Deep Sea Embers Chapter 389: Aboard the Black Oak

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Climbing the rope ladder, Lawrence climbed up the black oak's dark hull as if it had been roasted by something, and came to the deck of the ship.

As soon as he landed, he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and took several breaths to catch his breath—this made him laugh self-deprecatingly and shook his head.

I am really old, and I have reached the point where I have to stop and rest after climbing a rope ladder. If I put it in the past...

Another sound of footsteps came from behind, Lawrence put away irrelevant thoughts, turned his head and saw Anomaly 077 also climbed up after him-this terrifying mummy stood cautiously on the edge of the ship, looking old Honest look.

It, or he—it really cooperated along the way, and it was a bit weird that a terrifying high-ranking anomaly was so honest, but when I thought that this mummy was the only one I had in this expedition "Companion", Lawrence restrained the weird feeling in his heart again, and made his expression serious.

"Is the boat fixed?" He looked at Abnormality 077, dealing with this special "sailor" just like he usually talked with his sailors.

"It's fixed," the mummy nodded immediately, and said in a hoarse voice, then he raised his head again, looked around quickly, with a slight hesitation in his tone, "...it seems that there is no one here, Captain."

"I'm not blind." Lawrence said lightly, while looking at the situation on the deck.

After stepping on the deck of the Black Oak, the strange dense fog and shadow texture still existed, but there was no sign of further thickening. In the floating fog, he could vaguely see the scene on the ship.

Everything is as it is in memory. The facilities of the Black Oak are almost the same as those of the White Oak, but they have a texture that seems to have been abandoned for many years. The paint on the railings has been mottled and peeled off. Deformation and warping can be seen in some places, and the appearance of the superstructure in the distance can also be seen to be covered with rust-like stains.

Except for the eerie mist, the ship feels like a poorly maintained "version" of another White Oak that has been abandoned for years at sea.

Besides, as Anomaly 077 said, no one can be seen on this ship.

"There is no one on board, so who threw down the rope ladder just now?" Anomaly 077 muttered, "Besides, when you gave the order to signal this ship, it responded with a light—response signal at that time Who is the Yiyi?"

"As an 'anomaly,' your thinking is quite organized," Lawrence couldn't help but look back at the "sailor" with a rather surprised tone, "but you don't think you use 'logic' to think about a ship. Is the ghost ship weird?"

Anomaly 077 shrugged and fell silent.

But Lawrence didn't give this mummy a chance to silence—he didn't bring this mummy aboard the Black Oak just to avoid the danger caused by this guy staying on the White Oak, but to let him do something Useful.

"Can your ability work on this ship?" Lawrence stared into the eyes of Abnormal 077, "Can you control this ship?"

"You want me to 'take over, it?'" Anomaly 077 was a little surprised.

"You can't take it away, but I want you to confirm whether your ability can survive here

Effect,” Lawrence said with a serious face, “perceive the state of this ship.”

Anomaly 077-Sailor, the greatest ability of this anomaly is to control and take over things with the concept of "ship". The ability to perceive and influence, then... In the eyes of the "sailor", will this Black Oak show some "special features"?

Starting from this line of thinking, perhaps Anomaly 077 can help him uncover the truth here.

The mummy obeyed the order. He stood on the deck, opened his hands, and closed his eyes slightly as if to feel the direction of the wind in the fog. Not far from him, Lawrence looked at the deck with somewhat complicated eyes. those familiar things.

The Black Oak... He is standing on this ship now, no matter how many times he dreams of going back to the past, he will never forget the scenes on this ship, and no matter how many times he sails, he is paranoid about finding this ship. The idea of ​​the ship—but at this moment, standing here, he had to question everything, his own judgment, his perception, and even the existence of this ship.

Because the appearance of the Black Oak is too suspicious and weird, and its state at the moment is absolutely abnormal. Although he is unwilling to admit it emotionally, his reason tells him...it is very likely that it is not him at all The "Black Oak" I was looking for.

This is just a..."phenomenon" created by some kind of out-of-control extraordinary vision.

