Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 270 Subspace lair is still warm today

"Are you really sure that's okay?"

Looking at the large water basin on the dining table in front of her, Nina was still a little uneasy. She glanced at the nervous Alice next to her, then at the expressionless Duncan, and muttered softly.

"If it doesn't work anymore, you can only use aerosol, but that thing is corrosive, and I don't know if Alice's body will be affected," Duncan looked sullenly at the already replaced A Gothic doll whose neck is still fixed in normal clothes, "Maybe she will keep this pose from now on."

Alice panicked when she heard this, and quickly waved her hands: "Don't, try boiling water first!"

Nina's gaze moved between Alice and the water basin several times, and finally she let out a oh, and slowly dipped her hand into the cold water.

She controlled it very carefully, as if she wanted to take a grain of sand out of the desert, and guide the flame burning deep in her soul to the outside——as a sunny girl with a passion of 6000 degrees deep in her heart, she must It is not easy to do such a precise operation, but she has been practicing this kind of precise control whenever she has time in the past these days, and she has made great progress until now, and she succeeded in only a short time.

The water is boiling.

Alice turned to look at Duncan, and Duncan glanced at Alice.

Then without hesitation, he pressed the doll's head into the pot of boiling water.

"Let's cook more," Duncan said helplessly while pressing Alice's shoulder, "but if you feel uncomfortable, stop first."

Alice immediately replied: "Gulululu...Gulu."

Duncan thought for a while, then raised his head and said to Nina, "I guess she's fine."

Nina just stared at the scene in front of her, and couldn't help muttering after a long time: "I still think this scene is so weird..."

Duncan sighed, thinking that this is needless to say, he himself felt that the scene was so weird that he couldn't watch it. On the second floor of the gloomy and narrow antique shop, the uncle and nephew pushed the head of a gothic doll into boiling water. Cooking, the key is that this gothic doll raised his hand more than gesturing, and gave a thumbs up to show that he is fine...

Anyone who saw this scene at the first sight had to report it to the sheriff—the second time they saw it, they had to go to the guards of the church.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs, and then Shirley's voice reached Duncan and Nina's ears: "I'm back! Mr. Duncan, Mr. Morris is here again. I asked him to Go directly to..."

The next second, Shirley's figure appeared at the door, and her voice stopped abruptly.

In a slightly dim room, Duncan and Nina were standing quietly beside a basin of boiling water. The latter's hand was still in the basin to keep the water boiling. Duncan put his hand on Alice's shoulder and put the The gothic puppet's head was firmly pressed into the water, but the puppet was motionless at this moment, only the bubbling sound of boiling water could be heard.

Duncan and Nina raised their heads at the same time, looking at Shirley at the door.

Immediately afterwards, Morris also appeared, and he followed Shirley.

The scene in the kitchen-dining room is also reflected in the eyes of the historian.

The old man thought about it for a while, and he understood in his heart—oh, it is the subspace shadow and sun fragments that are stewing abnormality 099.

Morris nodded, thinking that today's antique shop is the same as every day, and it is still so normal.

"Damn it!" Shirley's dull exclamation finally sounded, she almost jumped up, looking at the situation in the room with a look of horror, but then quickly covered her mouth, as if she wanted to say something just now. He pressed the swear words back again, with an indistinct grunt from his mouth.

"What's the ghost?" Duncan immediately glared at the startled guy, "Is it your idea to let Alice pour glue into her neck?"

Shirley finally understood what was going on in the scene in front of her in an instant. Her first thought was to turn around and run away, but under Duncan's gaze, she didn't dare to move.

"I... I just said it casually, I didn't expect that she would really do this," Shirley's voice trembled, "How can a normal person believe it..."

When Duncan heard this, he was about to say something when he suddenly felt Alice's body shaking. He let go of his hand immediately, and then saw Alice straighten up from the basin.

Only the body.

The head was still cooking in the pot.

"Ah, it worked." Nina said in surprise.

Alice's body stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and began to reach out her hands to fumble for her head, while her head was floating in the water basin, making a grunt for help: "Help... Gulu Lu...help...gulu..."

Nina quickly picked up Alice's head, and helped the latter put it back in a clumsy manner. After hearing the familiar "Bo'er", everyone on the scene breathed a sigh of relief.

Alice turned her head left and right, and found that although her neck was still a little stiff, she could indeed turn it. She immediately looked at Duncan with a happy expression, "Captain! I can move again!"

