Deep Sea Embers

Alice and Fanna hid in the dark at the corner of the street, where they will wait for instructions while paying attention to the movement around the building.

Duncan and Morris came to the building with the black door.

The building is very quiet—this is a matter of course, after all, the sun has not yet risen, and the night in this world is never suitable for ordinary people to do activities. Most normal people have no nightlife after nightfall, and it is normal to go to bed early and wait for dawn.

But will the "replica" returned from the deep sea work and rest like ordinary people?

Duncan raised his head and noticed the eye-catching button on the corner of the door frame, so he stretched out his hand and pressed it twice.

Faintly, one could hear the sharp and rapid ringing of the electric bell coming from the building——in this silent night, the sound of the electric bell seemed particularly abrupt.

"Maybe we shouldn't visit the door during curfew." Morris touched his forehead, with a little hesitation in his tone, "If you disturb the neighbors, it will arouse suspicion."

"But that friend of yours probably won't be able to wait too long, it's better if it could be earlier," Duncan said lightly. The status of a member of the Xianghao."

Morris opened his mouth, but said nothing. At this moment, Duncan stretched out his hand again and pressed the electric bell at the door twice.

Finally, they heard a rush of footsteps coming from inside the building, accompanied by the sound of something being knocked down—then the light in the living room was turned on, and soft light shone through the window next to it. on the street.

The door lock clicked, and the black door was opened a crack, a vigilant eye looked out through the crack, and at the same time, a young and nervous voice came: "Who is it?"

It sounded like a young woman.

Duncan and Morris looked at each other. The former was a little surprised, while the latter was thoughtful, as if thinking of something.

"Is it Galone?" Morris asked tentatively. "Is Mr. Brown Scott at home? I'm your teacher's friend."

As he spoke, he turned to Duncan again, lowered his voice and said quickly, "It might be Brown Scott's student, I heard him mention it."

Duncan nodded knowingly. At the same time, the owner of the young voice behind the door obviously hesitated for a while after hearing what Morris said, before hesitating to speak: "Sorry, it's too late, and the teacher is sleeping, Is there anything we can talk about tomorrow morning?"

Morris frowned. The situation was different from what he expected at the beginning. He didn't expect Brown Scott's students to still live in this house six years after Brown Scott's death, but after a short thought, he Then he organized the language: "We arrived too late, and we haven't found a good place to live yet - besides, your teacher wrote me a letter before, and he invited me to come."

As he spoke, the old scholar paused for a moment, and continued: "My name is Maurice Underwood, and your teacher should have mentioned it to you."

The voice inside the door quieted down, that "Galoni" seemed to be recalling and thinking, and it took several seconds before her voice sounded again: "Then...you wait a moment, I will open the chain."

The sound of metal clashing and chain friction sounded in the night. The person inside the door opened the safety lock on the inside, and the door finally opened. In the warm and bright light, Duncan saw a... tall and a bit weird figure.

That figure was only a few centimeters shorter than Fanna, and her height of nearly 1.9 meters was particularly eye-catching, and unlike Fanna who was tall but still slender, this young lady standing at the door could see strength and strength all over her body. Her muscular contours—but what is more interesting is not just her height, but her gray-white skin like a rock, and the faint golden lines on the surface of the skin.

But apart from these striking non-human features, her face is no different from that of an ordinary young human woman, and even looks a little... delicate.

Because she woke up in the middle of the night, this stone-like young lady was only wearing a loose nightgown, and her long brown hair was scattered behind her head in a mess. She held the door frame and looked at it with cautious eyes. Two uninvited guests standing at the door.

Just as Duncan was looking at her curiously, she was also looking at Duncan curiously-a burly visitor in a black trench coat and a wide-brimmed top hat. There was not even any facial features visible in the gaps in the clothes, only layers of bandages.

Even though Frost people are accustomed to "bandages", the visitor's appearance is a bit too oppressive.