Lawrence was full of thoughts, until the "sailor" next to him suddenly opened his eyes and made a suspicious sound, his messy thoughts finally stopped.

"What's going on?" Lawrence asked immediately. "I... don't know how to explain..." The sailor lowered his head in astonishment, staring at the deck he stepped on, "Captain, I...I can't feel the existence of this ship..."

"What do you mean?! You can't feel the existence of this ship?" Lawrence's eyes widened instantly. He thought that the "sailor" might not be strong enough to control this strange ghost ship, but he didn't expect the other party Actually gave such an answer directly, "Where are we standing now?"

"So I don't know how to explain..." The sailor seemed to be taken aback by Lawrence's expression, but he continued to bite the bullet, "We are standing here, there is no doubt that it exists, but In my perception, it doesn't actually exist, at least... at least it's not here..."

Lawrence frowned. He knew that the mummy in front of him should not have deceived him. This was what the other party was really thinking at the moment, but... this did not reduce the doubts in his heart at all.

After a short pause, he took a breath, held the lantern in one hand, and turned his head to look in a certain direction at the end of the deck.

The soft yellow light emitted by the lantern fluttered in the mist, as if guiding an invisible road.

"Captain, where are we going?"

"The bridge," Lawrence said calmly, "the captain should be on the bridge."

Before the words fell, he had already taken steps towards the direction of the light, and the "sailor" was stunned for a moment before quickly following up, and while walking a little bit, he asked curiously: "You mean... ···The captain of this ship? Do you know the captain of this ship?"

Lawrence paused for a moment, then walked forward: "I know, very familiar."

The sailor let out an oh, and then became quiet again obediently.

A moment later, Lawrence had arrived at the gate leading to the bridge.

The red metal door slightly opened a gap in front of him, as if inviting him to enter.

"Go and open the door."

Lawrence held the lantern in one hand and pulled out the revolver from his waist with the other hand, signaling the mummy beside him to come forward with his eyes.

"Ah... ok."

The mummy sighed quite humanely, stepped forward and grabbed the handle of the door, and pushed the door open without seeing how hard he was.

Lawrence looked inside.

The bridge is empty, no one can be seen, only a thin mist floating between the chairs and the control equipment, and on the bridge at the front end of the bridge, the unmanned steering wheel is slightly swaying from side to side As if fine-tuning the course.

"There's no one here." The mummy muttered beside him.

"I'm not blind." Lawrence said, and walked into the bridge.

He raised the lantern and used the light to dispel the darkness around him. His eyes swept over the mottled and old equipment and seats, and then he slowly came to the steering wheel.

The captain should stand here.

But there is no captain here.

Lawrence stood quietly for a while, and he didn't know whether he was disappointed or sighed in relief: "Oh, you are not here."

"No, I'm here."

A slightly cold female voice comes from the side

Passed over.

Lawrence was shocked instantly, and even the faint green flame that could not be extinguished on his body suddenly rose several inches, and the next second he suddenly looked in the direction of the sound—

Wearing a captain's uniform, with slightly curly long hair hanging behind her head, a young-looking female adventurer is standing there with her hands folded, looking at this side with a calm expression and helplessness~IndoMTL.com~ Ah, there is a woman coming out," Anomaly 077 said in astonishment, and then seemed to realize something, and quickly glanced at Lawrence, "Captain, do I need to keep quiet?"

Lawrence glanced at the mummy: "Yes, be quiet."

"Yes, Captain."

Although the interruption by Abnormality 077 was inappropriate, it more or less diluted the awkward and stiff atmosphere just now. Lawrence took the opportunity to try to calm himself down, and then quickly thought about how to speak in his mind—the first sentence should be say what?

In the past days, he had talked with "Martha" countless times, and they had been together for many, many years in hallucinations, but at this moment, Lawrence suddenly realized that he was stuck—he He couldn't get along with Martha as naturally as he used to when he was hallucinating.

And it was this moment of stuckness that made him suddenly realize one thing.

The Martha in front of me...is an "individual" that has nothing to do with his subconscious mind and is acting independently!