Deep Sea Embers

Duncan felt he had been careless.

He only thought about Alice's lack of common sense to live in the human world, but he never thought about the extent to which this lack of common sense can reach. Money does not know.

But it's quite reasonable.

After all, she doesn't need to spend money lying in the coffin...

"Hey...while Shirley and Nina are not here, I'll continue to make up lessons with you," Duncan sighed, and reluctantly gave up his plan to go out in the afternoon. "First, let you know the basics of the human world. A few things like currency..."

He paused, then sighed again: "Hey, looking at it like this, I really need to start a literacy cram school for you and Shirley later."

"Oh, Shirley, that's the short girl just now, right?" Alice immediately checked the number with a happy face, and it seemed to be a very happy thing for her to get to know someone new, "I I heard you say she's a... what's her name, 'illiterate', like me?"

"This is not something to be happy about!" Duncan knocked on the table, "And even Shirley is better than you—at least she knows how to evade fares in a car!"

Alice: "What is fare evasion?"

Duncan: "..."

...

Heidi sneezed solidly.

She got up and closed the window of the living room, rubbed her nose and muttered about the recent hot and cold weather, then raised her head worriedly, and looked at her father who was sitting at the coffee table not far away.

The school is already on vacation, and the annual autumn vacation of the public schools in Purland will last for more than two months. During this period, my father does not have to go to school to report, and there is no social entertainment on weekdays, so he usually spends time in the city-state at this time in previous years In the major libraries, they either stay at home and spend their days leisurely like today.

But for some reason, Morris's state today looks quite wrong.

He is holding a newspaper, but his eyes are not focused on the newspaper at all. He has been sitting on the sofa and has maintained that stiff posture for nearly an hour. He seems to have been thinking about something, even the daytime maid just now inquiries were not responded to.

Heidi frowned.

It seems that since he came back from Mr. Duncan's antique shop, his father has been in this state all the time. He is in a trance, occasionally showing strange expressions, ignoring others, and thinking hard.

Didn't even go to the study - as if instinctively resisting books.

"Are you okay?" Heidi finally couldn't hold back, got up and came to Morris, bent down and asked with concern, "Are you feeling well?"

After asking twice in a row, Morris finally heard his daughter's voice. He hurriedly raised his head and waved his hand after feeling the buzzing in his head subside a little: "I'm fine... oh, you didn't go to church or city hall today ? Didn’t go to the clinic either?”

"The work of the church and the city hall has been completed a long time ago, and the clinic is closed today." Heidi's brows did not stretch, "I remember you asked again this morning."

"Oh yeah, I forgot."

Morris tapped his temple lightly, speaking with some hesitation.

He knew his condition was not very good, but he couldn't explain it to his daughter.

He couldn't freely disclose information about the existence of a subspace - not only because it might offend that "Mr. Duncan", but also because the information would be polluted and affect Heidi.

A low humming sounded in his head, which interrupted Morris's thinking, but the noise soon died down, allowing his thoughts to stabilize again.

Thought noise, after returning from the antique shop.

But in fact, compared with yesterday, this sequelae has been weakened by an unknown number of times.

Morris knew that he should be thankful—he not only saved his life after facing the shadow of the subspace, but even saved his sanity. It was the protection of the God of Wisdom and the goodwill of "Mr. Some symptoms caused by "critical madness" were left behind, but after a simple self-judgment, he confirmed that these symptoms would quickly alleviate over time, and there was nothing to be nervous about.

But before the symptoms completely disappeared, Heidi might have to worry about her poor state for a while.

Morris frowned suddenly. He remembered that his daughter was an excellent psychiatrist—she couldn't continue to notice that his mental state was different.

At this moment, Heidi's voice came again: "Did you talk to Mr. Duncan yesterday? I feel that you are always absent-minded after you come back..."

"Some...topics in the field of knowledge, very profound knowledge," Morris could not restrain the information related to the "creeping sun disc", recalling the information about the black sun that Mr. Duncan revealed to himself. Information about the status quo, he used great perseverance to control the "knowledge" that seemed to have independent life in his own sea of ​​consciousness, and smiled at Heidi, "It's quite brain-intensive, I haven't thought about it yet. I understand, so my mind is always distracted today... let's not talk about this, I suddenly remembered, didn't you make an appointment with your friends to go to the theater on the rest day?"

