MTL - Deep Sea Embers-Chapter 63 return to port
Duncan stared at the huge scar in the sky that radiated a dark glow for a long time, as if he wanted to distinguish some details he had seen from the chaotic mist in order to confirm the astonishing conjecture in his mind—
Is the scene outside the ship's bottom a creation of the world?
If the warp is outside the bottom of the ship, is the creation of the world also part of the warp? Or at least there is some connection?
But in the end, he couldn't see any clues, and the conjecture in his mind could only be conjecture.
The scar is too far away, even if you take out the monocular, it is impossible to see more details, and from the part that is visible so far, it is only a little bit from the outside of the bottom of the homeless. The specious "closeness" is not so much the same as the two, but it is better to say that after exploring the bilge, his nerves are too tense, so that he is suspicious of everything.
Duncan blew the sea breeze on the deck for a long time, and slowly calmed down while thinking. He was also paying attention to the movement on the side of the goat head, and found that his "first mate" seemed to have calmed down. Seriously and truly control the Lost Homes.
But Duncan was still keenly aware of the vague tension that pervaded the ship—a tension that seemed to have no source, and that permeated the whole "living" ghost ship, the towering masts, The staggered sails, the ropes stacked on the deck... These things that were silent in the dark seemed to be whispering tense and suppressed, discussing the matter of "that door".
This is the first time that Duncan has directly sensed the emotional changes of the "ship" in his mind.
It appears that after returning from the bilge, his connection to the ship deepened.
Now, the whole ship is watching the captain, watching what happened to the captain after he spied the situation across the door.
With the evening wind blowing, Duncan took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the captain's cabin. His fingers tapped lightly on the handrail beside the ship's side, as if talking to himself: "Relax, this is not a bad thing. No wonder."
This time, he finally felt the change more clearly: the tension that filled the ship slowly subsided, the ropes were no longer tight, the sails were lifted, and the slight creaking from below the deck gradually followed. cease.
The ship seems to have finally been confirmed, and the captain is still the captain.
Duncan went back to the door of the captain's room, but instead of pulling the door to enter as usual, he held the door handle after a little hesitation, and pushed the door inward with a little force.
The door opened, and inside was a cloud of black mist.
Duncan walked towards the black fog, and the pigeon Ai Yin, who had been parked on his shoulder, suddenly flapped its wings and flew to the mast not far away, shouting: "The road ahead is cut off, The road ahead is cut off!"
Duncan glanced curiously at the pigeon that suddenly ran away, but took a step forward.
He returned to his familiar bachelor apartment.
Zhou Ming lowered his head and confirmed his body at the moment: familiar hands, familiar shirt, familiar trousers, not as strong as Captain Duncan, but an ordinary human being.
He raised his head again and looked at the situation in the room.
Everything was exactly the same as when he left, not even more dust.
Zhou Ming thoughtfully observed the furnishings in the room, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the door—he looked at the door of the bachelor apartment, recalling the door he saw in the bottom deck of Homeless No. position and angle.
Standing in the corresponding position, he first assumed that there was a person opposite the door, and then looked in the direction opposite to the door.
From the crack of the door, you can indeed see the center of the room, and you can see the somewhat messy desk with computers and other sundries on it - and he usually works at the desk, reading and writing, or Mark students' homework and exam papers.
Zhou Ming slowly opened the door a crack, little by little, put his eyes on the crack of the door.
At this moment, he felt his heart pounding - although reason told him that this was an illogical idea, he still couldn't help but wonder... Across the door, could an eye suddenly appear? Will there be a sudden appearance of a ghostly captain with a gloomy and serious expression? Could it be... a pirate sword suddenly stabbed in?
He stuck it up, looking out.
There was only a rolling black mist outside, as always.
Zhou Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart - a feeling that his expectations had failed, and he seemed to have lost some fun.
He shook his head vigorously, throwing this somewhat weird state of mind behind him, and then slowly came to the desk—all the things he left in the room before he left were still there, including the waste paper full of random graffiti, And the organized diary, and the computer screen that stayed on even when the power was cut off.
Nothing seems to have changed.
Zhou Ming exhaled, but suddenly, his expression froze.
Change!
His eyes were fixed on the corner of the desk, and in that inconspicuous corner, there was now a small thing - it was an incomparably delicate decoration, a lifelike model, a... Homeless.
Zhou Mingru was struck by lightning, and sat on the chair for half a minute without moving. He was 10,000% sure that this piece of furniture did not originally exist on his desk... Especially, this piece of furniture was still a "model" of Homeless!
After a long time, he suddenly blinked his eyes, reached out and carefully took the "model" that appeared on the desk at some point in his hand, and put it in front of him for a closer look.
This vivid "ghost ship" is only half a foot long, and the weight in his hand is not much different from that of an ordinary model. At the same time, it is so detailed that Zhou Ming observed it carefully for a long time. Every rope, every bucket seen on the deck...
Compared to the real Lost Country, the ship's only difference may be size.
Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to have thought of something. He brought the ship to his eyes, and carefully "buckled" the door of the captain's room at the stern with his fingers. , look carefully inside.
On the miniature nautical table, the figure of the goat's head could not be seen.
Likewise, Alice cannot be seen from the ship.
Zhou Ming felt a little weird in his heart. He didn't know why he thought "Alice" would appear on this miniature version of Homeless. This was obviously an outrageous idea.
Perhaps the appearance of this ship itself is too outrageous?
Zhou Ming held the small Lost Homes number and pondered for a long time.
He didn't know how the ship appeared on his desk, but it was clear that the connection between his locked bachelor apartment and the "world beyond the door" was deeper than he thought.
The change may have occurred after he "taken the helm", or after he peeked into the warp through the crack of the door.
He leaned back on the back of the seat, allowing his mind to settle slowly.
He found that he could still "feel" what was going on across the door, he could feel the Lost Country, he could feel the goat's head, and even... he could feel the city-state of Pland, some distance away, in that antique shop. Another pair of... "The Body".
After pondering for a long time, Zhou Ming blinked as if he had woken up suddenly. He looked at the ghost ship that was still in his hands, and then looked at an empty shelf at the end of the room.
The shelf had been bought for several years, but until the vision came, he couldn't find a chance to fill it up. At this moment, there were only a few decorative crystal bottles that had been deceived and bought online, and the rest of the grids were all empty.
Zhou Ming held the Lost Homes number and carefully placed this exquisite "model" on the shelf.
After putting it away, he took two steps back, carefully scrutinized his "results", and seemed very satisfied with the place he had chosen.
How this thing got here is still a mystery, but at least...he was able to decorate his cabin again during these trapped days.
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A loud and melodious whistle broke the calm on the sea. Fanna, who had arrived at the port early, immediately walked to the edge of the observation deck and looked at the situation on the pier.
The entire port has been scheduled to be emptied in advance. The once busy main port of Pland is now empty. The ordinary stevedores and handovers are no longer on the wharf. Instead, there are fully armed sheriff troops and guards under the church. them.
Twelve steam walkers block all roads leading to the dock area.
On the sea outside the harbor, among the slightly undulating waves, a beautiful steam mechanical ship was slowly approaching.
White Oak No.
