After that, Duncan never heard any valuable information from these final preachers.
They just sat on the deck in silence, breathing the sea breeze of the boundless sea as if they were enjoying every second as much as possible. They either responded to Duncan's questions with empty and indifferent stares, or with crazy and weird smiles.
But the last words they had spoken before were seared into Duncan's mind.
These fanatics who follow subspace, are insane, and may have a negative sanity value... It seems that through their crazy beliefs, they have acquired knowledge that theoretically should not have appeared at all, and learned that theoretically it has never been leaked. the truth.
They "saw" that "Captain Duncan" had an abnormal "human nature" in his body, and this "human nature" was "picked up" - what is the meaning behind this sentence? Could it be that they could actually recognize that the soul in their body was no longer the original owner! ?
And these cultists just mentioned that they are not hiding in the city-state...but in the cursed history? What does this mean? Could it be that these crazy final preachers are not in normal time and space at all, so they can avoid the surveillance of the city-state defenders when they behave so weirdly?
Duncan silently stared at the Missionaries of the End who were showing strange smiles, his thoughts fluctuating in his heart. He was also paying attention to the situation of the entire ship, sensing whether there were any changes in the Lost Home.
The goat head was still at the helm in the captain's cabin, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the movements on the deck.
All parts of the Homeless are operating as normal, and the words of the Final Preacher have no impact on the ship.
Alice was sitting on a big wooden barrel not far away with her head in her arms, arranging her hair in a bored manner - Miss Doll's mind could no longer keep up with the conversation between the captain and the cultists, and she ran away early. .
After an unknown amount of time, Duncan finally exhaled softly.
It seemed that he had wasted a little too much time on these cultists, and was even a little affected by their crazy words.
I have already obtained a lot of useful information from these people, and it seems that I will not gain more in the future, so there is no need to continue to waste my feelings with lunatics.
Just when the expression on Duncan's face changed, a final missionary suddenly raised his head. His chaotic eyes reflected the empty and illusory sails of the Lost Home, and muttered as if in sleep: "Get off the ship." Has the time come?"
"There is no place for you on this ship." Duncan looked at the other party expressionlessly, "But before I throw you off, you can still be of some use."
The three final evangelists all raised their heads and slowly grinned strangely.
Although they were so ecstatic when they first boarded the ship, and even made a passionate move of kissing the deck, they did not react with any loss or fear when they heard Duncan's words.
Originally, Duncan thought that they would at least put up a fight, find a way to stay on the ship, or even find a way to use the ship to get to the "promised land" subspace they longed for, but there was none - only a strange... Numbness filled these people's eyes.
It was as if at some unknown moment, most of their personalities and memories suddenly left these bodies, or as if they suddenly heard some "inspiration" in the dark, and then calmly accepted their fate.
Duncan frowned and did not delve into what these already crazy cultists were thinking. Instead, he turned to look at the Gothic doll who was in a daze not far away: "Alice, come here."
The puppet reacted immediately, skillfully picked up its head and thrust it into its neck, jumped off the barrel and trotted to Duncan: "Captain, did you call me?"
"...Can you please stop pulling out your own head in the future? The joints are not strong to begin with, and after you pull it out, your intelligence will decrease." Duncan frowned and muttered a few words, and then shook his head. Pointing to the three cultists, "I'm going to let you do some tests."
"Test?" Alice was stunned for a moment, "What test?"
"Look at your uncontrolled guillotine, is it still capable?" Duncan raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me you've forgotten about it."
"I forgot!" Alice nodded confidently, "I just remembered it when you reminded me!"
Then she didn't pay attention to Duncan's suddenly subtle expression, and turned to look at the "Final Missionaries" and greeted them: "Hello, I forgot to introduce myself just now. My name is Alice, and I am on the ship. The… chef?”
"You should tell them your other identity," Duncan said calmly. He was talking to Alice, but his eyes fell on several cultists, "Anomaly 099."