Heidi was stunned for a moment: "... friend? I don't remember... I made an appointment with a friend to go to the theater... Did you remember wrongly?"

"Did I remember wrong?" Morris rubbed his temples. For some reason, he suddenly felt a throbbing heat near his temples, and his memory was in a trance, as if something forgotten was waking up in his consciousness. Come over, "But I clearly remember that you said the day before yesterday that there was a friend...what's his name, a very tall one, who is also very familiar with me..."

Morris rubbing his temples gradually became irritable, and began to lightly tap his forehead with his fist, muttering in his mouth, which made Heidi, who was just a little confused, feel inexplicably nervous, and she quickly squatted down and held it. The hand of the old man: "Are you okay? Do you have a headache? Do you want... I will give you a hypnotic relaxation or calming guide? Or find another doctor..."

"I don't need a doctor, I don't need it," Morris waved his hand vigorously, and the noise appeared in his mind again, but this time the noise was different from the previous "thought noise". He is desperately trying to convey some information, desperately awakening something, he feels as if another consciousness has awakened in his mind - that consciousness is still himself, but there is a subtle deviation from his current thinking, "I just need to recall Wake up, remember something very important... Heidi, you have a friend, listen, you have a friend, very important..."

The worry and tension on Heidi's face became more and more serious. She clenched Morris's other hand tightly, and her words unconsciously carried the power of calming the nerves: "Of course I have friends, but what are you talking about?" Which one is it..."

Morris could no longer hear Heidi's words.

He felt a sudden roar in his mind, which was the sound that all the noise was compressed into for an instant, and then, the thinking noise that had troubled him for a long time completely disappeared, and a large number of strange memories emerged from the depths of his consciousness It surged out, and he seemed to see that scene again in a trance—a giant, full of starlight, a giant twisted and fused by crushed mirrors, and then he saw green flames, the flames burned, and the mist Paused.

This time, his sanity was not impaired by the sight of the giant. On the contrary, the impression that appeared in his mind seemed to break through an invisible curtain with inexplicable power.

The old man suddenly raised his head and stared into Heidi's eyes: "Where is Fanna?"

Heidi was taken aback: "...Who is Fan Na?"

"The judge of the city-state, one of your best friends, the niece of the Consul Dante..." Morris said slowly, his breath had stabilized, his eyes had returned to the depth and sharpness of the past, and the noise disappeared The figure of the giant also disappeared, only two simultaneous and completely different memories remained in his mind, and he could clearly identify all the differences in those memories, as if he was reading two copies in front of him. Unfolding the scrolls of history—separating history and finding truth, one of the things he does best, "You don't remember, do you?"

Heidi hesitated: "I... don't know who you are talking about, but your state worries me..."

"Don't worry about me, I'm in very good condition now, but we should worry about Fanna," Morris suddenly stood up, his expression more serious than ever, "Heidi, there may be a big problem with our city-state, we have to act stand up."

Heidi got up subconsciously. She could feel that her father's spirit had indeed cheered up inexplicably, but she didn't know what happened: "Action? What to do?"

"Go to the cathedral, find Bishop Valentine, and tell him..." Morris said quickly, but stopped in the middle of the sentence, and after weighing nervously and seriously, he shook his head, "No, Van Na's accident may also be due to awareness of the truth... When you find Bishop Valentine, you tell him that you want to seek asylum, the highest level of asylum, and you tell him that I asked you to do this, which is the most outstanding history of the city-state of Purdue The scholar told you to do this, don't say anything else..."

Heidi listened in a daze. She had sensed that something dangerous and urgent might be happening, and these things could not be said directly, so she controlled the urge to ask questions, and was going to follow her father's instructions first. But then she noticed that Morris picked up the coat next to him, and suddenly opened his eyes slightly: "What about you? Then what are you going to do?"

"...Go to the antique shop." Morris said in a deep voice.