Deep Sea Embers Chapter 43: Good morning, Mr. Duncan

Duncan put the book back and checked the furnishings elsewhere in the house, but found nothing of value--the little bedroom was pitifully sparse and didn't seem to be used very often, most notably. Valuable 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 fragments of memory in his mind and returned to the master bedroom after restoring everything in the room.

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 are quietly hidden in the back of the drawer, as well as half a box of pills for pain relief and nerve soothing, which are left behind by a cultist named "Ron".

He has a serious illness that has worsened to the point of no cure. Poor-quality spirits and temporary painkillers are a constant in the drawer, but they're good for prolonging a sick person. lifespan is obviously 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 diseases in the world and purify the body and mind of those who converted. Christians did keep their promises:

They have a **** and weird ritual, using blood as a medium to introduce the vitality of innocent people into the body of sick believers. Duncan does not know what the principle of this ritual is or whether it can really cure incurable diseases. , just according to the content left in the memory fragments, the cult 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 money to the "Messenger" family wealth.

But Duncan doesn't care what happened to the dead cultists.

He reached deeper into the drawer, fumbled for a hidden compartment smoothly, and after fiddling a few times in it, he 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 illegal possession. Some weapons - out of an abundance of caution, the original owner of the body left the gun in the room and didn't take it to the meeting place. He should have used this thing to protect his shop, but now it's back Captain has it all.

Of course Duncan knew that this was just an ordinary weapon, not to mention the "anomaly" on the Homeless, even the seemingly backward flintlock gun on the ship might have Above the special power of this 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 Perland, and the body he is using now is flesh and blood, and many parts of this city are absolutely invincible. Not to mention safe.

After all, he couldn't let the pigeons turn the pigeons over anything - Ai's movement was too loud, and it was easy to attract 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 rapid footsteps.

Duncan quickly put the revolver close to him, 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 Aye suddenly pressed on his shoulder: "You have a new short message!"

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

Aye immediately flapped her wings and flew to a nearby cabinet: "Ayecaptain!"

Duncan quickly left the room, and just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps stepping up the steps, followed by the voice of a young and rapid girl from below. : "Uncle Duncan? 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 line of sight.

The girl looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, with a little morning dew on her hair, her face is not too prominent, but she has the youthful beauty that should be at this age, she stared at Looking at Duncan, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, with surprise and surprise on his face.

Duncan didn't respond. He just stood on the second floor in silence. The sunlight pouring in from a narrow window behind the stairs was against his figure, hiding his expression in a haze. He just kept silent. After looking at the girl for 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 upstairs in the backlight. The expression on the middle-aged man's 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 certain that the girl didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, unaware 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. At the same time, Duncan also found a little bit of information corresponding to this girl in the memory fragments in his mind-the child with dark brown hair, the original body of his body. The master is the last figure in the world who still has nostalgia for it.

"Nina," Duncan's expression remained the same, his tone was flat, 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... Mrs. White, who manages the dormitory, agreed. Today I suddenly found out that there was a book left at home, and I came back...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 kind of 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 almost walking to 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~IndoMTL.com~ Duncan didn't look back, because he wasn't sure if the expression on his face was natural enough, he just answered the "niece" in the tone he remembered. Question, "I'll go to the door to see, if there's nothing wrong, I'll be at home these days. "

"Okay, then I'll go back and buy vegetables, I don't have much ingredients at home..."

While speaking quickly, the girl ran upstairs with a dash of footsteps, and her tone also carried a certain lightness.

Duncan had already reached the door of the shop. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

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 slowly walked to the next window. He leaned forward and observed his face through 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 an unshaven beard, sunken eyes, and a tired look, who had died in the sewer. , a cultist named Ron.

Duncan straightened up a little bit, he heard the city slowly coming alive beside him, the crisp sound of bells colliding at the door of the street shop that opened in the morning, the sound of bicycle bells and the sound of passers-by talking gradually filled the street, Someone passing by in front of the antique store, it seems to be the neighbor who lives next door, there is a greeting in Duncan's ear:

"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!"