Deep Sea Embers

Duncan stared at the huge scar in the sky emitting a dim glow for a long time, as if he wanted to distinguish some details he had seen from the chaotic and flowing mist, so as to confirm the amazing conjecture in his mind——

Is the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Homeland a creation of the world?

If the subspace is outside the bottom of the ship, is the creation of the world also a part of the subspace? Or at least some connection?

But in the end, he couldn't see any clues, and the guesses in his mind could only be guesses.

That scar is too far away, even if you take out a monocular, it is impossible to see more details, but judging from the currently visible part, it is only a little bit different from the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Home. The specious "approach" is not so much the same as the two, but rather that my nerves are too tense after exploring the bilge, so that I am suspicious of everything I look at.

Duncan blew the sea breeze on the deck for a long time, and slowly calmed down while thinking. He was also paying attention to the movement on the goat's head, and found that his "first mate" seemed to have calmed down. Conscientiously control the Homeless.

But Duncan still keenly felt that there was a vague sense of tension pervading the ship-this tension seemed to have no source, and it permeated the whole "living" ghost ship, the towering mast , the intertwined sails, the cables stacked on the deck... These things that are silent in the dark seem to be whispering nervously and depressingly, discussing the matter of "that door".

This is the first time that Duncan directly perceives the emotional changes of this "ship" from his mind.

It seemed that after returning from the bilge, his connection to the ship deepened.

Now, the whole ship is paying attention to the captain, paying attention to what is unusual about the captain after spying on the situation on the other side of the door.

The evening wind was blowing head-on, Duncan took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin. His fingers lightly tapped on the handrail beside the ship's side, as if talking to himself, "Relax, it's just a matter of course." No wonder."

This time, he finally felt the changes more clearly: the tension that filled the whole ship slowly subsided, the cables were no longer tight, the sails were lifted up, and the slight creaking sound from below the deck gradually faded away. cease.

The ship seems finally confirmed, and the captain is still the captain.

Duncan returned to the door of the captain's cabin, but instead of opening the door to enter as usual, he held the door handle after a little hesitation, pushed the door in with a little force.

The door opened, and inside was a surging black mist.

Duncan walked towards the black mist, and the pigeon Ai, who had been resting on his shoulder, suddenly flapped his wings and flew to the mast not far away, shouting as he flew: "The road ahead is broken, The road ahead is broken!"

Duncan looked at the pigeon that suddenly ran away curiously, but still took a step forward.

He returned to his familiar bachelor apartment.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and confirmed his body at the moment: familiar hands, familiar shirt, familiar trousers, not as strong as Captain Duncan, but an ordinary human being.

He raised his head again and looked at the situation in the room.

Everything is exactly the same as when he left, not even the dust has increased.

Zhou Ming observed the furnishings in the room thoughtfully, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the door—he looked at the door of the bachelor apartment, recalling the door he saw in the bottom cabin of the Lost Home, recalling the crack in the door position and angle.

He stood in the corresponding position, first assumed that there was a person opposite the door, and then looked in the direction opposite to the door.

From the position of the door, you can indeed see the center of the room, and you can see the somewhat messy desk with computers and other sundries on it - and he usually works at the desk, reading and writing, Or correct students' homework and test papers.

Zhou Ming slowly opened the door a crack, little by little, and put his eyes on the crack.

At this moment, he felt his heart pounding—even though his reason told him that this was an illogical idea, he still couldn't help wondering...whether an eye suddenly appeared on the other side of the door ? Will there suddenly be a ghost captain with a sullen and serious expression? Could it be... A pirate sword suddenly stabbed in?

He stuck it up, eyes looking outside.

There was only a billowing black mist outside, as always.

Zhou Ming breathed a sigh of relief suddenly, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of loss—a feeling of disappointment, as if he had lost some fun.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of this weird state of mind, and then slowly came to the desk—the things he left in the room before he left were still in place, including the waste paper full of graffiti , and the organized diary, and the computer screen that is still on even if the power is cut off.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Zhou Ming exhaled, but suddenly, his expression froze.

Change!

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the desk. In that inconspicuous corner, there was now a small thing - it was an exquisite decoration, a lifelike model, a ship... Lost Country.

As if struck by lightning, Zhou Ming sat on the chair in a daze for half a minute without moving. He was 10,000% sure that this display did not exist on his desk...especially, this display was a "model" of the Lost Home !

After a long time, he blinked suddenly, stretched out his hand and carefully took the "model" that appeared on the desk at some time, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

This lifelike "ghost ship" is only half a foot long, and the weight in his hand is not much different from that of an ordinary model. At the same time, it is so detailed that Zhou Ming observed it carefully for a long time. See every rope, every bucket on deck...

Compared with the real Lost Home, the only difference between this ship may be its size.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to think of something. He brought the ship in front of his eyes, and then carefully "buttoned" the door of the captain's cabin at the stern with his fingers. He looked into the interior through the small door. , carefully search inside.

There is no goat's head on the miniature nautical table.

Likewise, Alice is nowhere to be seen on board.

Zhou Ming felt strange. He didn't know why he thought that "Alice" would appear on this miniature version of the Lost Homelander. This was obviously an outrageous idea.

Perhaps the appearance of this ship itself is too outrageous?

Holding the small Lost Home, Zhou Ming pondered for a long time.

He didn't know how the ship appeared on his desk, but it was clear that the connection between his locked bachelor apartment and the "world opposite the door" was deeper than he imagined.

The change may have happened after I "steered the helm", or it may have happened after I peeped through the door to the warp.

He leaned back on the back of the seat, letting his mind slowly calm down.

He found that he could still "feel" the situation on the other side of the door, he could feel the Lost Country, he could feel the Goat's Head, he could even... he could feel the city-state of Pland, who was not far away, he could feel the antique shop Another pair of... "body".

After contemplating for an unknown amount of time, Zhou Ming suddenly woke up and blinked his eyes. He looked at the ghost ship that he was still holding in his hand, and then looked at an empty shelf at the end of the room.

The shelf had been bought for several years, but until the vision came, he didn’t find a chance to fill it up. At this moment, there were only a few decorative crystal bottles that were cheated and bought online, and the rest of the grids were all empty.

Holding the Lost Home, Zhou Ming carefully placed this delicate "model" on the shelf.

After putting it away, he took two steps back and looked at his "results" carefully, as if he was very satisfied with the place he chose.

How the thing got here is a mystery, but at least... he'll be able to decorate his cabin again during these days of being trapped.

...

A loud and melodious siren sound broke the calm on the sea, and Fan Na, who had rushed to the port early, immediately walked to the edge of the watchtower and looked at the situation on the pier.

The entire port has been dispatched and emptied in advance. The once-busy Main Port of Purland is now empty. There are no ordinary stevedores and handover workers on the pier. Instead, there are fully armed sheriff troops and guards under the church. them.

Twelve steam walkers blocked all access to the dock area.

And on the sea outside the harbor, among the slightly undulating waves, a beautiful steam mechanical ship is slowly approaching.

White Oak.