Deep Sea Embers Chapter 60: Opposite the door


This door leads to the Homeless.

The letters on the doorframes are cast in brass and look as if a century had passed, and each line of the letters seems to be plated under the lanterns of spirit fire and the chaotic twilight that permeates the entire cabin. With a layer of solidified time, revealing a simple and mysterious taste.

Duncan stared at the line of letters for a few seconds, then turned his head blankly and walked away.

Alice's voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey? Captain, are we leaving now? Don't we need to check this door? Even if we don't open it..."

"There's not much to see, this is the end of the bilge," Duncan said casually.

But at this moment, a slight tapping sound suddenly came, which made him stop.

Duncan turned his head and looked at Alice who was behind him, Alice looked around nervously, and finally turned to look at the dark wooden door: "The voice seems to be coming from behind this door. of..."

Duncan stopped where he was, staring solemnly at the wooden door where the knocking sound came, he waited patiently for a few seconds, and suddenly heard two knocks - the knocks were faint and indistinct. , as if separated by an extremely thick curtain, as if the door was enveloped by invisible things, but it was by no means an illusion.

After a brief but intense trade-off, he finally returned to the door, and Alice followed, nervously watching what might happen next.

Duncan held a lantern in one hand and a long sword in the other, carefully observing the dark wooden door in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the door was not completely closed - on the side of the door, You can see a gap of about one centimeter in the door.

The door was hidden, as if someone had forgotten to close it after leaving in a hurry, and it seemed that some "thing" inside deliberately left a gap in the door, attracting blind people to visit.

Duncan picked up the lantern and shone cautiously inward, his eyes peering through the crack of the door to observe the situation on the opposite side of the door - his other hand had already put the long sword against the crack of the door, ready to stab from the inside Any "things" that are drilled out.

However, he never imagined what he would see—

Across the crack of the door is a room.

A small room that looks like it has been around for a few years. The wallpaper on the wall looks dull and wrinkled, and the slightly messy furnishings seem to have not been cleaned up for a long time. There is a sheet in the direction of the door. There is a single bed, and there is a table next to the bed, with a computer, books and a small decoration on the table.

A tall, thin figure was sitting at a desk in front of a desk. The figure was wearing a white shirt bought from a common stall. His hair was messy and lacking in care, and his body, which obviously didn't exercise much, looked a little thin.

Duncan's eyes passed through the crack of the door, staring at the familiar "over there", staring at the room, staring at the figure who was waiting at the desk, and the figure seemed to suddenly feel something, he stopped writing, He looked up suddenly, got up and ran to the door.

The figure ran over, staring stubbornly outside through the crack in the door, staring at Duncan.

Duncan stared at him too, at the familiar face—it was his own face!

After staring at each other for a few seconds, the figure on the opposite side of the door suddenly became excited. He began to push the door hard, as if he wanted to come out, but the door seemed to be poured together with the space, so he began to try to destroy it again. The door was locked, and he used a tool to pry the crack of the door. He slammed the unmoving door hard, as if he was trying his best to get out of trouble, but to no avail.

The person inside the door finally gave up this futile attempt. He patted the door near the crack and shouted something through the door - but from the outside, he could only hear some vague sounds. Misty noise, not a word can be heard clearly.

Duncan looked at all this in shock and daze, looking at the "self" who was trapped in the room, he knew what the person inside the door wanted to do - his eyes slowly fell on the doorknob next to him .

The door handle is within reach.

From this side, the door may be very easy to open.

However, he just looked at the handle without taking the next step.

The man trapped in the room seemed to be getting frustrated. He finally shouted to the door again. After realizing that his voice could not reach the door at all, he ran back to the desk, bent down and quickly Something was written on a piece of paper, and then he ran back quickly, showing the piece of paper to Duncan.

Looking through the crack of the door, Duncan saw a string of scribbled words on the piece of paper: "Help me! I'm trapped in this room! The windows and doors won't open!"

Duncan laughed suddenly.

His smile fell into the eyes of the "Zhou Ming" who was trapped in the room through the gap. The latter finally slowly opened his eyes, as if he was stunned, and at the same time, he seemed to be gradually annoyed by being mocked.

