Deep Sea Embers Chapter 388: Virtual Image Boundary
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Duncan, who left the captain's cabin, did not go anywhere else, but turned around and held the handle of the "Door of the Lost" again, and then pushed it inward
Zhou Ming returned to his bedroom.
Looking around, the familiar scenery came into view. Everything in the room was exactly the same as when I left last time, and it seemed that I hadn't returned here for a long time.
Crossing the entrance slowly, stepping on the mottled and worn floor, Zhou Ming first came to the closed window as usual. He checked the traces on the window sill and confirmed the state of the window lock—— Knowing that it was meaningless to do so, he still carefully completed all the inspections, and solemnly picked up the diary hanging by the window, and wrote today's inspection results in the blank part of the book.
The doors and windows remained unchanged, and this room was never opened during his absence.
After leaving this new record, he exhaled lightly, and then slowly came to the desk.
On the desk, some small green sparks are crackling and jumping, and the gradually spreading flame is outlining the outline of an object bit by bit, and the whole outlining process is nearing completion.
It was a ship, an advanced-looking steam-powered mechanical ship with a beautiful white hull and a tall chimney.
Zhou Ming looked at this scene calmly, with no surprise on his face.
The "model" of the White Oak appeared in this room, but...why? Why is it suddenly here? What has changed on this ship?
Zhou Ming raised his head and looked at the shelf not far away, the "Lost Country" and the "model" of Prand on the shelf
Still lying quietly between the grids.
The "items" completely burned by the fire of the spirit body and completely controlled by oneself will appear on the desk of this single apartment in the form of an accurate model. That's right, and the White Oak...
Zhou Ming recalled his first encounter with that ship.
It is true that the White Oak was once burned by the fire of his spirit body, and even the whole ship was "swallowed" by the Lost Country, but perhaps it was his control over the fire of the spirit body at that time Not proficient enough, after the "burning" at that time, the White Oak did not become a "collection" on his desk, but only left a mark, and this state has continued to this day.
Zhou Ming sat down in front of the desk, quietly watching the green sparks jumping on the table and completely outlining the last outline of the White Oak, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
He can be sure that he has not paid attention to the movement of the White Oak during this period of time, nor has he actively "triggered" the flame mark on that ship, so this change is not caused by himself—it is Bai Oak, that ship obviously encountered something that caused the imprint on the ship to be activated, and even directly "activated" until the entire ship became one of the "collections" here.
Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, trying again to locate the White Oak and perceive its current state.
A moment later, he opened his eyes with a serious look on his face.
Even in this dormitory, he still couldn't confirm exactly where the White Oak was. When he was in the state, he got a somewhat weird feedback.
He actually felt that the whole ship was surrounded by sea water.
On the desk, the jumping of the green sparks stopped, and the precise model of the White Oak lay quietly in front of Zhou Ming, every detail was lifelike.
After a little hesitation, Zhou Ming stretched out his hand to hold the model of the White Oak, and observed it carefully in front of his eyes.
But he didn't see any violations.
After fiddling with it for a while, Zhou Ming shook his head and realized that he couldn't confirm the status of the ship here—he had to go to Hanshuang to confirm the situation.
He got up from the desk, holding the white oak number in his hand, and was about to put this new "collection" on the shelf first, but just walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped beside a mirror.
He looked at the mirror, in the mirror, what he was holding in his hands was not the White Oak, but a strange ship shrouded in thick black fog and large shadows!
The outline of the ship is vaguely similar to the White Oak, as if it is a ship of the same origin, but it presents an unreal texture like a phantom, and there are damage and ruins everywhere on the ship. Zhou Ming stared at the ship in the mirror, as if he had been sleeping on the bottom of the sea for many years, then lowered his head after a while, and saw that his hand was indeed just a model of the White Oak.
After a short moment of astonishment and thought, Zhou Ming suddenly put the model of the White Oak aside. One - test.
Neither of them changed much in the mirror.
