The Lost Home sailed at full speed.
In the pale light cast by the creation of the world, the translucent sail of the spirit body drummed without wind, and the huge and complex mast and cable system made creaking sounds as if controlled by countless pairs of invisible hands. And sensitively adjusting the angle, Duncan felt the hull under his feet shaking and tilting slightly, and pointing the bow in a certain direction in the boundless sea. The sound of the waves hitting the hull was mixed with the sound coming from the Lost Home itself. The "perception signal" echoed softly in the depths of his mind.
For some reason, at the moment the ship turned its course, he seemed to suddenly feel that the atmosphere on the ship had quietly changed. The surrounding scenery was obviously the same, but...
He seemed to hear the ship letting out a sigh of contentment.
Duncan left the captain's cabin and strolled to the deck. He raised his head in the night and stared at the bulging sails and towering masts. He then stretched out his hand and lightly knocked on a railing passing by, thoughtfully. He said, "Are you bored of aimless drifting too?"
The Lost Home did not speak, only a slight creaking sound came from below the deck, and several cables nearby made a rustling sound, wandering over like snakes, dangling next to Duncan.
"...This isn't cute, it's even a bit scary," Duncan glanced at the cables. "That's how you scared Alice last time, right?"
The cable swayed twice and slipped away quickly.
Duncan took a gentle breath, ready to enjoy the refreshing night breeze on the sea, but suddenly, a distant "touch" suddenly appeared in his consciousness.
He didn't realize what it was at first, but then he realized that the touch came from the city-state of Puland.
In the city-state of Puland, Duncan, who was on the second floor of the antique shop, suddenly blinked his eyes, and then immediately looked in a certain direction - that was Nina's room next door.
In his field of vision, there was a cluster of green flames beating rapidly in the room - but it was not Nina, but the mark left on Shirley.
The cluster of flames sensed the growth of extraordinary power and sensed that the host's emotions were fluctuating abnormally.
What happened to Shirley? !
Duncan didn't hesitate much, got up and rushed out of the room to Nina's bedroom door. He knocked lightly on the door, but there was no movement inside.
He was a little hesitant at this time, but the next second, he felt the mark left on Shirley's body beating again.
You can't think too much at this time - Duncan opened Nina's door.
Just like when she was little, Nina always had the habit of leaving the door unlocked when she went to bed.
The bedroom was dark, with only the dim light from the streetlight coming in from the window illuminating the outlines of things in the room. As far as he could see, Duncan didn't see anything abnormal.
Shirley and Nina were sleeping quietly on the bed, with one's head facing the end of the bed and the other lying on the other's belly.
...The sleeping position is very artistic.
Of course, Duncan was not interested in paying attention to the sleeping posture of the two girls. At this time, he had noticed Shirley's frown, and on her arm, which was usually used to summon dogs and symbiosis with chains, there were subtle black lines. Swim slowly.
Duncan frowned slightly, and then activated the mark left on Shirley, trying to use the special properties of spiritual fire to find the source of "erosion" in the room.
In his view, Shirley's current state, coupled with the warning of the mark, was undoubtedly a sign that the extraordinary power was eroding.
A tiny green flame rose up next to Shirley, and the green flame illuminated the surrounding area. However, the flame flickered a few times and finally stayed in place.
There is no erosion in the room.
Duncan frowned. He moved closer and observed Shirley's tightly furrowed brows.
Because he was not sure how much influence the spiritual fire would have on living people, he could not directly release a large area of flame to "scan" the entire room like he did in the factory, but even a little spark of the spiritual fire should have an effect on living people. It was only right to react to the unfamiliar supernatural power.
Erosion...isn't in the real world? Spirit level? Or something else?
Duncan was thoughtful, and then he seemed to think of something, so he stood up and quietly exited the room. After closing the door and returning to his bedroom, he saw the pigeon spirit napping on the windowsill.
"Walking in the spirit world."
Amidst a series of "gurgling" protests after Ai was woken up, Duncan once again entered the dark space filled with endless starlight. Then he calmed down and sensed his surroundings just like he sensed the White Oak and Vanna before. The starlight belongs to its own "imprint".
This was not difficult, because the mark was left intentionally by himself, and was far clearer and more stable than the "Mars" on Vanna's body. Duncan almost instantly locked onto the starlight belonging to Shirley...
Shirley opened her eyes in the darkness and found that she was sleeping on a familiar yet unfamiliar little bed.
She sat up in the dark, her mind sluggish for a long time before she regained consciousness. She looked around confusedly, and finally made out the outlines of some things in the darkness.
Some familiar and distant memories gradually came to life. After seeing the scene around her clearly, Shirley finally opened her eyes suddenly.
The next second, she suddenly jumped off the bed, and at the same time let out a series of extremely angry curses, even so angry that she was shaking a little, and the trembling seemed to reveal fear and nervousness: "Damn, damn, damn...X! TMD is this again. , this again! Oh my god!"
