In the room, the guards were invited out. Doriyani had already lit a bell of incense and was adjusting his status and preparing to start divination.

Smelling this extremely familiar scent, Marting suddenly felt a little sleepy.

This is Ning Shenxiang.

Doriani discovered that this thing could make her divination more smoothly, and she also learned how to make it from Kasan.

The fragrance quickly spread throughout the room, dispelling the stench of the corpse.

Martin just sat aside and took a nap.

He just used Roger's ability more than ten times in a row. Although he has advanced to Sequence 7, he also feels a little tired.

The power fluctuations in the realm of fate appeared and spread to Martin...

Martin opened his eyes and saw a dark dark blue.

The visibility around is extremely low, and the deep and depressing silence seems to be eternal.

But the background in the distance is a little bright, and the light penetrates hard, but it cannot reach here.

It's like it's located at the very deep sea bottom, looking up at the sky.

Or, this is the seabed!

Martin gradually became clear in consciousness and gradually understood what was going on.

The picture in front of me is Doriani's power of fate that seems to be giving me some guidance.

Since the bondage was forcibly changed when he advanced, the unique powers belonging to the Nabich family seemed to have established a unique relationship with him.

So, is the picture in front of you a hidden crisis or an indispensable opportunity?

The special sequence of fate made Martin a little confused.

Looking around, the sea water was very thick, as if pulling Martin.

It becomes very difficult to turn the perspective, just like twisting in the kneaded flour.

This is the seabed, and you can see the seabed deposited by silt below.

Suddenly, the thick sea water around began to flow in a certain direction.

The surging sea water stirred up the silt.

Martin twisted his perspective with difficulty and saw the deep blue sea flowing and mud and sand flying.

A huge blue-black giant slowly appeared from the rising mud and sand.

On this dark seabed, a rugged body was exposed.

The first thing that fell into Martin's eyes was a crab turtle that was five or six meters long.

Then there is the hideous shell.

The silt adheres to it, and only the black and gray uneven appearance can be seen.

This shell alone makes people feel dull and their breathing becomes unsmooth.

The shell on the crab's back is raised high, as if it is a living creature!

The raised carapace cracked several gaps, and reddish-brown muscle tissue could be seen from that gap.

Martin's vision seemed to be able to penetrate the carapace and muscles directly, and he saw a spirit hidden in it!

The lower body of the spirit body merged into a huge crab and turned into one with it!

When Martin saw the appearance of the spirit body, his thoughts were a little solidified.

He had seen that spirit before!

However, he was still a living person at that time.

Voto!

The endless dream of Woto!

In the early Quaternary period, the Pope of the Dream Temple!

How could Martin, who had fought with him, forget about the appearance of this old man?

In Sefir's dream, Martin exposes the plot of the dream sequence.

Why is he still alive...wait, he should be dead if he becomes a spirit.

Why did he become like this ghost?

As if he noticed the gaze that Martin cast with the help of fate, Votto suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where Martin's gaze was!

Cold sweat broke out, Martin suddenly stood up, his consciousness returned to his body, and the deep sea scene in front of him also dissipated directly.

Seeing Casan's concerned eyes, Martin took off his mask and went to the window for several deep breaths. It was finally easy to calm down.

But she found that her body had been soaked in cold sweat.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Cassan frowned slightly, walked to Martin's side, handed over the handkerchief she carried with her, and asked softly.

Logically speaking, if Martin is lit incense in the room, he shouldn't be able to dream.

Martin hesitated for a moment, but with Kasan's handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shook his head: "I'm fine."

He was also wondering what the underwater Cancer that he had just seen and the dream pope growing on the crabs was.

As he said that, Martin's eyes moved to the table, and Doriani was still leaning on the back of the chair, not waking up from divination.

Martin was a little worried about her.

However, Doriani's expression was very calm, and he probably didn't see the scene he had just seen in his dream.

"Is there any legend about Faralin related to sea monsters?" Martin pondered for a moment, then asked Casan softly.

"Sea Monster?" Kassan looked at Martin hesitantly, then shook his head, "I'm not very interested in this aspect, but there are so many ships Faralin traveling, so this kind of legend shouldn't be missing. Well... That guy Alder may know something."

Martin was slightly slight and planned to look back and ask Alder.

This guy is absurd by nature and is familiar with all kinds of stories. Perhaps he can know something.

Of course, even if Alder didn't know there were related legends, Martin was not in a hurry.

Since this monster was shown to him by the power of fate, it will definitely meet it at some point in the future.

Martin looked at the undulating sea in the distance, and his mood gradually calmed down. His thumb subconsciously rubbed his thumb, thinking about various possibilities.

Not long after, Doriani woke up.

Her divination content is:

Who is the murderer who killed Veronica...

As soon as she woke up, Dorian took out the paper and pen she carried with her and began to quickly depict the scene she saw.

After a period of practice, Doriani's painting skills have made considerable progress.

At least it is not as immature as the child’s graffiti before, but can accurately express the scene she sees.

Three minutes later, a man with scarred face appeared on the screen.

The sketch on the paper is a bust, and strangely, this man actually has three hands.

In addition to the left and right sides, a hand emerged from the chest.

The man held the extra hand with both hands, as if he was holding some precious treasure.

"What's going on?" Martin asked curiously.

Doriani was also a little doubtful and shook his head slightly: "That's what I see."

Well, the goal is to find a man with three hands and scars on his face.

"Do you know where this man is now?" Martin asked again.

Doriani frowned and thought for a moment: "It should be in a pub in a port, and the noise I could hear was very noisy."

After reading the sketch, Martin looked at the corpse that was unloaded into parts and couldn't help but sigh.

The clue is too vague, and the hope of finding the murderer is somewhat slim.

However, it is not completely unrealistic to be able to rule out Roger Fitt's suspicion.

After all, this guy's identity is too sensitive. If this case is really related to it, it will bring some constraints to their investigation.

"Do you want to divinate again?" Doriani asked suddenly.

It's okay to try it, but the content of divination has to change.

The three of them discussed for a while, and the content became [Why did the murderer kill Veronica].

Half an hour later, Doriani painted a sketch again.

It was still the same man, but his arms on his chest had disappeared, and there was a very vague figure next to him.

Judging from the soft curve, you should be a woman.
To be continued...