In Duncan's eyes, the complex and chaotic dark shadows had once again "collapsed" into the heroic female adventurer. Deep in the mirror, the layered silhouettes no longer trembled in disorder.
Duncan watched this scene quietly and didn't speak for a long time.
Martha in the mirror remained still for a while after regrouping - just like the lag before the film officially started. After two or three seconds, the lively look of a living person returned to her face, and she was a little... He looked down at himself blankly, then raised his head belatedly: "What... did you do?"
Duncan temporarily ended his meditation and shook his head slightly: "Nothing, just welcome."
Then he paused, and after sorting out his thoughts for a while, he said, "If you are always 'Martha' from now on, are you still going to tell Lawrence the truth?"
"Perhaps he already knew," Martha hesitated and then said slowly, "I once told him some things in a subtle way. I told him that I was taking Martha as the subject, and from The personality pieced together from his memory, and with Lawrence's keenness and experience in the extraordinary field, plus the fact that I have revealed a lot more information than necessary, it should not be difficult for him to deduce... "Martha" Since it can accommodate one memory, it can accommodate countless copies, after all
The female adventurer paused for a moment, with a complicated smile on her face: "After all, when I was in that mirror city, I seemed to know too much."
"How did he react?"
"He... doesn't care," Martha shook her head, "but I don't know if he'll ever care." Duncan looked at her quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
"You care about these things. It seems that I really don't have to worry about them anymore," he said in a relaxed tone. "Then put these things aside, madam. There are countless dark and strange things in this vast sea, so any A little warmth is worth cherishing all the more - Lawrence understands this very well."
In the mirror, the female adventurer showed a thoughtful look, while Duncan outside the mirror continued after a brief pause: "What else do you know about the deep sea under the frost?"
"Deep sea..." Martha frowned. She immediately gathered her thoughts and spoke slowly while sorting out her huge memory, "I do have some... memories about the deep sea." , but most of them are dark and blurry, mixed with sinking fear and absurd hallucinations caused by cold and suffocating. These things probably cannot be used as practical references, but..."
Duncan raised his eyebrows: "But?"
Martha in the mirror thought for a moment and opened her hands.
Her figure suddenly disappeared in the mirror, and black lines spread rapidly in the mirror like ink marks that bloomed in an instant. Then, something vague appeared in the darkness.
A huge shadow seems to be floating in endless nothingness, like an island, like a mass with irregular edges, and countless small objects can be seen around the shadow, as if they have broken out from the surface of the irregular mass. Debris", floating around the island.
And in the center of the floating "isolated island", you can see something huge like a pillar, extending upwards and downwards infinitely in the darkness, as if penetrating the shadow, and then penetrating the entire void.
Martha's voice came from the depths of the mirror:
"I went through all the memories pointing to the deep sea. The huge fear experienced by countless devoured souls during the sinking process was superimposed into this scene. I don't know how to interpret this scene - it looks like a large floating in the deep sea. The object is penetrated by a huge "pillar", but due to lack of reference, I don't know how big the object is, nor how big the pillar is."
Duncan stared at the scene in the mirror for a long time without saying a word.
But what emerged in his mind was countless information related to the abyss plan - the submersible that never returned, the crazy deep-diving advance team, the crazy descriptions under the abyss, and... The huge hollow deep in the Boiling Gold Mine, and the ancient god's tentacle that crossed the boundary between reality and reality and penetrated deeply into the Frost City-State.
There is indeed an entity in the deep sea.
The illusion in the mirror dissipated, and Martha's figure appeared in front of Duncan again: "This is all I know. Although I have many memories, there are not many that can point to the deep sea while relatively sober. You... ···..”
"It's okay, ma'am," Duncan said softly, interrupting the female adventurer, "I'll go and see for myself.
On the deck, Alice and the mummy "Sailor" had already found the second bug, and the two "people" continued to poke around there.
But such a game is obviously not as interesting as fighting with the pots and pans in the kitchen.
"I'm starting to feel bored." Alice threw away the small wooden stick in her hand and raised her head to look at the deck that was quite unfamiliar to her. "Why hasn't the captain come back yet..."
"Sailor" trembled obviously when he heard the word "captain" mentioned by Miss Doll. He raised his head and opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Are you usually not afraid when you are with him? "
"You're not afraid." Alice turned her head and looked at this ugly mummy with a puzzled look on her face. "I like being with the captain, why should I be afraid of him?"
