Lumian thought about it, the more his hairs stood up, and he forced himself not to analyze it in depth. He lacked enough information, and he couldn't analyze it in depth. Anyway, there was nothing worth exploring in the catacombs.
Come here once in a while, as long as you follow the rules, there will be no problems. From the moment you enter the catacombs, the talkative police officer Robert has fallen silent, and he doesn't seem to adapt to the environment here.
He didn't speak, and no one chatted.
In the unspeakable silence, the group of four returned to the natural doorway with exquisite reliefs and walked out.
As soon as he crossed that boundary line, Lumian immediately felt that the countless invisible gazes disappeared.
There was no longer any chill inside his body, and his skin quickly returned to normal.
"Huh." Robert let out a long breath.
"Every time I enter the catacombs, I feel uncomfortable, Kendall, how can you go in a dozen times a day and still be very happy."
Kendall laughed and said, "You think we won't be affected. As long as we don't have to be on night duty, some families will rush to find their wives, and those who don't have to go to places like City Wall Street to warm themselves with other people's warmth. Seriously, after staying here, I feel like I'm slowly turning into a corpse."
While chatting, Kendall lit the calcium carbide lamp, extinguished the candle in his hand, and returned to the ground all the way. Robert looked around and stopped at the market outside the entrance building.
In the carriage of the District Police Headquarters, he sneered at his colleagues and Lumian and said, "I've been uncomfortable for a long time, and I want to pee. Wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom first."
After speaking, he walked over to the two-story marl-gray building where tickets for the Catacombs were sold.
Lumian glanced at the dome covered with carved stone carvings, stood next to the pillars on the edge, and looked aimlessly at the pedestrians going to Purgatory Square.
The other policeman got into the carriage and sat waiting.
"What's the matter?" Lumian asked calmly.
Kendall, with a thick brown beard, asked in a low voice, "What were you looking at just now?"
Lumian's heart sank slightly, and he asked half sincerely, half acting: "Which time are you referring to?"
"On the way back, when passing by that group of people."
Kendall's tone didn't fluctuate.
Lumian made a look of sudden realization: "I'm very interested in the wedding held among the dead. They don't seem to be afraid at all, and they have a lot of fun."
Kendall stared at him for two seconds, nodded and said, "Don't learn from them."
After finishing speaking, the grave keeper took the unlit calcium carbide lamp and walked towards the two-story marl gray building that belonged to them.
Not long after, the policeman Robert came over along the path, and the carriage returned to the Candide Market area.
The police headquarters in the market area is located in the [relic room] deep in the corridor on the first floor. Robert walked to the wooden frame divided into multiple grids, pointed to one of the grids and said, "Here, the Flemish relic."
Stuck there was a dark suitcase, pens and paper, ink bottles and a few books that were mostly relevant.
Lumian took out a book, flipped through it briefly, and found that it was a mineralogy textbook on the underground rock formations of Trier. For a young man who was out of school, the content was very difficult, and there were even a large number of words he didn’t know. They belonged to the proper nouns of mineralogy. Several other books also belonged to mineralogy, some were basic textbooks, and some were more complicated collections of essays.
After a little confirmation, Lumian took out the suitcase, put it on the ground, and opened it. Except for two sets of clothes and necessary daily necessities, the suitcase was filled with one after another small, off-white cloth bags.
They have different names written in pen on them: flowers, sedges, sheep, and so on.
This was mentioned by Flemish, the names of the different rock formations underground in Trier, and the bags contained the corresponding mineral specimens. Lumian recalled a little, and probably guessed what was in those cloth bags.
After Flemish went crazy, he didn't forget to bring his own research objects, but these were of no significance to Lumian, so he began to consider letting the police headquarters handle it by himself.
At this moment, Termiporos' magnificent and layered voice sounded next to his ears: "The cloth bag on the far right."
Yo, you loser finally spoke again. Lumian's first reaction was to laugh at Ermipoulos, and then he turned his eyes to the cloth bag prompted by the angel of fate in surprise and suspicion.
The cloth bag is located on the far right side of the suitcase, with Flemish's socks on the top and his razor on the bottom. The surface itself is written in dark blue ink with a combined proper noun: ground blood.
The earth, the blood, Lumian, who was squatting next to the suitcase, muttered silently, and very calmly, in front of the policeman Robert, picked up the cloth bag and opened it.
Inside the cloth bag is a piece of flaked stone with a brown surface and many potholes, and in each pothole, there are dots of dark red spots, as if the ground is oozing blood. For some reason, Lumian feels quite irritable just seeing this thing.
He didn't touch the mineral specimen with his hands, fastened the cloth bag again, and put it back in the suitcase. Immediately afterwards, he quickly flipped through the mineralogy material about the underground rock formations in Trier.
Because the purpose was clear, he quickly discovered the answer: the blood rock layer is located between 55 meters and 56 meters underground in Trier, with a thickness of about 0.76 meters.
The deepest minerals we can collect here, and further down is the ancient relics protection area, which is not allowed to enter.
In this textbook-style description, Flameng’s familiar handwriting added a few sentences. The small amount of ore in the blood rock formation is more special than the rest. It is suspected to contain volatile toxins, which can make people violent and even suffer from a mental illness called mania.
A researcher suddenly went mad and chopped up a colleague. He had to wear corresponding protective equipment before he could touch the specific mineral specimens of the blood rock formation.
Earthblood is a rock formation close to that of Trier in the Quaternary Era, and there are obvious peculiarities in itself. No wonder Thermipolos drew my attention.
While Lumian was thinking, the policeman Robert urged: "Whether you want it or not, make a decision quickly."
"Yes!" Lumian stood up.
Although all he wanted was the mineral specimen of the blood-blood rock formation and the mineralogy textbook about the underground rock formation in Trier, but in order not to arouse suspicion, he still signed and took away all the relics of Flemish.
After returning to Room 207 of the Golden Rooster Hotel, Lumian didn't care to wash off the mystic makeup on his face right now.
He asked Thermipolos in a low voice: "What's special about this mineral specimen?"
The voice of Thermipolos echoed in Lumian's ears again: "You don't think it's normal for the ghost of Montsouri to never come to kill Flemish."