Deep Sea Embers

In the captain's room of the Lost Home, Duncan, who was sitting in front of the window with his hands folded and his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced at the familiar room furnishings, felt the condition of his body, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, he has transferred his main consciousness to the Lost Homeship again, and the body left in the city-state of Pland is left in the antique shop. He is controlling the body with a little unfamiliarity to clean up the shop on the first floor, and Hang a break sign at the door.

Duncan slowly stood up from the chair in the captain's dormitory. While moving his hands and feet, he looked at the desk not far away. He saw the pigeon Ai strolling on the edge of the desk. The sun mask that had been sent here was still silent. Lying on the table, in the afterglow of the sunset streaming in through the window, the golden surface of the mask glowed with psychedelic colors, as if there were illusory flames flowing in its golden lines.

In front of the antique store, Manager Duncan hung up the wooden sign indicating that he was closed for the evening. He turned around to say hello to a neighbor who happened to be returning home. With a faint smile on his face, he talked with this "old neighbor" about today's events. the weather, and recent business conditions.

In front of the antique store, his expression was a little stiff and his speech was a little slow, but the neighbors did not raise any suspicion - it was surprising enough that a bad gambler who was addicted to alcohol not long ago was now living a serious life. In comparison, a little slow reaction is nothing. How can a person whose body is damaged by alcohol be mentally energetic?

In the captain's dormitory, a smile appeared on Duncan's face. After controlling his "remote interaction shell" to complete a social attempt, he casually picked up the sun mask placed on the table.

There are still many things to do in the city-state of Puland, but not everything can be accomplished overnight, especially after dark. The city-state has a strict curfew system. It is best for your human body to stay in the store at night to prevent Eye-catching - the time after dusk is best reserved for the "body" of the Lost Home.

He planned to take this time to study the mask he had previously obtained from the sun priest.

The mask was cold to the touch and seemed to be made of pure metal. It was heavy to hold and had some weight.

Looking at the golden thing in his hand, Duncan's mind suddenly became active. The first thing he thought about was whether this thing was pure gold - if it was, after studying it, it might be able to melt it. Selling for a lot of money...

Although he now has no financial pressure in the city-state, money is never too much in human society. What if it comes in handy in the future?

The wool on the Sun cultists' bodies is of various kinds. They can be used to collect information, they can be reported in exchange for bounties, and they can get extraordinary items that are related to them. If there are extraordinary items that are surplus and useless, they can be processed a little. Of course it's normal to sell it all at once...

This is called three-dimensional development and sustainable wool harvesting.

After thinking for a moment, Duncan suddenly touched his chin and sighed thoughtfully: "Sun cultists are full of treasures..."

Ai Yi, who was walking, suddenly stopped, tilted his head and glanced at Duncan, and said in a sharp female voice: "Be a human being, be a human being!"

"You are not qualified to criticize me," Duncan glared at the pigeon, and then rubbed his fingertips, preparing to summon the spiritual fire. He first "cleaned" the mask from the inside out, and then took control of it. Then “test” it in depth.

A faint green flame ignited at the fingertips. Duncan was about to direct the flame into the mask when he suddenly heard a vague voice. The voice was weak and ethereal, as if it was whispering in his heart:

"...On the contrary, it may connect them with the Lost Home Number..."

Duncan's movements suddenly stopped.

He looked at the pigeon next to him: "Did you hear anything?"

The pigeon thought for a moment, then flapped its wings and sang loudly out of tune: "Listen to the sound of the sea crying, sighing for someone whose heart is broken again~"

"Stop, stop, stop... I shouldn't have asked you!" Duncan quickly held the pigeon down, thinking that the communication process between him and the bird was simply a quantum state, and neither what he said nor what he heard could be measured accurately. After holding the pigeon down, he immediately concentrated his energy and tried to track down the brief "perception" that emerged in his heart when the "whisper" just sounded.

He was sure that he had not heard any hallucinations just now! I am sure that I heard a voice just now, a young and quiet female voice!

