Deep Sea Embers

After putting away his new "collection", Zhou Ming did not leave the room directly as usual, but sat down on the chair opposite the shelf, looking at the Lost Homelander and Prand on the shelf, One side was lost in thought.

He is trying to summarize and understand what these "collections" represent.

For a long time, this single apartment and the world opposite the door have been isolated from each other. Except that you can go through the door, nothing in the two worlds can pass through the thick fog barrier in the door to form an intercommunication. He has tried many times.

In a sense, the "models" of the Lost Homelander and Planter that appeared in the room are actually equivalent to breaking this rule—they are clearly related to the world opposite the door, and their properties are obviously... "Extraordinary attributes".

Extraordinary should not be a concept that should appear on this side of the gate.

And the emergence of these two collections has a common law - they are completely burned by the fire of the spiritual body, and then "controlled" by his own consciousness.

Zhou Ming pondered quietly, summed up the rules little by little, and finally, he believed that "burning" and "controlling" should indeed be the two necessary conditions for the appearance of collections.

The original White Oak was also burned by the flames of the Lost Home, but at that time he did not take the initiative to control that ship. He did not exert any influence or "instructions" on the White Oak, so after the burning, the ship In addition to leaving a strong imprint, there is no corresponding "collection" in the room on this side of the gate.

The Puland city-state was burned to the ground by the spiritual fire, and while burning, he actively controlled and purified the city-state, and even regarded the city-state as a part of the Lost Country, so Puland became a whole here. collection.

So... what is the use of this transformation? What is the meaning of things that have become collections to me?

Zhou Ming's eyes fell on Plante's "model", and then he closed his eyes slightly.

The breeze is blowing through the port district in the southeast of the city-state, the fine waves are lapping on the shore, the alarm clock in the fourth block has just sounded for the last time, and the steam factory in the upper city is running loudly.

He opened his eyes again, and the situation was as he expected.

He can perceive the state of the entire city-state, even accurate to any building, any street lamp—although he cannot perceive the "human" part of the city-state, but Purand's body is really like that vivid to him. The models are ordinary, all presented in front of my eyes.

This feeling... is like being in control of the Lost Home.

Zhou Ming thoughtfully rubbed his chin with his fingers unconsciously. After realizing the extent of his influence on that city-state, he naturally began to use the Lost Country as a reference.

Today's Prand can already be regarded as another Lost Home, so... what he can do on the Lost Home can undoubtedly be done in Prand.

He can order all the bell towers in the entire city-state to ring for him, order the city-state to sink into the spirit world, and even...

Zhou Ming stopped the subconscious movement of rubbing his chin.

It is even possible to order city-states to sink into the Warp.

Zhou Ming's eyes were fixed, and he quickly closed his eyes to suppress this terrible thought that came out of him, but even though the thought was suppressed, his heart was still pounding.

He can really do this, because he can also let the Lost Homeland do it, the subspace is there, and he can clearly perceive the "orientation" of that chaotic dimension—the unattainable "orientation" that the final missionaries are thinking about. The Promised Land, it was like coming home to him...

Not only that, when he had that horrifying thought just now, he instantly felt a faint call, just like when some people stand in front of a cliff, they will inexplicably have a terrible impulse to jump forward. I felt this impulse just now!

All it takes is one thought, one instruction, one compromising on impulse, one carelessness, and he... can reach the place that calls him.

At the same time, it will fall together with any things that are coerced by itself, controlled by itself, and polluted by itself.

Zhou Ming took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the chair.

The world is right to be terrified of the Lost Home and Captain Duncan, and they should be.

Zhou Ming took a last deep look at his collection rack, let out a breath, and turned around to walk to the door of the bachelor apartment.

On the chart table in the captain's room, the dark wooden goat's head heard the movement from the door. It raised its head and saw the tall figure of Captain Duncan appearing at the door. Its obsidian-carved eyes lit up, and it immediately began to move skillfully. Forced: "Ah! The great captain has returned to his loyal first mate! Your achievements are known to everyone, and your mighty power makes the boundless sea..."

Duncan didn't say a word, just sat down at the nautical table, silently watching the goat's head protruding there, his eyes were indifferent.

In the end, it was the goat's head that felt awkward first. Halfway through the balabala, it couldn't help but stop: "Uh...Captain, don't you usually say 'shut up' at this time..."