The next second, the pirate sword in Duncan's hand suddenly protruded forward, passed through the narrow crack in the door, and pierced directly into "Zhou Ming" opposite the door.

The latter was pierced by the blade, opened his mouth and seemed to be screaming, and there seemed to be a series of hoarse and noisy noises entering Duncan's ears, but Duncan did not move at all, just gripped harder. He stabbed forward with the hilt of his sword, approached the door and said softly:

"If you don't know how to write Chinese, you don't have to."

The pigeon Ai, who had been silent all the way, suddenly flapped her wings and made a hoarse voice: "This is an illusion, what are you covering up?"

The next second, the figure opposite the door suddenly began to melt like a wax statue, and quickly dissipated in the distorted light and shadow, and the room that looked so real and so familiar also quickly lost its disguise, in Duncan The eyes show the true face: a dark and outdated cabin, empty, dusty in time and frozen dilapidation.

The saber in his hand felt empty, as if it had been pierced by air from the very beginning.

This "extra door" is just a cabin across from it?

Duncan unexpectedly observed the situation across the crack of the door, but this time, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like an ordinary cabin there.

But...is that cabin really "real"?

Duncan slowly retracted the longsword that had passed through the crack of the door, heaved a sigh of relief, and took a half step back.

The abnormality he encountered just now is still deeply imprinted in his mind. He doesn't know if it is a simple illusion or something else, but one thing is certain... This door is definitely more strange and dangerous than he imagined. place.

If the illusion reflected on the opposite side of the door is based on his own memory and cognition distortion, it means that the danger opposite the door has exceeded the power of his "Captain Duncan", if it is not based on his own cognition and memory-generated illusions, but a "fabricated" set of something... and it's even worse.

Because no one in this world should know the appearance of that room, and no one should know the existence of the individual "Zhou Ming".

But the "thing" across the door knows.

He took a deep breath.

My caution just now is correct, no matter what, I cannot open this door.

At the same time, he was a little scared-because there was a moment just now, when he looked at the door handle, he had this idea in his mind: to open the door and let "self" out.

"Captain..." Alice's voice suddenly came, which woke Duncan from his deep thoughts. He looked up at the puppet, and what he saw was the puppet's concerned and scared expression, "Captain, are you all right? That fan What's in the door? Why is your expression so serious..."

Duncan shook his head: "It's nothing, behind this door is not where you should be looking - we've reached the bilge and we can go back."

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to push the door to see if he could close it.

The gaping hole in the door is really disconcerting.

But the door didn't move—despite all the effort he had put into it, the door still seemed to be one with the space.

Like the sealed windows in his bachelor apartment.

Duncan withdrew his hand thoughtfully—the door wouldn't close, but he wouldn't even try to open it any further.

"Ah? Oh...oh, okay!" Alice didn't care about the captain's attempt to close the door~IndoMTL.com~ She was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, with a happy expression on her face, " Then go back quickly, this place is quite weird to be honest, I'm a little nervous again..."

Duncan hummed noncommittally, took Alice and turned towards the "last door" that led to the stairs.

This place is too evil, even he doesn't want to stay longer.

After this, nothing more anomalous happened.

They passed smoothly through the broken bilge, through the cargo hold with reversed lighting, through the dark stairs and corridors, and returned to the cabin above the waterline.

At the moment of returning to the normal cabin, Alice felt that her whole body suddenly relaxed a lot, as if some previously undetectable shadow wrapped around her body had been dispelled, and she saw that the surrounding lights had returned to their original state. , the cabin is no longer gloomy and depressing, as for Captain Duncan next to him...

The captain looked the same as before. He didn't seem to feel depressed before, and he didn't feel any extra relief now. The environment in the depths of Homeless didn't have any effect on him.

It's just that when he came back, the captain was obviously silent and seemed to be very worried.

"Captain, are you tired?" Alice asked cautiously, "Would you like me to cook something for you? You didn't have a good dinner..."

Duncan stopped his thoughts and looked at the puppet beside him.

On Miss Doll's face, there is a sincere expression of concern - just like Nina.

He suddenly relaxes, and the haze in his heart seems to be quietly fading.

"Don't drop the weird stuff into the pot this time."

"My head is not a strange thing!"

"Especially your head."

"...Oh."


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