Because they both sensed that something was wrong, neither Annan nor Salvatore talked for long.

It's just right...... Nottdam had to watch his wife and couldn't stay outside for long.

After eating and drinking enough and sending Nottdam back, the two of them went straight to the police station.

This is not the same as previously planned.

Originally, Salvatore had no intention of getting involved in such troubles with Annan......

But what had happened in Nottham's old house had left him with some trepidations.

Without the urging of the shadow, he directly followed the pace of Annan.

Because he also had something to ask Bishop Daryl......

“…… Nottdam? You mean the tax collector? ”

After listening to Annan and Salvatore's account, Bishop Daryl's expression was a little strange: "You say, he and his wife, who is about to become pregnant, are at home...... 44 Clear Water Street? His wife's name is Meimi, and she is a pregnant woman with a big temper? ”

Annan's heart moved, and he asked, "What's the matter, is there a problem here?" ”

"It's a big problem......

After receiving a definite answer, Bishop Darryl muttered in a low voice.

He glanced at Annan and couldn't help but sigh.

How can this guy be so troublesome......

After dismissing the others in the room, he spoke slowly.

And the fat bishop's next words made Salvatore's heart chill a little:

"Nottdam should live at 12 Rusty Water Street right now...... His new wife hadn't married him yet, let alone been pregnant. ”

The fat bishop glanced at Annan and Salvatore with a strange expression, and pointed to the map behind him:

"But if it's a pregnancy, it's Meimi...... This is the nickname, and her full name is Meris Nottdam. But......

"She died of dystocia two or three years ago."

“…… Not. ”

Hearing this, Salvatore couldn't help but shudder, and his face became a little ugly.

Annan glanced at him and asked Bishop Daryl, "So, Grandpa Daryl, do you have any clues about this?"

"Or do you think this might be some kind of pseudo-god ritual?"

"As far as I know, it shouldn't be."

Bishop Daryl quickly shook his head: "The abilities of the Skeleton Gong and the Rotten Man do not involve 'time' or 'resurrection'. Although the skeleton has the ability to make corpses move again, it is impossible for the two of you not to see the difference between a living corpse and a living person.

"According to your account, the false gods who can achieve this effect are the 'Faceless Poets' or the 'Bell Ringers'. But neither their human body nor their ecclesiastical power was in the kingdom of Noah...... And, far, far away from us.

"So, this matter should have nothing to do with the gods. At the very least, it's certainly not a conspiracy of some church. ”

Otherwise, we would have been able to detect it.

His Excellency the Bishop said.

Bishop Daryl's words were full of confidence.

He exchanged glances at Annan.

Then the fat bishop opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to take a look?" ”

Although his attitude was very tactful, the meaning of his words was very clear

Bishop Darryl was suspicious that Nottdam might have been given a sacrificial ritual associated with the "Faceling" or "Bell Ringer".

This is the only way to be able to actively communicate with false gods without the involvement of the "church".

Annan was silent for a while and shook his head: "Don't be in a hurry first......"

Salvatore was staring at the map, frowning and pondering.

Looking at his appearance, Annan's heart moved: "Do you have any ideas, senior?" ”

“…… I have an idea, Don Juan. ”

Salvatore's expression was cautious, and he said slowly while reminiscing: "I seem to ...... I've heard a teacher talk about a similar ritual before. But not related to those two false gods, but ......"

He spoke, silent for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and silently pointed to Nottdam's two residences.

The West End is close to No. 44 Qingshui Street, which is located in the Lord's House.

The East End juts out 12 Rusty Water Street in the slums.

If you think of the commercial avenue in the middle as a mirror.

Then inside the circular Roseburg Territory...... The two residences are perfectly symmetrical.

Immediately, Salvatore asked slowly.

"Don Juan, have you heard...... Is the name Michelangelo? ”

Hearing Salvatore's words, Annan and Bishop Daryl looked at each other and remained silent and said nothing.

On the other hand, Salvatore was still stroking the map, measuring the land with his fingers, confirming what was on the map.

He whispered, "The teacher once told me...... Almost five years ago, a powerful wizard of the Duchy of Winter performed a forbidden ritual. His name was Michelangelo Buonaro, and he was known as the 'Eye of Lag'.

"Although he is only a great wizard of the golden rank, many big people who have mastered their own truth must also respect Master Michelangelo."

"Because Master Michelangelo is particularly good at spells about the elements of 'mirror' and 'time'.

He can turn reality into a mirror, step into the past world that is symmetrical to the mirror of reality, synchronized with time but passing in reverse, and freeze and materialize one of the two worlds at any time.

"After he has frozen time, people in the past will not see him. And the attacks he caused in the past will all be synchronized and mirrored back to reality. Therefore, as long as the wizard who is a little older knows his ability, no one wants to offend him......"

Speaking of which, Salvatore took a deep breath.

He said slowly, "But this master who has mastered the time spell has a big problem in the forbidden ritual five years ago and failed at the last moment...... Unfortunately fell. ”

At this moment, Annan blinked.

He vaguely realized something.

Annan looked at the fat bishop, and a cold voice came out of his mouth: "Meris Notdamm, when did he die?" ”

"Two years ago. Two years and six months ago, to be exact, and maybe a few more days. ”

Bishop Daryl replied immediately.

As a clergyman, you must have a good memory. Otherwise, you may die without knowing when......

Salvatore looked back.

At that moment, Annan saw a flash of calm and indifferent and confident brilliance in the eyes of this always stunned senior:

"The exact date of Michaelangelo's death was November 30, 1498.

"The present time is December 9, 1503 in the new calendar.

"If you take the days of Meris Nottdam's death in childbirth as a mirror......

"It's only a few days away from the mirror image time of five years ago."

Salvatore said slowly, "And Mr. Nottdam said it......

"His wife has a few days to give birth."