Deep Sea Embers

This door leads to the Lost Home.

The letters on the door frame are made of brass, which seems to have passed through a century. Under the reflection of the spirit fire lantern and the chaotic twilight that pervades the entire cabin, every line on the letters seems to be plated with a layer of gold. The frozen time has a simple and mysterious taste.

Duncan stared at the line of letters for a few seconds, then turned away expressionlessly.

Alice's voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey? Captain, are we leaving now? Don't we need to check this door? Even if it doesn't open..."

"There is nothing to see, this is the end of the bilge." Duncan said casually.

But at this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound, which made him stop.

Duncan turned his head and looked at Alice who was behind him. Alice looked around nervously, and finally turned her head to look at the dark wooden door: "The voice seems to be coming from behind this door... "

Duncan stopped where he was, staring seriously at the wooden door that suddenly heard knocking sounds. He waited patiently for several seconds, and suddenly heard two more knocking sounds—the knocking sounds were weak and indistinct, as if There was an extremely thick curtain, as if the door was wrapped in invisible things, but it was definitely not an illusion.

After a short but intense weighing, he finally returned to the door, and Alice followed him, nervously watching what might happen next.

Duncan held a lantern in one hand and a long sword in the other, and carefully observed the dark wooden door in front of him. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the door was not completely closed—on the side of the door, one could see A door gap of about one centimeter or so.

The door was ajar, as if someone left in a hurry and forgot to close it, and it seemed that some "something" inside deliberately left a gap in the door to attract the visit of the blind.

Duncan picked up the lantern and carefully looked inside, observing the situation on the other side of the door through the crack of the door—his other hand had already put the long sword against the crack of the door, ready to stab at any moment. anything".

However, he never imagined what kind of scene he would see——

Opposite the door is a room.

A small room, it looks like it has been around for some years, the wallpaper on the wall looks dark and wrinkled, the slightly messy furnishings seem to have not been tidied up for a long time, and there is a single bed facing the door , There is a table next to the bed, on which are computers, books and a small decoration.

A tall and thin figure was writing a book at the desk. The figure was wearing a white shirt bought from an ordinary stall, his hair was messy and unkempt, and his body, which obviously didn't exercise much, looked a little thin.

Duncan stared through the crack of the door, fixedly staring at everything familiar "over there", staring at that room, staring at the figure who was writing at the desk, and that figure seemed to feel something suddenly, he stopped writing, suddenly raised his head, Get up and run to the door.

The figure ran over and stared out through the crack of the door, staring at Duncan.

Duncan stared at him too, at the familiar face—it was his own!

Just staring at each other for a few seconds, the figure on the opposite side of the door suddenly became agitated, and he began to push the door hard, as if he wanted to come out, but the door remained motionless as if poured into the space, so he began to try to break the lock again, Using a tool to pry the crack of the door, he slammed on the motionless door, as if trying his best to get out of the trap, but it didn't work.

The person inside the door finally gave up this futile attempt. He patted hard on the crack of the door and shouted something to the side through the door—but only some vague and ethereal noises could be heard from outside the door. Can't understand a word.

Duncan looked at all this in shock and bewilderment, looking at the "self" trapped in the room, he knew what the person inside the door wanted to do - his eyes slowly fell on the doorknob next to him.

The doorknob is within easy reach.

From this side, the door may be very easy to open.

However, he just looked at the handle without taking the next step.

The person trapped in the room seemed to be depressed. He finally yelled at the door again. After realizing that his voice could not reach the door, he ran back to the desk, bent down and quickly wrote on a piece of paper. After writing something on the paper, he ran back quickly and showed the paper to Duncan.

Through the crack in the door, Duncan saw a string of words scrawled on the paper: "Help me! I'm trapped in this room! The windows and doors won't open!"

Duncan suddenly laughed.

His smile fell into the eyes of "Zhou Ming" who was trapped in the room through the gap, and the latter finally opened his eyes slowly, as if he felt astonished, and as if he was gradually annoyed by being mocked.

The next second, the pirate sword in Duncan's hand suddenly protruded forward, passed through the narrow door, and directly pierced into the body of "Zhou Ming" on the opposite side of the door.

