Only the bodies of the cultists were left at the rally, and no evidence could be found to prove the identity of the attackers, which made the investigation very difficult.
But one thing is certain, the people who carried out this attack were definitely not ordinary people.
A special pungent smell lingered in the air, which was a sign that the "flame" had once been polluted.
Vanna carefully examined the oil lamps left in the basement. Beside her, a priest took out special powders and potions from a tool kit to analyze whether there were any residues in the oil lamps that should not appear in the real world.
Fire is the most special thing in this world.
Fire is visible order, the handwriting of the gods when they made a contract for the world, and the evidence that "civilization still exists" - as the flames burn, all changes in all things will leave marks.
If a battle of extraordinary level had ever taken place here, then corresponding traces would definitely remain in the flames.
After the priest started to get busy, Vanna returned to the center of the basement and looked at the body of a sun heretic who had died there.
"There are dozens of broken bones throughout the body, as if he was hit directly by a running bull. It is hard to imagine what kind of weapon could cause such a result," said a coroner nearby. "It was simply a blunt blow with brute force. No traces of magic were found."
"A brute force blow... a brute force blow that breaks dozens of bones at once?" Fanna frowned slightly. "What is this? A meteor hammer with a diameter of one meter?"
The coroner shook his head. "Compared to these, the ashes at the end are more suspicious."
Vanna came to the end of the basement and saw the "ashes" that the other party had mentioned.
There was a complete set of clothes scattered on the ground, and between the clothes was fine gray-black ashes, which made it easy to imagine that a person had once been lying here.
"It is undoubtedly some kind of supernatural power. Judging from the traces, it may be a kind of abnormal flame," Vanna made a simple assessment and said to the coroner beside her, "It is difficult for a normal flame to burn a person to ashes like this, and the clothes were completely preserved after the burning."
"The wall has traces of impact, it seems that this cultist was first hit against the wall by a huge force, and then burned by the flames," said another priest at the scene. "This cultist was the only one killed by a supernatural force in the entire scene - and it was a supernatural force that had never been seen before.
"In addition, we found a piece of ground in the corner of the basement that was severely corroded by an unknown force, but we did not find any remaining physical substances. This could also be the effect of supernatural power."
"It could be a spell cast by a person, or it could be an abnormal object," Vanna said casually, "Was this place discovered because of a report from a citizen?"
"Yes, a caring citizen heard unusual noises in the abandoned factory and reported it to the sheriff and guards who were changing shifts at the intersection at the turn of day and night," the pastor beside him nodded and said, "These cultists are actually very cautious. They erased all traces of their activities after entering the city-state and successfully hid in the lower city without being discovered. If it weren't for this attack, they might have been able to hide there for a long time."
"Now that one den has been exposed, it means there may be more hiding in the dark," Fanna said solemnly, "The sewers and alleys in the lower city are the focus of our investigation during this period, and we need to..."
She had barely finished her words when a guard suddenly came over in a hurry, holding something in his hand: "Judge, take a look at this!"
Vanna immediately looked up and saw that the guard was holding a small tray with several blood-stained and slightly deformed copper bullets on it.
"We found two revolvers that had been fired at the scene. These bullets must have been fired from those two guns," the guard reported. "The blood on the bullets is very likely from the attackers!"
Vanna's eyes fell on the bullets, and she noticed the deformation of the bullet heads at first glance - the bullets were stained with blood, which showed that they had been shot into flesh and blood. However, the shrinkage and deformation of the bullet heads... could not be caused by soft and fragile flesh and blood.
Unless every bullet hits the bone, or... the person who was shot has extremely strong physical strength.
And how did these bullets that had already penetrated the human body end up at the scene
Fanna thought about it carefully and came to the conclusion that there were only two possibilities: either the attacker performed surgery to remove the bullet on himself at the scene, or the attacker possessed special physical abilities and relied on his strong body to "expel" the bullet from his body.
Regardless of the possibility, one thing is clear: this powerful attacker, despite being shot several times, still killed all the cultists here without any delay, and removed the bullets from his body quite calmly after it was over.
Vanna looked at her hands.
She can do this kind of thing, but precisely because she can do it, she knows better how difficult it is for ordinary mortals with flesh and blood.
"The one who killed these cultists should be a superhuman with an extremely enhanced body, and the weapon he used was some kind of large blunt weapon," Vanna thought to herself, then turned around and said to an attendant, "He is experienced in combat, has a strong will, and is extremely strong. Considering the weapon he used, he should be very tall, and he may have mastered some kind of fire power. It is preliminarily judged that he is hostile to the Sun Heretics, but it is not certain whether he is on our side for the time being...
"Inform guards and sheriffs at all levels to pay attention to people who meet the above characteristics in the near future. Once you find a suspected target, report it first and do not contact rashly."
The guard who served as an attendant immediately lowered his head: "Yes, Inquisitor."
Fanna exhaled softly, and roughly imagined in her mind what the attacker who caused the chaos at the rally might look like: a two-meter-tall strong man wielding a giant mace or meteor hammer, with superb martial arts skills, calm and tough, and the ability to summon fire.
That's about it.
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Duncan saw off the second customer with a smile on his face, and felt quite happy as he watched the plump lady slowly walk away.
The lady was an old customer of the store. Today she saw a pair of vases and wanted to give them as gifts to her new neighbors.
The vase was purchased from the wholesale market. Although it was produced last week, it is already 800 years old. The original price was more than 200,000 yuan, but after the discount it was 26%. It also came with a pair of stone carvings from the Solander Dynasty period that were manufactured last Wednesday.
The old customer knew that the items were fake, but he believed from beginning to end that Manager Duncan was the real thing.
After throwing a few crumpled bills into the drawer, Duncan sat back behind the counter, feeling his restless mood calm down a little.
At least for now, running this antique shop is still a new and interesting thing for him.
Of course, the profit from this small business is limited. The profit from selling two vases and two ornaments is just over six sola, and after most of the day, only two customers came to his antique shop - he didn't know whether this "customer flow" was a lot or a little compared to normal times, but it was obviously not as promising as reporting cult members.
Duncan devoted some of his attention to paying attention to the situation on Ai's side.
The pigeon was flying low over the fourth block, and unfortunately, the sun amulet tied to its back had not responded so far.
Of course this is normal - although many cultists have poured into the city-state of Plande, they are not yet spread everywhere. In addition, they will deliberately disperse their actions and hide in various forgotten corners, so it is naturally not easy to find them.
Hunting requires patience.
Duncan was enjoying this quiet time leisurely, paying attention to the movements of the pigeons while occasionally paying attention to the situation on the Lost Homeland, or controlling his body on the ship to walk around on the deck and watch the strange sight of Alice fighting with strange things on the ship and then being chased and running around with her head in her hands. Suddenly, he felt that this wonderful life was not bad.
At this moment, a clear and pleasant bell sound suddenly came from the direction of the door, interrupting his leisurely and comfortable thoughts.
"welcome."
As Duncan said this casually, he looked up at the door and saw an old gentleman with gray hair pushing the door open.
This is an old gentleman dressed very elegantly. His dark brown coat is brand new and neat, his leather shoes are polished to a shine, and he is holding a black cane of unknown material in his hand. His hair and bow tie are meticulously groomed.
This wasn't an outfit that would appear in downtown, but more like something that would appear in the Crosstown area or even uptown.
Duncan had no idea what the so-called "respectable people" in this world were, but he could tell at a glance that this old man was not an ordinary customer.
"Do you like any of these?" He laughed like a real antique shop owner, "Take them away if you're interested."