Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 225 The Captain Never Left
The figure in the mirror really left—didn't do anything superfluous, as he said at the beginning, just "come and see the situation".

Fan Na stared at the mirror vigilantly for a long time before finally confirming the matter and truly relieved.

Immediately afterwards, she fell into a short period of introspection and paranoia.

Suspicion is due to the professional habits of judges. It is really difficult for her to truly trust a "person" like Captain Duncan who has memorized horror legends for a century and is also related to subspace, even if the other party really looks sensible and friendly, and Indeed, the city-state of Puland was sheltered, and the reason for introspection was simpler——

She realized that her vigilance had gradually weakened in the process of communicating with Captain Duncan.

This was an inappropriate display of weakness, and she never thought that this would happen to her.

In the final analysis, this is because I have fallen into vacillation and self-doubt, and lost the purity of my beliefs, resulting in holes in my mind.

Fan Na had a lot of introspection, and at the end, she sighed lightly.

In any case, the city has survived safely, and she will tell Bishop Valentine what happened tonight, including... her shaking.

The sigh of the young judge disappeared into the darkness along with the extinguished lights.

……

On the second floor of the antique shop in the lower city, Duncan looked back at the Pradesh Cathedral, looking at the night scene of the city-state with thousands of lights from far and near, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

He didn't know what happened to Fan Na, but it was obvious that the mental state of the young judge had a brief and dangerous shake just now—this shake even directly touched his perception, and he had to directly A projection was made in the real world to see what happened to Fanna.

Looking back now, the aura he felt on Fan Na at that time was actually a little familiar—the aura was hidden deep in her spiritual world, surrounding her, and if you carefully discern it, it was a bit like...

It's like the wonderful feeling I felt when I was on the bottom of the Lost Home, observing the chaotic light and shadow outside the hull through those cracks.

is subspace.

And judging from the question that Fan Na suddenly asked herself at the end, the trouble she encountered may really be related to the subspace.

Duncan tapped his fingers on the windowsill unconsciously, guessing the truth.

Before leaving, he strengthened the imprint he left on the other party. This power should be able to help her resist the possible erosion when necessary, but the crux of the problem is why Fan Na, a high-ranking saint, Will there be a shadow of subspace suddenly?
Duncan's thoughts spread, and he suddenly thought of some other clues, or "knowledge"-under certain circumstances, the souls of believers of the four gods are more likely to be corroded by the subspace than mortals, and their souls are corroded after being corroded. It will even directly generate a gap connecting the real dimension and the subspace. In the small church in the sixth street, the initial invasion also started from the nun's soul shadow...

Will a similar situation happen to Fan Na?If so, what is the reason behind this counter-intuitive phenomenon?
After a moment of contemplation, Duncan exhaled and turned away from the window.

In any case, he should pay more attention to this special "node" of Fanna in the future - now that Fanna lacks trust in herself as the "ghost captain", of course she will not take the initiative to tell all the secrets, which requires her to Too much snacks.

On the way back to the bedroom, Duncan heard the giggling voices of two young girls coming from the next room—the voices of Nina and Shirley.

Even though they had returned to the city-state from the Lost Lands, they seemed excited, especially Nina.

The child didn't seem to have any psychological shadows about the eerie ghost ship at all, nor did she have any uneasiness about the future—she was as cheerful as usual, and even... seemed a little more cheerful.

Is it the effect of sun debris?Or is it because she has a strong ability to accept?
Duncan thought about it, and suddenly felt...he seemed to have discovered some unexpected "talents" in Nina.

As night fell, the cold, pale light of the World's Creation lit the wide decks of the Lost Home.

The sound of brisk footsteps broke the silence on the ghost ship under the night, and a figure in a gorgeous long dress and a silver-haired shawl came to the bridge at the stern.

Alice raised her head and looked at the captain who was steering the helm herself. Her light purple eyes shone brightly, "Captain! Where are we going next?"

"There is no destination for the time being, let's leave the busy air routes between city-states for the time being," Duncan looked down at the doll, "You seem to be in a good mood?"