"Take her to dry her hair. The collar is wet. Help her dry it," Duncan sighed, raised his head and said to Nina, and then glanced at her face full of panic, wanting to run but unable to move. Shirley, who dared to run, was not angry, "Go back and copy the alphabet twenty times, and copy each new word twenty times."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Shirley's expression that seemed to collapse instantly, and looked directly at Morris: "What happened? Is there any new discovery about that symbol?"

Morris may not have come out of the weird and frightening scene just now, he was stunned for a moment before reacting, and quickly said: "Ah, it's not about the symbols, I just got it from a friend in the city hall today. I got a piece of news, I think...you should be interested in this news."

"News from the city hall?" Duncan frowned, "Tell me in detail."

A few minutes later, Morris told Duncan what he had only learned this morning.

"Vision-Prand..." Duncan repeated the word at the dining table with a slightly solemn expression, and then looked at Morris, "When will this news be announced?"

"Undecided for the time being, but it should be in the next few days," Morris nodded. "Judging from common sense, the city-state of Puland is still in the aftermath of the previous disaster, and most citizens still have a strong ability to accept it. When the city-state turned into a vision is announced as one of the conclusions of the aftermath of the disaster, it may not cause too serious confusion-but if the city-state is completely calm and everyone has lived peacefully for a long time before it is announced, That could turn into a new round of chaos."

Duncan nodded lightly, without opening his mouth, but couldn't help recalling the news he had just read in the newspaper in his mind.

The Cathedral of Storms will arrive in Prand.

The changes in the list of anomalies and visions were released by the major churches as the source, so the Cathedral of Storms must have been the first to know about this situation.

"It's very unusual for a city-state to turn into a vision, but it's still operating as usual, but what's even more unusual is that this new vision has no number," Morris continued, "What do you think about this? "

Of course, Duncan also noticed the problem that this newly promoted vision did not have a number, but what could he think?His attainments in mysticism are actually not as good as Agou...

But he couldn't say that, so he could only ponder for a while, then shook his head calmly: "I don't have any opinion, the 'coding' of the anomalies and visions announced by the major churches is neither possible for me. Understood, it doesn't make sense."

"This……"

Morris opened his mouth, but immediately after, he thought of the green flames that burned the entire city-state that day, the black sun that disintegrated and died, and the anomaly 099 that was held in the water basin just now.

All of this, it seems, to Captain Duncan, is the same, "everyday problems" that need to be dealt with a little bit.

People don't need to care about the name of every dust that they clean up every day.

"Well, this is really meaningless to you," the old scholar gave Duncan a look of awe, and then he hesitated before slowly organizing his words and said, "Also, although there should be no doubts about this, but I still want to confirm that Prand was indeed transformed into a vision by you, right?"

Duncan turned his face slightly: "Do you have any questions?"

"No, I have no doubts, I'm just curious, what are your plans for this city-state," Morris said as he organized his language, trying to express his thoughts as clearly and unambiguously as possible, "You will Transformed into a vision, wanting to..."

"I have no intention of controlling the fate of this city-state, nor do I intend to interfere in anyone's future," Duncan shook his head before Morris finished speaking, "If I have to say..."

He paused, turned his head to look out the window, and looked at the peaceful scenery on the street.

"I kind of like this place, so I hope it stays safe in the future."

……

In the Cathedral of Storms, Fan Na who was talking with Heidi suddenly stopped, and looked back with some doubts.

"What's wrong?" Heidi looked at her friend curiously.

"I seemed to hear a bell ringing suddenly just now, and someone was talking to me in a low voice." Fan Na frowned, "I seem to have misheard."

"I must have heard it wrong, I didn't hear anything," Heidi waved her hand, "You must be under too much pressure recently, you need me to give you..."

"No need!" Fanna quickly interrupted without waiting for Heidi to finish, "I feel that I am in a good mental state, and I will solve any problems by myself. You know, priests are half-psychiatrists .”

"Well, if you don't need it, you don't have to be so nervous," Heidi muttered helplessly, "By the way, what did I say just now?"

Fan Na thought for a while, and reminded: "Just now you said that your father bought a cannonball from an antique store, and now you are very worried about his mental state..."

(I'm also confirmed to be infected. It's hard to get up and write now. There are still a few chapters of saved manuscripts for emergency use. Let's post them first. I hope I can recover some energy before the saved manuscripts are exhausted. In addition, I have enough medicines here now. Thank you for your concern.)
(End of this chapter)