Her muscles tensed visibly.

"Ah, I forgot to say," Morris' voice suddenly sounded, breaking the somewhat awkward and somewhat tense atmosphere in time, and he turned to Duncan, "Brown's student, Galone, is a Senjin—in the northern city-state Not very often."

Then he looked at Galone who was standing at the door: "This is Mr. Duncan, he is..."

"Mr. Morris's friend, an explorer on a trip, is very interested in Mr. Brown Scott's research, so he stopped by," Duncan said proactively, "I hope this doesn't bother you."

"...the teacher is resting, I don't know when he will wake up, but he did mention that Mr. Morris might come to visit," Galone said, in stark contrast to her tall and strong figure, her voice always seemed a little soft She hesitated slightly, with a fearful sense of self-confidence. When she was talking, she didn't even dare to look at Duncan and Morris, but she just muttered and stepped aside, "Come in first, it's cold outside. .”

Morris thanked him and stepped into the house with Duncan.

The sound of the door shaft turning broke the silence of the night, the black door was closed, and the street became quiet again.

Entering the gate, the first thing you see is a rather simple living room. The furnishings in the living room seem to have been used for more than ten or twenty years. One side of the living room is connected to the kitchen and dining room, and the other side is connected The stairs to the second floor, under the stairs can also see a narrow door, which may lead to the basement or wine cellar.

Under the bright light of the electric light, there are no suspicious dark corners in this living room. Everything you see is very warm and...ordinary.

Duncan and Morris did not show excessive curiosity. They simply looked around and sat down in the living room under the leadership of Galoni. Afterwards, the tall Sen'jin lady walked into the kitchen and began to cook in a hurry. Tea and snacks are prepared.

"Would you like some sweet pancakes and sausages? That's all I have now..." Galone called out to the two guests from the kitchen, with a slight apology in her voice.

"Just have a cup of hot water, it doesn't have to be so troublesome." Morris waved his hand, and when Galone walked over, he asked casually, "By the way, have you lived here all this time?"

"Well, I've been living here," Galone nodded, "The teacher was away for a while before, and he gave me the key and asked me to help him take care of the place—I just moved from the place I rented before. Over here, until now. He came back recently, and I will continue to live here to take care of him."

"Going away for a while?" Morris frowned subconsciously, "When did it happen?"

"...It's been five or six years," Galone thought for a while, and said uncertainly, her expression was a little ashamed, "I can't remember the time accurately, and the teacher often talks about me."

Morris and Duncan exchanged glances.

"When did Mr. Brown come back?" Duncan asked as if casually.

"About a month," Galoni didn't seem to think much, just answered the guest's question like a gossip, "He came back suddenly and said that he was very tired from the trip and needed to take a good rest... Oh, after that he Speaking of inviting Mr. Morris to our house."

"I was also very surprised when I first received his letter," Morris continued. "He hasn't contacted me for many years. The last time I heard from him was many years ago. The ship goes out to sea... ah, it seems to be a small cruise ship called 'Obsidian'?"

While speaking, he quietly watched the reaction of the person in front of him.

However, Galoni didn't react at all when she heard the "Obsidian". She just recalled it and shook her head: "I don't know, he didn't tell me too much when he went out..."

There was nothing wrong with the female student's tone and demeanor when she answered.

Yet her answer itself was clearly not quite right.

She didn't know which ship her teacher was on!

If it is an ordinary master-student relationship, it is of course nothing, but the relationship between her and the folklorist is obviously beyond the ordinary master-student relationship-Brown Scott can hand over all the keys to his residence to the student, And the latter has lived here for six years, and took on the responsibility of taking care of the teacher without hesitation after "going home". With such a close and mutual trust relationship, it is impossible for Brown to go out without telling Galone's own itinerary.

Galoni met the visitor's gaze frankly, with a calm and calm expression on her face.

It seemed that everything that happened around her was as it should be.