"Yes, yes!" Alice nodded happily. No matter how elegant and noble her appearance was, the joy she nodded when she nodded was enough to make her feel silly. "It's so lively on the boat today! This is the first time I know, it turns out Just having a lot of people together can be so interesting..."

"It's not 'fun' to bring people together all the time—but it may be a little difficult for you to understand now," Duncan said casually. They were terrified."

"Oh..." Alice hurriedly supported her head, and then seemed a little worried, "Then they...won't they stop coming because of this?"

"This worry is unnecessary."

Alice let out another oh, and then kept quiet for two seconds before asking again: "Then...can I still go to the city-state to play in the future? I didn't get to see the world well this time, so I met ... messy things, feeling dizzy..."

Duncan glanced across the sea, and then fell back on Alice: "Of course, I can ask Ai to send you to the antique shop tomorrow - I still need your help at the shop."

"Really?" Alice's eyes lit up, and she looked very surprised, "I thought...we wouldn't go back to the city-state for most of the time, after all...you seem to have finished your work there ?”

Duncan didn't answer the other party immediately, but asked suddenly after being silent for a few seconds: "Do you think I paid attention to Prand because I have something to do?"

Alice froze for a moment, then scratched her head belatedly: "I... don't know."

Duncan shook his head with a smile, and lightly turned the steering wheel in his hand.

There was a slight creaking sound from various parts of the Lost Home, and the Spirit Sail on the mast drew in a little bit, and the ship turned into a "cruising state" that was taken over by the goat's head.

"We just solved the trouble caused by a group of cultists," Duncan stepped off the bridge and walked towards the direction of the captain's cabin, while casually saying to Alice, "As for Prand... I think that city-state has nothing to do with us. Destiny."

The captain walked away, and Alice thought for a while in confusion, then turned her head to look at the direction the other party left: "...As expected of the captain, it's so profound..."

Duncan came to the door of the captain's cabin. He raised his head and saw the words "Gate of the Homeless" reflecting the dim light from the Creation of the World on the door frame.

He took a light breath to calm himself down, and then put his hand on the doorknob.

Gently push in.

A hazy and distorted mist appeared in front of his eyes, and Duncan stepped forward, feeling the familiar instant weightlessness and slight dizziness, the sense of dislocation as if traveling through endless time and space, and arriving at the destination in an instant, and then, the surroundings calm down.

The never-ending sound of wind and waves on the boundless sea and the slight creaking noises of the Lost Home were far away, and the salty sea breeze also quietly dissipated, and there was a familiar smell around, which came from the room where I had lived for many years.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes, looking at the unchanging scene in the bachelor apartment.

As usual, the first time he returned here was to confirm the general situation of the entire room, to confirm whether there was any change after he left, to confirm whether the thick fog outside the window showed signs of dissipating, to confirm that he stayed on the window and Have the strings and confetti on the windowsill ever been moved.

Even though he knew it was meaningless to do so, he still regarded this series of "confirmations" as some kind of necessary tasks to complete.

After completing this series of confirmations, the second thing he did was to come to his desk.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and looked at the things on his desk calmly.

A city-state of Purand, which looks like a miniature model, is quietly placed on the table.

Exquisite, restored, every detail is vivid, even every floor tile and every street lamp is exactly the same as the real Prand.

Or, to put it another way, this is the "projection" of the real Prand in some form in his bachelor apartment.

It's here, as expected.

The fine flames jumping and burning on the desk at the beginning completed the final carving of this "collection". Now, this perfect masterpiece has been presented in front of its owner.

Zhou Ming exhaled lightly, sat down slowly at the table, and looked at this delicate "model".

Compared with the "model" of the Lost Country, the size of this "city-state" is obviously much larger, but it is obviously not proportionally scaled. It seems that its size can be placed in a single grid of the shelf. It's as if it was tailor-made for there.

And in this vivid city-state model, there is no sign of any residents.

It seems that the "people" living in the city-state cannot form a projection here?
Zhou Ming was thoughtful, and looked at the Puland city-state repeatedly for a long time. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up this large "collection" with both hands, and carefully placed it on the not far away on the shelf.

After putting it away, he took two steps back and silently admired his new collection.

The Lost Home has been far from Purland, but the captain... never left his loyal city-state.

(End of this chapter)