Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 192 Nonlinear Existence, and Preparations for the City-State

The puppet rode the wind and waves back to the Lost Country again, and looked a little frightened—and Duncan's eyes widened in astonishment after listening to the disgraceful puppet's messy description.

"Disappeared? Disappeared out of thin air right in front of your eyes?" Duncan stared at Alice dumbfounded, and then looked at the lifeboat beside the side that had just been hoisted by the winch to the side of the ship—there were still remnants of the boat that had been used before. The ropes that bound those last missionaries, but the cultists who were once bound are long gone.

"That's right! It's gone all at once! There's not even a sound!" Alice explained her bizarre experience to Duncan with gestures, "The moment the sun fell, they disappeared, just like Never existed as before..."

"The moment when the sun shines and disappears silently..." Duncan frowned. He imagined countless ways for those final missionaries to escape or resist, but he didn't expect that the other party would disappear out of thin air, which made many of his preparations It's useless, "I can understand them even if they jump into the sea. At least they are soluble in water. How is this soluble in sunlight... Could it be related to the sun? The world survives?"

"I don't know." Alice stared confidently.

"I didn't ask you either." Duncan glanced at the puppet, "Then what happened before they disappeared? What did they say? Or did they perform some weird ritual?"

"They... have been talking about the subspace, the promised land, the reincarnation of the doomed end-of-life and so on," Alice rubbed her head, and then suddenly remembered, "Oh, that's right. !A cultist said 'Our day is over'..."

"Their 'another day' is over?" Duncan frowned suddenly, and then for some reason, he thought of what a final missionary said to himself before——

They hide in accursed history.

Some outrageous conjectures popped up, but thinking about the ghost state of this even more outrageous world, it seems that no matter how outrageous things are, they are not so outrageous.

"Captain?" Alice saw Duncan frowned and thought about it for a long time and ignored herself, and finally couldn't help but ask, "What did you think? You..."

"Nothing," Duncan shook his head, as if talking to himself, and muttered as if sighing softly, "It's just that I suddenly had a crazy idea, those so-called final missionaries... I'm afraid they don't exist in a non-linear way... "

"Non-linear existence?" Alice was taken aback for a moment. Her limited brain capacity and knowledge reserves prevented her from following the captain's train of thought. "What does that mean?"

"...You better stop asking, it's hard for me to explain clearly to you with your intelligence," Duncan glanced at Alice, hesitated for two seconds and then shook his head, "It's just that I suddenly want to understand something. , Why does the book that Morris gave me say that the last missionaries are the most mysterious and hardest to find and capture cultists... This is too outrageous."

This is outrageous - repeated Duncan in his mind.

Hiding in the abnormal historical flow, it is a non-linear existence itself, and travels through reality with the alternation of day and night. Unless you kill it on the spot, you will never be able to arrest a final missionary who was captured yesterday—this is what he did according to the existing clues. Astonishing facts speculated.

In contrast, those Sun Cultists who are equally ferocious and dark, but in fact mostly composed of mobs, seem ordinary and kind-although they also have the "constant transformation from ordinary people due to the influence of creeping sun discs." Come here" has a weird characteristic, but it's not evil to this extent anyway.

But then again... If the preachers in the end are really "non-linear existence" as he guessed, how did they become this state?Ordinary human beings...how can they separate themselves from the normal flow of time and become a kind of "slice creature" that is discontinuous in time?
Just because they follow the Warp... and thus receive the insane "blessing" of the Warp?
"Captain, you are in a daze again..."

Alice's voice came again, and the puppet was looking at Duncan worriedly.

"I'm fine." Duncan exhaled lightly, and put away those messy thoughts. He felt that it was too early for him to brainstorm. After all, he was also in contact with those subspace believers for the first time, and it was the most outrageous to do so rashly The speculation is useless.

He turned his attention back to Alice.

"Did you see the note I gave you?" He said casually.