A series of loud curses broke the tranquility in the darkness, but the curses were not the voices that Shirley was familiar with, but a younger, more immature voice that only existed in memories. She jumped to the ground and saw that her hands and feet had also changed. She was as thin and childish as she remembered. She was wearing a light pink pajamas, which were exactly the same as in her memory. The damaged cuffs still had the familiar puppy patched up with unfamiliar techniques.
"Stop tormenting me so much! Stop tossing me so much!"
Shirley roared in the dark room. She rushed towards the closed door, punching and kicking in an attempt to break the mottled wooden board. However, the door remained motionless as if it were made of reinforced concrete. She hit it with her head. She bit the handle of the door with her teeth again, but this was completely a venting move that was completely meaningless. She could only hit it with her small body, letting time pass during the collision, and letting the light pour in from the nearby window. With a little bit of morning light, the sound she least wanted to hear in the early morning came from outside the door.
She heard someone getting up in the next room, heard footsteps, and the sound of packing things.
She heard one of the footsteps approaching the door, and a very gentle and familiar voice spoke softly: "Shirley, Shirley? Are you up? Are you still angry?"
Shirley's movement of hitting the door suddenly stopped, as if she had been drained of all her strength. She leaned against the wooden door, pressing against the door panel with all her strength. She didn't want to listen anymore, but she greedily listened to what was coming from outside the door. movement.
"Shirley, my dad and I went to buy you a cake. Today is your birthday... When we come back, you won't be angry, okay?"
"Don't go..." Shirley suddenly made a sound. At first it was just a small murmur, but soon, the murmur turned into a shout, "Don't go... don't go! Don't go! Don't go!"
She finally cried. Even though she knew it was useless, she still shouted: "Don't go! Don't go out! Don't go out! Damn it! Don't go out!"
However, time still moved towards the next second, just like the memory engraved in my mind could not be turned back - the footsteps outside the door faded away.
The sound of a handbag being picked up, the distant and indistinct sounds of parents talking, the doorknob turning, opening, closing, the key turning once, then half a turn.
Shirley sat down slowly in the darkness and began to count her heartbeats.
When the heartbeat reached the 1,200th beat, screams of fire came from the distance.
When my heart reached the 1,600th beat, the acrid smell and choking smoke began to seep through the cracks in the door.
When the heartbeat reached the 1,800th beat, the streets were filled with frantic shouting, and dazzling red light filled the windows, as if the entire city-state had been plunged into molten magma.
When my heart beat to the 2,000th beat, a heavy muffled sound came from the direction of the door - the door was broken, as if some giant beast was walking in step by step with heavy steps, approaching the locked door step by step. Room.
Then, the door of the room finally fell down - the wooden door that Shirley could not open with all her strength was now scattered like shreds of paper.
A terrifying creature appeared there, a huge pitch-black demon dog, a twisted nightmare made of bones, shadows, smoke and hot ash. This demon from the deep was almost impossible for a child of only six years old. It was a huge creature, and now, its empty blood-colored eye sockets had captured the "living things" in the room.
Shirley calmly stared at the demon dog that appeared in front of her.
It was a ghostly hound—but not her dog yet.
Not the Agou with a "heart", not the Agou who would rummage through the trash cans to find food to feed himself, not the Agou who would try his best to tell lame jokes to amuse himself, but in the end he would only teach himself a bunch of swear words. .
The Deep Hound stepped into the room.
The sound of chewing flesh and bones was heard.
Shirley was lying on the floor, feeling her limbs being devoured by the demon dog. The excruciating pain, after eleven years of memory, filled her mind slowly and numbly. She continued to count her heartbeats. Counting how long it will take for Agou to be his Agou, and how long he will stay here - according to past experience, is it a week? Or two weeks?
Her consciousness gradually became blurred. Even in this dark dream, the distant, dull and numb pain finally gradually caught up with her. In her increasingly blurred vision, she suddenly saw the bed not far away. Above, in the deepest shadow of darkness, a figure appeared at some point.
That figure didn't seem to appear suddenly, he seemed to have been there from the beginning to the end, starting from this dream, starting from every dream, even - Shirley didn't know why she had this amazing idea - even from It was there eleven years ago.
He was sitting there, but it was only now that she discovered the existence of this figure for the first time. It was as if the long-lasting fog suddenly broke, allowing her to see the existence behind the fog.
A faint green fire appeared out of nowhere, illuminating the figure's face, gloomy and majestic - Shirley had never seen this face before, but she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"no offense."
The gloomy and majestic figure spoke.
(It’s time to recommend a book~ This time it’s from an old dog’s “My Secret Agency”. The male protagonist runs an agency during the day and works as a detective. At night, he relies on his own power to control other people’s dreams and pretends to be a master through a method similar to dream entrustment. The acting skills play multiple roles and establish a power network behind the scenes to help him explore a mysterious world created by humans after the fall of the gods, and finally lead the story of people all over the world to go to heaven together.)
(End of chapter)
