MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 43 good morning mr duncan

Duncan put the book back and checked the furnishings in the rest of the house, but found nothing of value--the little bedroom had a pitiful amount of stuff, and it didn't seem to be used very often, the most valuable The clues are the book, and two old notebooks in a desk drawer.

The notebook is full of content related to steam engines and engineering principles, occasionally mixed with a few complaints about some teachers or some classmates.

This makes it easy to judge that the person living here is a young man of school age.

Duncan slowly combed through the memory fragments in his mind and returned to the master bedroom after restoring everything in the room to its original state.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking for a while, he got up again and walked to the standing cabinet next to him, almost following the memory in his muscles to open the cabinet door and open one of the drawers.

A few bottles of spirits were tucked away in the back of the drawer, along with half a box of pain-relieving and nerve-soothing pills left behind by a cultist named "Ron".

He had a serious illness that had progressed beyond cure, and low-quality spirits and temporary painkillers were always in the drawer, but these things were obviously good for prolonging the life of a sick man. Not helpful.

So the man who had lost hope in life turned to the Sun Sect. The missionaries told him that the healing power of the Sun God could solve all the stubborn ailments in the world and purify the body and mind of those who converted. To a certain extent, those believers did fulfill their promises. up the promise:

They have **** and weird rituals that use blood as a medium to introduce the vitality of innocent people into the bodies of sick believers. Duncan doesn't know what the principle of this ritual is, or whether it can really cure incurable diseases. According to the content remaining in the memory fragments, the cultist named "Ron" did indeed get better after the ceremony, and further became a believer of the sun with all his heart, and even donated more than half of his family wealth to the "Messenger".

But Duncan didn't care what had happened between the dead cultists.

He reached deeper into the drawer, groped for a hidden compartment smoothly, and after fiddling with it a few more times, found a revolver and a box of bullets in good condition.

The city-state of Perand does not prohibit citizens from holding guns, but requires legal procedures, and a fake antique dealer living in the lower city obviously lacks the funds and identity to obtain a gun license, so this is undoubtedly an illegally held weapon. ——Out of caution, the original owner of this body left the gun in the room and did not take it to the meeting place. He usually used this thing to protect his shop, but now this thing belongs to the captain .

Duncan of course knew that this was just an ordinary weapon, not to mention the "abnormal" on the Lost Country, even the seemingly backward flintlock gun on the ship might have surpassed this. The special power of the revolver - but he is a realistic person, he knows that he is no better than a ship when he is operating in the city-state of Pland, the body he is using now is flesh and blood, and many parts of the city are by no means safe.

After all, he couldn't let the pigeons turn the pigeons over anything - Ai Yin's movement was too loud, and it was easy to cause unnecessary attention from the church forces in the city.

Just then, a slight noise suddenly caught Duncan's attention.

He heard the sound of keys rubbing from the direction of the store entrance on the first floor, followed by the movement of the door and the sound of hurried footsteps.

Duncan quickly put the revolver close to his body, and at the same time he noticed that the sky was bright outside the window - he had been busy in this antique shop all night, and the pigeon Ai Yin suddenly pressed on his shoulder: "You have New short message!"

"Quiet," Duncan glanced at the pigeon immediately, and said quickly as he walked towards the door, "you stay in the room and wait for my order. Also, if there are outsiders present, don't speak."

Ai Yin immediately flapped his wings and flew to the nearby cabinet: "Aye!"

Duncan quickly left the room, and just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps stepping up the steps, followed by a young and hurried girl's voice from below: "Duncan Uncle? Are you back?"

The next second, a girl with long dark brown hair in a long brown dress and a white shirt entered Duncan's sight.

The girl looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, and her hair seems to have a little morning dew on her hair. Duncan at the stairs on the second floor looked surprised and surprised.

Duncan didn't respond, he just stood on the second floor silently, the sunlight pouring in from a narrow window behind the stairs was against his figure, hiding his expression in a haze, and he looked at the girl in silence like this After a few seconds, he finally said slowly, "What did you call me just now?"

"Duncan... Uncle?" There was a moment of surprise on the girl's face, and then she became slightly nervous. She held on to the handrail of the stairs next to her and peeped carefully, as if she wanted to see the middle-aged man upstairs in the backlight. The expression on his face, "What's wrong? You...Did you drink again? You haven't been home for a few days...I just saw the lights on the first floor..."

The girl's expression and voice fell into Duncan's eyes and ears, and she obviously didn't know (or didn't expect at all) to hide her emotional reactions.

According to the memories he swallowed, this girl should be the "niece" of the original owner of his body, and also his only relative.

Duncan was vaguely sure that the girl didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and didn't realize that "Uncle Duncan" was a wrong title from the beginning.

What went wrong? Why did this girl, who theoretically could never know his secret, called out the word "Duncan" so naturally?

Numerous conjectures quickly surged in his heart, and at the same time, Duncan also found a little bit of information corresponding to this girl in the memory fragments in his mind-that child with dark brown hair, the original owner of his body was in person. The last figure in the world who still has nostalgia.

"Nina," Duncan's expression didn't change, his tone was calm, and the thought storm in his head didn't show at all, "You lived at school yesterday?"

"I've been living at the school these days," the girl under the stairs replied immediately, "I thought you would stay outside for at least a week as before, so after packing up the house, I went to my classmates to borrow it... The dormitory manager Mrs. White agreed. I just came back today when I suddenly discovered a book was left at home...Are you all right? I feel like you...weird..."

"I'm fine, I just didn't wake up a bit."

Duncan responded with a natural attitude, and then walked to the first floor. There was already some extremely outrageous conjecture in his heart, and now he must confirm it.

He and Nina passed by, and the young **** the stairs turned her body sideways and looked into Duncan's eyes curiously. When the latter was about to reach the first floor, she suddenly asked, "Uncle Duncan, Are you going to go out later? Are you... going to stay at home for a few more days?"

"...depending on the situation," Duncan didn't look back, because he wasn't sure if the expression on his face was natural enough, he just answered the "niece"'s question in the tone he remembered, "I'll go Look at the door, if there's nothing wrong, I'll be at home these days."

"Ah, alright, then I'll go back and buy food, I don't have much ingredients at home..."

As the girl spoke quickly, she ran upstairs, her feet were fast, and her tone was also light.

Duncan had already walked to the door of the shop, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

He turned around and looked up at the sign hanging at the door of the store. On the old and dirty sign, a line of letters clearly came into view: Duncan Antiques.

The first few letters are as old as the letters that follow, with no sign of temporary modification at all, as if it had been from the beginning.

Duncan frowned and walked slowly to the window next to him. He leaned forward and observed his face through the picture reflected in the dirty glass.

It was indeed an unfamiliar face, not that of the dignified and gloomy ghost captain, but the face of a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard, sunken eyes, and a look of exhaustion. It belonged to a man named Ron's cult.

Duncan straightened up a little bit, and he heard the city slowly coming alive beside him, the crisp sound of bells colliding at the door of the street-front shop that opened in the early morning, the sound of bicycle bells and the sound of passers-by talking gradually filled the street, and people were picking up antiques. Passing by in front of the store, it seemed to be a neighbor living next door, and a greeting came into Duncan's ears:

"Good morning, Mr. Duncan - have you read today's paper? The Church of the Deep seems to have destroyed a large cult den, which is a big deal!"