"I see!" Alice immediately nodded happily, "I was startled when I first saw the box, thinking you told me not to go back, and I was relieved when I saw the note...but I didn't read it. Understand the above words, but I can understand the picture you drew..."

The corner of Duncan's mouth twitched, and he said that the movement in his heart after writing that note really came in handy, this puppet was really illiterate: "...you really can't read."

"I can't read!" Alice was as confident as ever, "I have been lying in the box for so many years, and it is already very powerful to accumulate some common sense of life by 'listening'. How can I recognize the words clearly..."

Duncan: "..."

"What are you thinking, captain?"

"I suddenly thought... I don't know if it's feasible to run a cram school in the Lost Home or an antique shop," Duncan sighed, "Including you, I already know two illiterates—and counting the dogs, there are three , Enough to set up a study group.”

Alice thought for a while: "What is a cram school? What is a study group?"

"...I'll explain it later," Duncan waved his hand, and then his expression became a little more serious. "Let's talk about the 'test' before. The three cultists were all normal before they disappeared, right? After the past, they have not been affected in any way?"

"It must be normal. Their heads are all on their necks. I can see them clearly."

Duncan put his fingers to his chin and looked at Alice thoughtfully.

Although those final missionaries have weird characteristics, they certainly do not have the power or "extraordinary resistance" of saints. After all, Shirley can kill three people by beating people with a dog, which shows that their flesh and blood can also be destroyed "Conventional substances", at best, have a tolerance for pain that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

But now, the three final missionaries stayed by Alice's side for such a long time, but they were not affected in any way, that is to say... the effect of the guillotine really disappeared?

Alice watched the change in Duncan's face, no matter how slow she was, she finally came to her senses at this time, she approached cautiously, raised her face, with a faint expectation on her face: "Captain... Did my 'test' pass? ? Can you take me to the city-state?"

"The test...should have passed. Although the weird characteristics of those final missionaries make me a little worried, but from the results..." Duncan spoke slowly because he was still thinking and deliberating, but finally he clicked Nodded, "Well, the test has indeed passed, and your guillotine ability seems to be under control."

Speaking of this, he paused, and before Alice celebrated, he added: "I will take you to the city-state, but not immediately—you have a serious lack of understanding of the common sense of the human world, and there are still places on your body that are easily exposed. , such as your fingers and wrist joints, the former needs to do some homework, and the latter needs to do some camouflage."

"Yeah, I know, I know!" Alice nodded her head vigorously. She didn't seem to be frustrated by the difficulties and problems Duncan mentioned, but she was full of motivation, "Mr. Goathead also told me, It said that the human world is very complicated, and there are a lot of rules even when going out to buy groceries. It said that if I want to go to a human city-state, I will definitely need to 'remedial lessons'. If you don't know anything, you can ask..."

"Don't ask it!!" Duncan was startled before Alice finished speaking, and quickly interrupted the puppet, which was about to grow crooked all day long with the goat's head, "It looks less human than you Well, you learn the common sense of human society from it? What about your brain?"

Alice looked innocent: "No!"

Duncan almost didn't come up in one breath, stared and held back for a long time, and finally said: "You... I admit that you are right."

"hey-hey……"

"In short, don't learn from that goat's head in the future, it can't teach you a few good things," Duncan sighed, feeling that every time he communicated with this puppet, he was challenging his nerves, and even had a san check Feeling, "I will find some time to give you common sense later, and help you think about the pretending. Now you have nothing to do, let's cook first."

"Oh," Alice nodded vigorously, but just as she was about to walk away, she suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at Duncan curiously, "Then what are you going to do, Captain?"

"I have some things to talk to the goat head," Duncan waved his hand with a tired face, "Things that have nothing to do with you."

Alice nodded, turned around and walked towards the direction of the cabin—with a good mood, with brisk and dignified steps.

Duncan looked at the back of Miss Puppet leaving, and couldn't help but sigh again in his heart——

It's so elegant when you don't open your mouth and don't turn around.

It's a pity that I have a long mouth...

(End of this chapter)