At the same time as the sound sounded, he also vaguely perceived a "connection". This connection was much weaker than the connection between him and the "remote body", but it definitely existed!

Duncan put aside the matter of the golden mask for the time being, and took another look at the spiritual flame that was still burning quietly at his fingertips.

That weak connection seems to be based on the burning of fire.

He closed his eyes slightly and felt the "direction" that the flame brought to him. In the darkness that followed, he seemed to see a glimmer of light emerging in front of his eyes.

The dim light was vaguely a "window". There seemed to be a figure shaking in the window, but he couldn't see clearly or hear what was happening on the other side of the window.

But even so, Duncan felt the guidance of the flame in the dark - he opened his eyes and searched in the direction where the glimmer of light had appeared in the darkness, and suddenly saw a mirror hanging next to the door.

It was just an ordinary oval mirror with a simple and dark wooden frame. It was not an extraordinary item, just like the ones used in many ordinary people's homes.

But Duncan could feel that his flame now needed a medium to strengthen the weak connection that was suddenly established - thinking of the blurry scene he saw in the dark and the vaguely perceived direction, a mirror might be very suitable. .

The mirror occupies a very important position in many occult rituals. It is regarded as a symbol of "insight" and can also be used to extend the perceptual ability of the mind to observe the originally invisible and unknowable truth.

Duncan came to the mirror and touched the flame in his hand to the mirror.

The green spiritual fire was like flowing water, rippling on the glass mirror. A faint green light and shadow channel was instantly established. The next second, the dim window that Duncan saw in the darkness became extremely clear. Appearing on the mirror!

He leaned forward curiously.

In the slightly rippling light curtain, he saw a room illuminated by lights. An unusually tall lady was standing near the window. She was reading something in the afterglow of the sky, seemingly unaware of what was happening. A gaze peered through the glass next to her, observing the scene in the room.

Fanna's eyes scanned the document, confirming the contents word for word.

This announcement was jointly discussed and drafted by the bishops of each city-state, and was personally reviewed and approved by His Majesty the Pope who was sitting in the Cathedral of Storms. The negotiation process of the announcement was completed remotely in a state of spiritual resonance, and the entire process was watched and protected by the goddess. , to ensure that the text on the notice will not be disturbed by any anomalies and anomalies during the drafting process.

This extremely special notification document has only one function: to inform every voyager sailing on the boundless sea that a superior anomaly has escaped the control of the civilized world.

This is necessary.

Abnormal objects that are out of control in the boundless sea will not disappear forever from the eyes of the world. Although the deep sea will swallow everything, it will never swallow the "abnormalities" that fall into it. Those anomalies that escape control will often behave in more bizarre and difficult-to-prevent ways. Wandering on the edge of the civilized world, they chase and threaten the safety of voyagers like wolves wandering around the pasture. Almost every year, sailors on voyages lose their lives due to out-of-control abnormalities.

As the custodian and sealer of abnormal objects, every church should inform all the captains who may encounter them after the abnormal objects under their name get out of control - no one thinks that this will damage the "face" of the Holy See. Because this is the responsibility and obligation of the church.

Prompt notification of out-of-control situations may save a ship that unfortunately encounters an anomaly one day in the future, or make it possible for an out-of-control anomaly to be re-sealed and contained.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of notice will be issued to the port unit within 24 hours of the out-of-control event, but this notice involving "Abnormal 099" was a little later.

Because this out-of-control incident not only involves Anomaly 099-Doll Coffin, but also Anomaly 005-Homeless Number.

The pope and bishops must carefully consider the contents of the document to ensure that the information disclosed is accurate and to avoid attracting attention when people read the document.

With a face as deep as water, Vanna read the document word by word, confirming whether the words in the document conformed to the sacred and invisible prayer structure, and whether they could avoid the gaze of the ghost captain of the Lost Home.

On the window glass next to her, in the gap of light and shadow that neither she nor the regional bishop could detect, Duncan was leaning his head hard to glance at the contents of the document.

Captain Ghost was shocked.