Deep Sea Embers Chapter 270: Letter from afar

Father went to the antique shop before, stayed there for a long time, and when he came back, he held a cannonball - and then solemnly put it in the best place on the antique shelf , and wipe it carefully every three to five times.

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 that looks," Miss Psychiatrist couldn't help sighing again, "He took it like a baby and said it was a very, very special antique. Before I washed my face, I had to wipe the cannonballs first--my mother didn’t care about anything, and I said a few words next to her, and she said, 'Your father only has this hobby of collecting, don't disturb him.'

Fan Na doesn't know how to evaluate this matter. After all, she knows nothing about antiques. The most impressive close contact with antiques in her life was when she smashed her uncle's vase with a toy sword when she was a child. The memory of the fat beating is 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 a special vision. Inside."

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

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 brought you another amulet that is exactly the same?

"Yes, it's not that," Fanna nodded, while she reached out and pulled out the "Crystal" pendant from the clothes on her chest, "You've seen it before, I had a pendant that was exactly the same, but it was complete. 'The disaster, it was 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 hides its own ordinaryness..."

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

"Do you think there is something right?" Fanna couldn't help asking.

"...After the disaster, the cathedral was short-staffed, but we still sent people to investigate the situation of the antique shop. It turned out that everything was abnormal, from the purchase channel of the shop to the identity background of the shop owner himself. There is no problem at all. It is clear from the city files that the matter with the pendant really seems to be just a coincidence," Heidi said slowly, her eyes always falling on the pendant, "but I always feel a little concerned... Na, do you remember, I went to this antique shop with you once."

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

As she spoke, she turned and went to the entrance, a short conversation came from the direction of the gate, and after a while, he returned to Bu Heyuan.

After the voice fell, the room fell silent for an instant. Morris stopped what he was doing.

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

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

This incredible ghost captain always conveys his kindness through all kinds of weird ways, including but not limited to soup stewed with the children of the deep sea, cannonballs with a century-old stencil, and low-level counselors. At first, Morris thought it was a bit weird for people with academic qualifications to learn to read and write, but now he has perfectly adjusted his mentality.

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

The old woman raised her head and looked at the two ordinary collections on the antique shelf - a dagger and a cannonball. After a while, she suddenly said: "Will you tell your daughter the truth before? That 'miracle,, about.....his new identity."

Maintaining this mentality, Morris feels that he has not fully adapted to the atmosphere of the new team.

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

"She had to die," Morris said suddenly, "in a shipwreck three years ago

In an accident. "

Heidi didn't answer anything, just thought for a moment and stretched out her hand: "Can you show me?"

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

"I'm paying attention, not only, I always feel that there is something wrong with this antique shop, but I don't look at it with the attitude of a judge looking at heresy," Fanna said, holding the pendant I returned it to my friend, "But what you said is true, I may be a little nervous.

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

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

Fan Na didn't think too much, she took off the pendant and handed it over: "Of course, here you are."

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

"Yes, it's just a special talisman, even made of glass," Fanna said, and then she looked at her friend in front of her seriously, "Heidi, I'm a little too persistent, you know I This is an occupational disease as a judge, but you think... this shop owner is really a good person, you should trust me."

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

"Well, good luck with your work."

"Frost? This is a very far away place," the wife said, recalling for a while, and said uncertainly, "I remember that he had a friend in Frost, named Brown or Brunn?"

"I have to go," Fanna said as she stood up and picked up the suitcase that was placed next to her. "I still have an appointment this morning—I was isolated and observed at the cathedral. This captain of the day."

Morris was silent for two seconds, then said loudly: "... Frost."

Morris knew it was his wife without looking back.

Fan Na put the pendant back on, and then glanced at the mechanical clock hanging beside her: "Ah, it's this time?!" Footsteps sounded from behind. This cannot be avoided.

"A letter to you?" Morris was a little surprised. He noticed these large-denomination stamps and several functional stamps on the envelope at first glance, and couldn't help frowning. My friend wrote a letter, but he probably didn't reply so quickly...Huh?"

Fan Na took the crystal pendant, which still had a trace of warmth, and looked at it in the sun. After a long time, she seemed to be talking to herself: "There is no extraordinary breath."

"Brown Scott," he said slowly, his tone somehow darker and more serious, and his letter opener more hesitant to open the envelope, "like me, it's historical. Scholars are also obsessed with the field of occultism.”

As a product of the once broken "Prayer in Subspace", his wife has been lying on the bed in the form of human ashes for eleven years. If you really survived, you will naturally have doubts about your own survival.

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

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

"Of course I remember," nodded, "Really, I have some fate with this store—the owner, Mr., saved my life in the museum, and the owner's niece is one of my father's students. One, and the pendant I had before happened to come from this shop...but he also said that the Church conducted a secret investigation and found nothing wrong."

"The captain of the boundless sea ~IndoMTL.com~ And he is still at this age - it is very normal to need the help of a psychiatrist," Fan Na said, as if thinking of something, her expression slightly It was a bit complicated, but he quickly shook his head, "But compared to most captains of the same age, this Mr. Lawrence is actually in good condition. I don't know more, this is the patient's condition

Privacy. "

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

"...There is no need now," said, "Fan Na still has to touch this matter, and whether to say it or not... depends on what the captain wants."

"Are you leaving?"

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

"Oh, yes, Brown Scott, I have the impression that he is quite a fat man, giving people a kind of meticulous feeling," the wife suddenly said, "You still keep in touch with him? I remember he died many years ago. I moved to Frost, but before I moved, my relationship with him was really...