"What's happening to them?" Beck put down his weapon and asked. "It's as if they were summoned."
"It's the Siren King," Amy said in a deep voice.
Whales can produce sounds with frequencies between 15 Hz and 40 Hz, which romantic ocean surveyors call whale songs. They are social animals, conveying information to their group through sounds of varying frequencies, including but not limited to expressing emotions, positioning, monitoring the environnt, and hunting prey.
However, human ears cannot capture infrasound below 20 Hz.
Unfortunately, Amy heard the Siren King's whale song, a sound resonating in her ears as if it had penetrating power. Her body underwent subtle changes after being exposed to the polluted rain for an extended ti.
Beck suddenly pointed at an advertisent on the nearby utility pole: "It's him!"
Amy snapped back to reality and ca to Beck's side. Like old town flyers, the pole was plastered with various small ads, completely covered except for the ones about renting, locksmithing, and loans, most of them blurred by rain.
Under one lifted ad, she saw a sowhat familiar picture.
——rmaid Bath No. 3, the landlady is warm and welcoming, the young n are strong and sturdy. Contact: XXXXXXXXX.
The young man in the picture had black hair and a spring-like smile, standing out among the advertisents. Even wrinkled by rain, Amy recognized him at a glance; he was the waiter she had t at the Spring of the Gods Hotel!
"Didn't you say that guy had red hair?" Amy frowned and asked.
"The eyes," Beck said nonchalantly.
The man in the ad differed greatly in appearance and temperant from the red-haired youth in his mory, and he couldn't be entirely sure. It was the lifeless eyes that made him instinctively blurt it out.
He had seen such eyes on several uncles before, all of whom had abrupt major family changes, wife and children leaving together, as if all the beauty and hope were shattered.
Amy's mind was turbulent. If what Beck said was true, she had t the origin of all this at the beginning; that waiter had disguised himself. Was he a mber of the Pole Star Association?
She recalled that the waiter had handed her a small card at first, hastily taking it out, the card's contents identical to the advertisent on the pole.
Noticing the address of the rmaid Bath ghost house, the waiter's words echoed in Amy's mind; he had said he worked part-ti at this rmaid Bath, could the seal and Anchor Point be related to this ghost house?
"Beck, let's go."
No ti to think about this, she had to verify her guess imdiately.
"Sister," Beck suddenly spoke up, grabbing Amy, who was about to set off.
Amy looked back in confusion, finding the boy staring intently at her, accurately speaking, at the card in her hand.
"Is this sothing that person gave you?"
Amy was stunned and instinctively nodded.
Beck's voice trembled, "I think I recognize it..."
"Could this card be the 'Anchor Point' you ntioned?"
Amy's mind went blank with a buzz, and countless thoughts erged in her heart. To prevent the Anchor Point from being found by those with intentions, the Withered Flower family specifically endowed forbidden energy to ordinary items. If that's the case, these cards flying all over the island...
Amy swallowed her saliva, pinching the sides of the card with both hands, trying hard to tear it in half.
But no matter how hard she tried, the card could only change shape slightly, unable to be destroyed. Even when crumpled into a ball, it would slowly flatten and return to its original state after a while.
Amy and Beck exchanged a look.
All these days, there had been no crease on the card, and Amy should have thought of this earlier. That lunatic, to prevent things from being revealed and being forced by soone with psychic abilities to ask the whereabouts of the Anchor Point, had handed over the Anchor Point to soone else using this thod from the beginning.
How to avoid being asked specifically who they gave the Anchor Point to?
Very simple, just produce countless card ads, mix the Anchor Point among them, and distribute them randomly to passersby, like the part-ti young man advertising his ghost house. As long as he himself doesn't know the whereabouts of the Anchor Point, naturally, no one can force him to reveal where the Anchor Point is.
"Do you rember where you picked up this advertisent card initially?" Amy asked Beck.
Beck shook his head, "Collecting these ghost house ads and selling them to the corresponding ghost house staff for money is what I did with my sister when the adults didn't go to sea, but I can't rember exactly where."
Amy fell silent.
She knew how developed the island's tourism and ghost house industries were, and the reputation of Death Island Resort stemd from this.
Perhaps from the start, the Withered Flower family, in controlling this miracle, never thought that one day two dependent children would accidentally break the seal of the miracle and have the Anchor Point discovered by the Pole Star Association mbers through various ans, thus setting this trap.
Amy forced a smile, unsure if it was relief or self-mockery. As the Clubs Q of the Dawn Society, the Queen of Luck and Hope, her combat capability was almost zero. Choosing her as the execution commissioner of this Siren Miracle was due to her profession.
She is a "Three Tier" "Lucky Child," indeed, a sowhat ungraspable profession, with no combat additions, no potential for growth, and since birth, her limit was locked at Three Tier; she had nothing besides luck.
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