Deep Sea Embers Chapter 63: Return to Hong Kong

Duncan stared for a long time at the huge scar in the sky emitting a dim glow, as if trying to distinguish some details he had seen from the chaotic mist to confirm the amazing conjecture in his mind ——

Is the scene outside the ship's bottom a creation of the world?

If the warp is just outside the bottom of the ship, is the creation of the world also part of the warp? Or at least there is some connection?

But in the end, he couldn't see any clues, and the conjecture in his mind could only be conjecture.

The scar is too far away, even if you take out a monocular, it is impossible to see more details, and from what is currently visible, it is only related to the outside of the bottom of the Lost Country. So a little plausible "closeness", not so much that the two are similar, it is better to say that after exploring the bilge, his nerves are too tense, so that he looks suspicious at everything.

Duncan blew the sea breeze on the deck for a long time, and slowly regained his calm while thinking. He was also paying attention to the movement of the goat's head, and found that his "first mate" seemed to have calmed down. At this moment, he is seriously controlling the Lost Homes.

But Duncan still keenly sensed a vague sense of tension pervading the ship—a tension that seemed to have no source and permeated the entire "living" ghost ship, that The towering masts, the staggered sails, the ropes stacked on the deck... These things that were silent in the dark seemed to be whispering tense and suppressed, discussing the matter of "that door".

This is the first time Duncan has directly sensed the emotional changes of the "ship" in his mind.

It appears that his connection to the ship deepened further after returning from the bilge.

Now, the whole ship is watching the captain, watching what happened after the captain peeked across the door.

With the evening wind blowing, Duncan took a deep breath and walked slowly towards the captain's cabin. His fingers tapped lightly on the handrail beside the ship's side, as if talking to himself: "Relax, It's nothing special."

This time, he finally felt the change more clearly: the tension that filled the ship slowly subsided, the ropes were no longer tight, the sails were up, and the slight creaking from below Then gradually ceased.

The ship seems to have finally been confirmed, and the captain is still the captain.

Duncan returned to the door of the captain's room, but instead of pulling the door to enter as usual, he held the door handle after a little hesitation, and pushed the door inward with a slight force.

The door opened, and inside was a surging black mist.

Duncan walked towards the black fog, and the pigeon Aye, who had been resting on his shoulders, suddenly flapped his wings and flew to the mast not far away, shouting as he flew: "Ahead The road is broken, the road ahead is broken!"

Duncan glanced curiously at the pigeon that suddenly ran away, but took a step forward.

He returned to his familiar bachelor apartment.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and confirmed his body at the moment: familiar hands, familiar shirt, familiar trousers, not as strong as Captain Duncan, but an ordinary human being.

He looked up again, looking at the situation in the room.

Everything is exactly the same as when he left, not even more dust.

Zhou Ming thoughtfully observed the furnishings in the room, and then suddenly turned his head to look at the door—he looked at the door of the bachelor’s apartment, recalling the door he saw in the bottom deck of Homeless, recalling The position and angle of that crack.

He stood in the corresponding position, first assuming that there was a person opposite the door, and then looked in the direction opposite to the door.

From the crack of the door, you can really see the center of the room, and you can see the somewhat messy desk, with computers and other sundries on the desk - and he usually works in front of the desk, reading Write, or grade students' homework and exam papers.

Zhou Ming slowly opened the door a crack, little by little, put his eyes on the crack of the door.

At this moment, he felt his heart pounding - even though reason told him that this was an illogical idea, he still couldn't help but wonder... Across the door, would it suddenly appear one eye? Will there be a sudden appearance of a ghostly captain with a gloomy and serious expression? Could it be... a pirate sword suddenly stabbed in?

He posted it, looking out.

Outside, there was only a rolling black mist, as always.

Zhou Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart - a feeling that his expectations had failed, and he seemed to have lost some fun.

He shook his head vigorously, throwing this somewhat weird state of mind behind him, and then slowly came to the desk - the things he left in the room before he left were still there, including the graffiti. The waste paper, the organized diary, and the computer screen that remained lit even when the power was cut off.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Zhou Ming exhaled, but suddenly his expression froze.

There are changes!

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the desk. In that inconspicuous corner, there is now a small thing - it is an incomparably delicate decoration, a lifelike model, a... Township number.

Zhou Mingru was struck by lightning, and sat on the chair for half a minute without moving. He was 10,000% sure that this piece of furniture did not originally exist on his desk... Especially, this piece of furniture was from Homeless. "Model"!

After a long time, he suddenly blinked his eyes, reached out and carefully took the "model" that appeared on the desk at some point in his hand, and put it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

This vivid "ghost ship" is only half a foot long, and the weight in his hand is not much different from that of an ordinary model. At the same time, it is so detailed that Zhou Ming observed it carefully for a long time, and he even Every rope, every bucket can be seen from that deck...

Perhaps the only difference between this ship and the real Lost Country is size.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to have thought of something. He brought the ship to his eyes, and carefully "buttoned" the door of the captain's room at the stern with his fingers. His eyes looked through the small door. Look inside and look carefully inside.

On the miniature nautical table, no goat head can be seen.

Likewise, Alice cannot be seen from the ship.

Zhou Ming felt a little weird in his heart. He didn't know why he thought "Alice" would appear on this miniature version of Homeless. This was obviously an outrageous idea.

Perhaps the appearance of the ship itself is too outrageous?

Zhou Ming pondered for a long time while holding the small Lost Homes number.

He doesn't know how the ship appeared on his desk, but it's clear that the connection between his locked bachelor apartment and the "world beyond the door" is deeper than he imagined.

The change may have occurred after he "taken the helm", or after he peered into the warp through the crack of the door.

He leaned back on the back of the seat ~IndoMTL.com~ to calm himself down.

He found that he could still "feel" what was going on across the door, he could feel the Homeless, he could feel the goat's head, and even... he could feel the city-state of Pland, some distance away, that Another pair from an antique store..."The Body".

After pondering for a long time, Zhou Ming blinked his eyes as if he had woken up suddenly. He looked at the ghost ship that was still in his hands, and then looked at an empty shelf at the end of the room.

The shelf had been bought for several years, but until the vision came, he didn't find a chance to fill it up. At this moment, there were only a few decorative crystal bottles bought online by deceived people, and the rest of the grids were all empty.

Zhou Ming held the Lost Homes number and carefully placed this exquisite "model" on the shelf.

After he put it away, he took two steps back and looked at his "results" carefully, and seemed very satisfied with the place he had chosen.

It's a mystery how this thing got here, but at least...he can decorate his cabin again during these trapped days.

…

A loud and melodious whistle broke the calm on the sea. Fanna, who had arrived at the port early, immediately walked to the edge of the observation deck and looked at the situation on the pier.

The entire port has been dispatched and emptied in advance. The once busy main port of Prand is now empty. The ordinary stevedores and transfer workers are no longer on the wharf. Instead, there are sheriff troops and church subordinates who are fully armed and ready to go. the guardians.

Twelve steam walkers block all roads leading to the dock area.

On the sea outside the harbor, among the slightly undulating waves, a beautiful steam-machine ship is slowly approaching.

White Oak.