Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 271 Letter from afar
Father had gone to the antique store, stayed there for a long time, and when he came back he held a cannonball—and then solemnly placed it in the best place on the antique shelf, and every now and then Just go and wipe it carefully.

Every time I think of this, Heidi is very worried about the mental health of the old man at home.

"I'm serious, you don't know how weird it looks," the psychiatrist lady couldn't help sighing again, "He treated it like a baby, saying it was a very, very special antique, and he didn't wash his face every day I have to clean the shells first—my mother just doesn’t care about anything, and I said a few words beside her, and she said, ‘Your father only has this hobby of collecting, don’t bother him’.”

Fan Na didn't know how to evaluate this matter. After all, she didn't know anything about antiques. The most impressive close contact with antiques in her life was when she practiced jumping and chopping with a toy sword when she was a child and smashed her uncle's vase. The memory was still fresh, so she held back for a long time at this time, and could only think of a dry sentence: "...Mr. Morris is a highly respected historian and collector. I think his collection must have special vision in it."

"I've never heard of someone holding a cannonball as a treasure—even if the cannonball is real," Heidi sighed, "The cannonball must be real, at least solid, dead and heavy .”

Fan Na didn't speak for a while, she seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while she suddenly said: "Let's talk about that amulet, Mr. Morris got you another amulet that is exactly the same?"

"Yes, that's it," Heidi nodded, while reaching out to pull out the "crystal" pendant from her chest clothes, "You've seen it before, I had one that was exactly the same before, but in the previous 'disaster' Destroyed, the monk who registered me at the time analyzed that it might be an item that was accidentally contaminated with extraordinary power, but usually concealed its own particularity..."

Fan Na looked at the "crystal" pendant Heidi took out with a thoughtful expression.

"Do you think there's something wrong?" Heidi couldn't help asking.

"...After the disaster, the cathedral was understaffed, but we still sent people to investigate the situation of the antique shop. The result was that everything was normal. There was no problem from the store's purchase channels to the owner's identity and background. It is clear in the file that the matter about the pendant really seems to be just a coincidence," Fan Na said slowly, her eyes always falling on the pendant, "but I always feel a little concerned... Heidi, do you remember, I I went to that antique shop with you."

"Of course I remember," Heidi nodded, "Speaking of which, I really have some fate with that shop—the shop owner saved my life in the museum, and the shop owner's niece is one of my father's students. , and the pendant I had before happened to come from that shop... But as you said, the Church conducted a secret investigation and found nothing wrong."

Fan Na didn't answer anything, but stretched out her hand after thinking for a moment: "Can you show me?"

Heidi didn't think much, and directly took off the pendant and handed it over: "Of course, here you are."

Fan Na took the crystal pendant that still had a trace of body temperature, and put it in the sun to examine it carefully. After a long time, she said as if she was talking to herself: "There is no extraordinary aura."

"That's right, it's just an ordinary talisman, even made of glass," Heidi said, and then she looked at her friend in front of her seriously, "Vanna, you're a little too nervous, I know you're doing this The judge's occupational disease, but I think... that shopkeeper is really a good person, you shouldn't doubt him."

"I'm concerned, not suspicious. I always feel that there is something wrong with that antique shop, but I don't look at it with the same attitude that a judge looks at heretics," Fan Na said, returning the pendant to her friend , "But what you said is true, I may be a little nervous."

Heidi put the pendant back on, and then glanced at the mechanical clock hanging next to her: "Ah, it's already this time?!"

"Are you going?"

"I have to go," Heidi said as she got up, and picked up the small suitcase that was placed next to her before. "I have another appointment this afternoon——I have been isolated and observed at the cathedral for a long time. The captain."

Fan Na frowned and recalled, and quickly found the corresponding memory: "The captain of the White Oak? I remember it was Lawrence... Is he in trouble?"

"The captain who is running around on the boundless sea, and he is still at that age - it is normal to need the help of a psychiatrist," Heidi said, as if thinking of something, her expression was slightly complicated, but soon Then he shook his head, "But compared to most captains of the same age, that Mr. Lawrence is actually in a good condition. I can't say more, it's the patient's privacy."

"Well, good luck with your work."

……

The first thing Morris did when he returned home was to hug and kiss his wife, and the second thing he did was to carefully wipe the cannonball on the antique rack.

Although he felt a little weird when he came back with this thing, he knew that this seemingly weird "collection" had a special meaning.

It represents the connection between himself and the Lost Homeland, and also represents Captain Duncan's "goodwill" to his family members.

The incredible ghost captain always conveys his kindness through all kinds of strange ways, including but not limited to the soup stewed by the descendants of the deep sea, the cannonballs with the seal of a century ago, and the low-educated people in the counseling family. Learning words, Morris thought it was a bit weird at first, but now he has perfectly adjusted his mentality.

What Captain Duncan said was right, and what Captain Duncan did was normal.

Maintaining this mentality, Morris feels that he has fully adapted to the atmosphere of the new team.

Footsteps sounded from behind.

Morris didn't look back, so he knew it was his wife.

"You've almost wiped it so that it can reflect the figure," the graceful old woman smiled, looking at her husband, "Didn't you say before that antiques should not be wiped too frequently."

"But this is no ordinary 'antique,' Mary," Morris said, turning his head and smiling at his wife. "It's part of the miracle."

The old woman raised her head and looked at the two special collections on the antique shelf - a dagger and a cannonball. After a while, she suddenly said: "Will you tell your daughter the truth later? About this 'miracle' ’, about…your new ‘identity’.”

Morris stopped what he was doing.

There are some "miracles" that can be hidden from others, but not from those who have experienced the miracle itself.

As a product of an incomplete "subspace prayer", the wife lay on the bed in the form of human ashes for 11 years. She is very clear about this, and now she has truly survived due to the influence of the Lost Country. Naturally, he would have doubts about his own survival.

This cannot be avoided.

So after getting the captain's permission, Morris told his wife about the Lost Country, but he didn't tell Heidi.

"...It's not necessary yet," Morris said, "Heidi doesn't need to get involved with this matter, and whether to say it... depends on what the captain wants."

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly, interrupting the conversation between Morris and his wife.

As soon as the old scholar was about to open the door, his wife stopped him with a smile: "I'll go - I haven't walked around for many years, but now I need to exercise more."

As she said that, she turned and went to the entrance. A short conversation came from the direction of the door, and after a while, she returned to Morris.

"It's the postman," the wife handed over a letter, "it's for you."

"A letter to me?" Morris was a little surprised. He noticed the large-denomination stamps and a few special stamps on the envelope at first glance, and couldn't help frowning, "I wrote to a few friends from far away. letter, but probably didn’t reply so quickly...huh?”

His movement of opening the letter suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the first stamp on the envelope representing the place of origin, with a strange look on his face.

"Where did you send it?" His wife's curious voice sounded from the side.

Morris was silent for two seconds, then whispered, "... Frost."

"Frost? That's far away," the wife said, recalling for a while, and said uncertainly, "I remember you have a friend in Frost, named Brown or Brun?"

"Brown Scott," Morris said slowly, his tone became extremely low and serious for some reason, and his action of opening the letter opener became extremely hesitant, "like me, he is a scholar of history, Also obsessed with the field of occultism."

"Oh, yes, Brown Scott, I have the impression that he is a very thin person, giving people a sense of meticulousness," the wife suddenly said, "He still keeps in touch with you? I remember he moved away many years ago Frost, but he did have a relationship with you before moving..."

"He's dead," said Morris suddenly, "in a shipwreck six years ago."

The voice fell, and the room fell silent for an instant.

(End of this chapter)