Only the White Oak showed a strange "another look" in the mirror.
Zhou Ming brought the model of the White Oak to the mirror again, and thoughtfully looked at the black ship shadow in the mirror.
It looks like a "reflection" of the White Oak in another dimension.
In thinking, he slowly reached out his hand to the phantom in the mirror.
He only touched the cold and hard mirror surface.
Driving the boat alone, Lawrence watched the towering hull of the Black Oak gradually enlarge in his field of vision, and the thick fog that seemed to be filled with shadows gradually enveloped his surroundings. The lantern struggled to disperse the darkness around him, but it could only outline a hazy route for him.
He turned his head and saw that the White Oak had turned into a vague phantom in the mist—the two ships were so close when he stood on the bridge of the White Oak and looked over, At this moment, he felt that there seemed to be a gap between the two. The gap was not a barrier of physical distance, but some kind of... a barrier between reality and reality.
And now he is gradually crossing this barrier.
His mood calmed down, the surroundings became more and more strange, and the environment became darker, but his mood became more and more calm, as if all the roads were clear, and fate had shown him all the choices—he wanted to Go aboard the Black Oak, no matter what awaits you there.
But the only one who seemed to have calmed down was himself, and there was another passenger in the boat who didn't seem so calm.
"Just let me go back! Put a rope on me, and you can hang me on the mast!" Anomaly 077 yelled, this ugly mummy has been chattering endlessly since just now, "As long as I can go back When I fall asleep, I will listen to you...even if you let me convert to the goddess of storm...the **** of death is also fine! I don't want to keep my eyes open anymore!"
Lawrence finally turned his head and responded to the mummy for the first time since departure: "Can you still convert to God?"
The mummy froze for a moment, then immediately nodded: "As long as you let me go back to sleep, I can convert to any **** in my sleep!"
Lawrence thought about it, and thought of a joke popular among sailors, with a smile on his face: "Then you try to convert to the God of Wisdom?"
Anomaly 077 froze for a moment, then moved slightly after an unknown period of time, and squeezed out a few words from his dry throat: "I can try plane geometry first..."
"Even the God of Wisdom dares to try, it seems that you are really pushed." Lawrence shook his head, and couldn't help being curious, "But why are you so afraid? I read from the information that you are It belongs to the kind of abnormality that tends to lose control, but now you desperately want to go back to sleep?"
Anomaly 077 didn't answer, but curled up in a corner on the boat, staring nervously at the quietly burning green flame on Lawrence's body.
Lawrence looked down at his body that had not yet recovered, and raised his head: "Because of the fire
Flame? Or is it because of the symbolic power behind the flame? "
Anomaly 077 muffled: "Don't you understand this very well?"
"I didn't expect that even an 'anomaly like you' would know the prestige of the Lost Homeland," Lawrence said with some emotion, "I saw a description of you in the data, saying that you have a mind after losing control, and you can be with you." Talking to people, but I didn't expect your mind to reach this level... If you are not a mummy, I almost think you are a human being."
Anomaly 077 lowered his head, as if he had resigned to his fate, but never spoke again.
Lawrence didn't care about the "sailor's" reaction. He now has countless mysteries to think about. A strange out-of-control anomaly that deviates from the data records is insignificant compared to those mysteries.
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How many years has it been since you felt this way?
It seems that after saying goodbye to the Black Oak, the adventurer Lawrence has disappeared in this world, and the unknown and the distant place have become words in his memory. Once again, he woke up from the depths of an old captain's heart.
He raised his head and saw that the towering hull of the Black Oak was less than a few meters away from the boat. He steered the boat to approach slowly. At the familiar place in his memory, he stopped, picked up the oars and beat hull.
A rope ladder was thrown from above and landed on the bow of the boat.
Lawrence turned his head and looked at Abnormality 077 who was huddled in the corner.
"Aboard, sailor."
Anomaly 077 stood up reluctantly, lowered his head: "Yes, Captain."