"That's subspace! Do you understand subspace?" The mummy had a horrified expression on his face. "When I look at him, I feel like my sanity will "fall off". How dare you stick with him all day long - I think You should be the one numbered 077, you are much more evil than me."
Alice scratched her hair and ignored the mummy. Instead, she looked up curiously at Lawrence not far away. Lawrence is with his first mate Gus.
"Suddenly, everyone can control the flames freely," First Mate Gus opened his palm and showed a cluster of small flames jumping quietly in front of his captain. At the point where the flame contacted the palm, You can still vaguely see the clear texture of flesh and blood transformed into a spiritual body, but outside the range of the flames is a normal flesh and blood body. "Do you have any clues?"
"I don't know," Lawrence frowned slightly. He snapped his fingers and watched the spiritual fire jump on his fingertips. Then he waved his hand, and the flames dispersed quietly. "The change is on Captain Duncan. What happened shortly after the boat...
···Maybe there is some connection? "
"Maybe...but no matter what, it's always a good thing," first mate Gus said, "In the past, the flames on everyone's bodies would always appear suddenly, as if they were stimulated by something, but the reason could never be found. , to be honest, it is quite nerve-wracking - some people are worried that we will never be able to go ashore normally in the future. After all, not every city is as "seen in the world" as Hanshuang and Pulande... "
"From now on..." There was a hint of emotion and thought in Lawrence's tone. He subconsciously clenched and opened his fists, feeling the power of the flames running calmly in his body, while thinking about himself and all the members of the White Oak. In the future, "It's time to think about the future..."
He lowered his head and rubbed his fingers. Spiritual fire flowed like water on his fingertips. A deep and majestic voice came from behind him: "Is it fun?"
Lawrence and Gus shuddered instantly at the same time, and flames two to three meters high shot up from their bodies...
The next second, Lawrence quickly suppressed the flames on his body and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound - Duncan Station
There, looking over here with a subtle expression on his face. Duncan sighed silently.
As soon as he came out, he saw Anomaly 077 and Anomaly 099 squatting on the deck poking bugs, and he also saw the captain and first mate of his new ship lighting fires at the door. Those who knew it was the lost fleet, and those who didn't knew it thought it was this. The boat leaves for the kindergarten...
···What kind of people are gathered around me?
"Deng... Captain Duncan!" Gus straightened his body instantly, and said hurriedly while brushing off the last sparks on his clothes, "I... we are studying how to control the power of fire. , to prevent the same situation as Frost City-State from happening again in the future..."
"Same situation? You mean that the captain led an entire marine team and was arrested by the local sheriff, and finally asked my envoy to go to the Sheriff's Bureau to find people?" Duncan pressed his forehead and waved his hand, "Forget it, you guys Just be happy...
As he was talking, Alice had already run over, shouting and grabbing his arm and shaking it hard: "Captain! You are finally back! Are you done?"
"I'm done with my work, I'm done with my work - stop shaking, don't pull any of your joints off anymore," Duncan said as he held down the overly excited puppet lady with his hand, then turned his eyes to Lawrence and gently He nodded lightly, "Don't worry, Martha is doing very well, and I have officially accepted her as a member of the Lost Home Fleet."
Lawrence was startled, and then noticed the solemnity and profound meaning in Duncan's words. "You...see that she actually..."
"If you don't want to care, she doesn't need to care. As for me... I don't mind," Duncan said lightly with a hint of smile in his eyes, "The Infinite Sea is very big, and the Homeless Fleet has always been with all kinds of enemies. Dealing with weird stuff - one more harmless ghost ship isn't a big deal."
Lawrence opened his mouth, but said nothing. In the end, he just took a breath and bowed his head deeply in front of Duncan.
"Anyway, welcome to my fleet," Duncan laughed, patting Lawrence on the shoulder casually, "Speaking of this, I just seemed to hear you talking about... the future? Do you have any plans? ?”
"In the future..." Lawrence hesitated, with a hint of complexity in his expression, "I am indeed considering this, do you think... can we return to the normal port as in the past? ?”
Listening to Lawrence's words full of hesitation and entanglement, Duncan sighed softly. The future of the White Oak is indeed a question.