Duncan looked indifferent: "I suddenly wondered how long you could talk if I didn't tell you to shut up."

The goat's head immediately became excited when it heard this - it seemed that it didn't hear the ridicule in Duncan's words at all, or it didn't hear it: "Then you have hit the point, your sincere omission I have always been knowledgeable, even if I only talk about the recipes of the boundless sea, I can talk about it from morning to night. If you are interested, we can first separate from the 137 types of butter biscuits..."

"Okay, shut up," Duncan quickly interrupted, shaking his head helplessly, "I thought you would at least have the concept of 'embarrassment'."

The goat's head shook its head, and there was a creaking sound from its neck, and then its dark face turned completely to Duncan, and the pair of empty eyes stared at the latter's face: "Captain, you seem to have something on your mind? We have just completed an unprecedented feat, what else can affect your mood?"

"An unprecedented feat..." Duncan muttered softly, then shook his head, "You can feel the connection between the city-state of Purdue and the Lost Homeland now."

"Of course!" Goat's head replied immediately, not forgetting to boast, "I never thought that there would be such a day——your might is astonishing, and your hunting this time is an entire city-state! Then the next target is Where? Shall we go to Lenza or Cold Harbor first? Or Frost..."

Duncan waved his hand, and the goat's head immediately fell silent.

"I'm not interested in 'hunting' for the time being. I just want to tell you that I don't have the energy to keep an eye on such a big place all the time. If you sense something that shouldn't appear on Prand, you can remind I—Of course, the premise is that you have spare capacity, and your main task is still to take care of this ship."

"I'm so happy!" Goat's head said immediately, "This is easy for me, and I will definitely live up to your expectations..."

Duncan nodded slightly, then glanced at the wall clock on the wall next to him, and then looked out the window.

Before I knew it, the night had passed.

After a few seconds, Duncan suddenly turned around: "What time is it now?!"

The goat's head froze for a moment, a little unsure: "It should be... it's morning, the sun should be rising."

"...the sun hasn't risen," Duncan said in a deep voice, with an extremely serious expression, and then he suddenly turned his head, staring at the ticking wall clock, "...sunrise should be fourteen minutes ago."

The goat's head fell silent for an instant, but Duncan's eyes were still fixed on the ticking hands on the wall clock and a mechanical disc on the top of the wall clock depicting the rising sun.

The "sun" of this world, the super vision numbered 001, will rise and set at an extremely precise moment every day, and the wall clock of the Lost Home will be linked with the coordinates on the chart, Precisely indicating in the current sea area, at what time and a few minutes will Vision 001 leap to the surface of the sea—everything has never gone wrong since Duncan came to this world.

The sun did not rise in time today, and ordinary people may not have noticed this change, but Duncan noticed it, and the moment he noticed it, he suddenly felt a huge... Uneasiness.

He didn't even know how the uneasiness came out of nowhere.

"Perhaps...just wait for a while..." The voice of the goat's head rang again at this moment, and it seemed a little nervous, "You see, the weather at sea is always unpredictable, maybe there will be something blocked……"

Duncan didn't pay attention to what the goat's head was saying, he was still looking at the wall clock, but in the next second, a tiny ray of golden light suddenly appeared at the edge of his field of vision.

The ray of golden light came in through the window.

Duncan turned around immediately, walked to the window in two or three steps, opened the window and looked at the sea in the distance.

The sun has risen, and the huge light body bound by the double rune circle gradually rises into the sky as usual. The vast light shines on the entire boundless sea, and at the same time dispels the cold and pale atmosphere left by the creation of the world to this world.

He turned around and checked the time one last time.

Today's sunrise was fifteen minutes later than usual.

Why?

Is it the aftermath of the disaster in Pland? Is it related to the "creeping sun disc" summoned by the Sun Cultists? Is it related to Nina's awakening and control? Or...a precursor to another catastrophe?

Duncan returned to the table and couldn't help thinking wildly. He knew that these thoughts might be a bit too nervous, but after experiencing the historical pollution crisis in Pland just now, he is now very keen on all unusual phenomena.

"Maybe it's just the weather at sea. Look, the sun is still rising," Goat's Head said beside him. "Sometimes a large area of ​​thick fog will refract the light, causing..."

"The sun in Purland is also fifteen minutes late," Duncan interrupted the goat's head softly. "The weather over there is fine and the sea is calm—it's not the sun that's late, but the sun itself."

"...Damn it."