The eyes of the three final evangelists finally changed. One of them couldn't help but glance at Alice, and suddenly there was a hint of solemnity in his expression.
"I thought you were really numb to the point of not fearing life or death," Duncan noticed these changes, but still looked calm, "Then I hope you lunatics who are not even afraid of subspace will like the next arrangement - I want you to The thing to do is simple, stay near Alice and survive, or be beheaded and die!"
Alice was listening and suddenly came over and muttered: "Captain, you really sound like a villain when you say this..."
Duncan glanced at the doll in surprise: "...Where are you from?"
"Death means nothing to us..." While Duncan was muttering to Alice, one of the Evangelists finally spoke. He glanced at Alice and actually took a step forward with a look on his face. With a hint of ridicule, "It's just one more pause in this long journey - you, a stupid person who has rejected the gift of subspace, is obsessed with the confusion of the real world and can never know what is beyond life and death." truth......"
Duncan quickly tugged Alice's arm: "Did you hear, this is the villain..."
Alice nodded: "Oh."
Then Duncan ignored the reactions of several Endgame preachers. He raised his head and glanced at the night sky high in the Creation of the World, and suddenly asked: "How long have these people been on the ship?"
"It must have been several hours, right?" Alice thought for a while and replied, "I still feel the time quite accurately!"
"A few hours...that is to say, the identification and effectiveness time of the guillotine must have passed at least one round."
Duncan was thoughtful, his eyes fell on the doll in front of him, and he recalled the descriptions related to the characteristics of Anomaly 099 in his mind, "But it's not safe yet... Let's wait and do it again." Next round of testing.”
"Next round of testing?" Alice blinked in confusion, "How to test?"
"It is now roughly certain that your guillotine ability has not taken effect, but it is not yet certain whether it was affected by the Lost Home or me." Duncan said as he glanced at the Final Missionaries, as if Specially confirm whether the heads of these cultists are still in place, "In a few hours, after confirming that your ability appraisal and validity period have passed at least one round, I want you and these preachers to leave the Lost Home for the time being. .”
Alice listened and was suddenly startled: "Leaving the Lost Home temporarily? Where to go?"
She raised her head and looked out over the side of the ship. All she could see was the boundless sea. At this moment, the wind and waves were calm, and the entire sea was immersed in the pale glow of the creation of the world. It even looked like an endless snowfield. An illusion, and in this boundless sea...there is no place to stay.
Duncan thought for a moment.
Now he has found the "material" for testing Alice, but in order to ensure the rigor of the testing process, he also needs a "testing site" that can eliminate his own interference. First of all, this testing site cannot be placed on densely populated land. And it has to be outside of Lost Home, so there seems to be no choice.
"There are several lifeboats in good condition. I will put one down and temporarily cut off the connection between it and the Lost Home." Duncan looked into Alice's eyes. "You just float on the sea for a while - I The big ship will be waiting nearby and will not leave you behind."
Miss Doll suddenly shrank when she heard the captain's plan: "...I'm going to float on the sea again?! I have a psychological shadow! And the view of the sea is so bad at night, if you take me What should I do if I lose it? What if a gust of wind and waves sweeps the boat away? What if the boat capsizes..."
Duncan interrupted this embarrassing doll before she could finish her words: "Stop, stop, stop, there are so many eventualities, why don't I just let Ai hover over you and keep an eye on you - then again, you are still afraid of yourself Can’t get back to the boat? I gave you a coffin board and you were able to paddle back through the wind and waves, but eight cannonballs couldn’t hold you down, but this time you still have two serious oars!”
Alice's murmurings were immediately suppressed, but only for a short while. Then she glanced worriedly at the sea not far away, and then at the chaotic and frantic Asians who were neither humans nor ghosts. The space believer grabbed Duncan's sleeves hard: "The captain has agreed, don't lose me later!"
Duncan: "..."
Why does he feel that this doll is becoming more and more useless as time goes by on the ship - she is not as good as when she was riding the wind and waves on the boundless sea. At that time, she had a sense of stupidity...