The latter was pierced by the sword, opened his mouth and seemed to be screaming, and a series of hoarse and noisy noises seemed to pass into Duncan's ears in a vague way, but Duncan was unmoved at all, only holding the hilt of the sword more forcefully He stabbed forward, leaned close to the door and said softly:

"If you can't write Chinese, you don't need to write it."

Ai Yi, the pigeon who had been silent all the way, suddenly flapped his wings and made a hoarse voice: "This is an illusion, what are you trying to hide?"

In the next second, the figure on the opposite side of the door suddenly began to melt like a wax figure, and quickly dissipated in the distorted and chaotic light and shadow, and the very real and familiar room quickly lost its camouflage, and in Duncan's eyes, it appeared The real face: a dark and old cabin, empty, dusty in time and solidified dilapidation.

The saber in his hand felt empty, as if what was pierced from the beginning was just air.

Opposite this "extra door" is just a cabin?

Duncan observed the situation on the other side of the door in surprise, but no matter how he looked at it this time, it seemed to be just an ordinary cabin.

But... is that cabin really "real"?

Duncan slowly retracted the long sword that was stuck through the crack of the door, heaved a sigh of relief, and took half a step back.

The abnormality he encountered just now is still deeply imprinted in his mind. He doesn't know whether it is a pure illusion or something else, but one thing is certain... This door definitely has something weird and dangerous beyond his imagination.

If the illusion reflected on the other side of the door is based on his own memory and cognition distortion, it means that the danger on the other side of the door has surpassed the power of his "Captain Duncan", if it is not based on his own cognition and memory generation A phantom of something, but a set "fabricated" by something... the situation is even worse.

Because no one in this world should know what that room looked like, and no one should know the existence of the individual "Zhou Ming".

But the "something" on the other side of the door does.

He took a deep breath.

My caution just now was correct, no matter what, I cannot open this door.

At the same time, he was a little scared—because for a moment just now, when he was looking at the doorknob, he had this thought in his heart: to open the door and let "myself" out.

"Captain..." Alice's voice came suddenly, waking Duncan up from his contemplation. He looked up at the puppet, and saw the concerned and frightened expression of the puppet, "Captain, are you okay? There is someone in that door." What? Why is your expression so serious..."

Duncan shook his head: "It's nothing, the back of this door is not where you should look - we have reached the bottom of the cabin, we can go back."

While talking, he stretched out his hand and tried to push the door to see if he could close it.

The opening of this door is really disturbing.

But the door didn't move at all—even though he had used a lot of strength, the door was still as solid as if it was integrated with the space.

Like the shuttered windows in his bachelor pad.

Duncan withdrew his hand thoughtfully - the door couldn't be closed, but he wouldn't try to open it further.

"Ah? Oh...oh, okay!" Alice didn't care about the captain's attempt to close the door. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized, with a happy expression on her face, "Then go back quickly, this time To be honest, the place is quite weird, and I'm a little nervous again..."

Duncan hummed noncommittally, took Alice and turned around towards the "last door" leading to the stairs.

This place is too evil, even he doesn't want to stay any longer.

After this, nothing more unusual happened.

They smoothly passed through the fragmented bilge, passed through the lighted warehouse, passed through the dark stairs and corridors, and returned to the cabin above the waterline.

The moment she returned to the normal cabin, Alice felt her whole body suddenly relaxed a lot, as if some kind of shadow wrapped around her that she couldn't detect before was dispelled. She saw the surrounding lights returned to their original state, and the cabin It is no longer gloomy and depressed. As for Captain Duncan next to him...

The captain looked the same as before. He didn't seem to feel depressed before, and he didn't feel any extra relief now. The environment in the depths of the Lost Country didn't affect him at all.

It's just that when he came back, the captain was obviously very silent and seemed preoccupied.

"Captain, are you tired?" Alice asked cautiously, "Do you want me to cook you something to eat? You haven't eaten your dinner yet..."

Duncan stopped his thoughts and looked at the puppet beside him.

On Miss Doll's face, there was a sincere expression of concern—just like Nina.

He suddenly relaxed, and the haze in his heart seemed to be subsiding quietly.

"Don't drop weird things into the pot this time."

"My head is not a weird thing!"

"Especially your head."

"……oh."