Deep Sea Embers

Imagine such a picture: you are on a creaking ghost ship, you push open a wooden door in the deepest corridor, the dim oil lamp is gently shaking, flickering lights, the headless man in a gothic dress The puppet is sitting in front of the vanity mirror, holding its own head in its hands, and the head is turned towards you, slowly revealing a stiff smile...

Duncan felt that if he hadn't been on this ship for so many days and knew Alice so well, he would have already drawn his gun and went aboard at this time.

Alice didn't know how evil she had made the atmosphere just now. She obediently pressed her head back on her neck with a "Bo'er", her reaction quickly regained her sensitivity, and she greeted Duncan with a bright smile: "Captain, evening! OK! Are you looking for me?"

Only then did Duncan regain his composure, and looked at the puppet suspiciously for a long time: "What are you doing here? Why did the goat head say that you are counting hairs in the cabin?"

Alice moved her neck left and right, and then gently smoothed out the slightly messy hair with her fingers. The expression on her face was a bit embarrassed: "Just...see how much hair is left."

Duncan looked at the puppet as if he was looking at a mentally handicapped person, and then finally noticed something on the edge of the table: it was a spool of tumbling out of nowhere, and a few strands of silver-white hair were wrapped around the spool. The source is obvious...

Duncan was expressionless: "..."

Alice noticed the captain's sight, she immediately picked up the spool, and explained to Duncan with a serious face: "Look, this one is called Miffy, this one is called Poli, and this one is called Fimia. There is this one, the name is..."

Duncan was finally shocked: "You even named every hair you lost?!"

"Keep a souvenir," Alice said solemnly, with a little sadness in the solemnity, "Didn't you say that I am a doll, and the doll can't grow its own hair... In case it falls out one day, I will You can still take the list and recall the good times when you were with them..."

Duncan was a little confused by the puppet, and for a moment he even forgot what he was doing here. He was stunned for a long time before he choked out a sentence: "I just said it casually at the time, you don't have to take it to heart... No wonder what you said You've been in the cabin for the past two days, cooperating to do this every day? Counting hairs and naming the hairs that fall out?"

Alice nodded harmlessly: "Yeah."

Duncan's face was sullen, and he sighed after a while: "Okay, I'll look for you in the city-state later, to see if there are any craftsmen who are good at this field who can help you..."

Alice was taken aback: "Are you going to tie someone up and take him to the boat?"

Duncan glared at her: "...I'll buy you some wigs for later use! Is it reasonable to kidnap a puppeteer from the boundless sea, move natural disasters, and run to a human city-state?"

"It's not unreasonable for mobile natural disasters to infiltrate human city-states to buy wigs..." Alice muttered subconsciously, but she quickly swallowed it back after mumbling halfway, "Ah, I won't say it, hehe..."

"Don't be silly," Duncan felt a sudden loss of strength, he waved his hand, and finally remembered his real purpose of coming here, "Forget it, I'll forget it if you interrupt your business—Alice, sit down, I'll come It's business to find you."

Alice saw the serious expression on the captain's face and knew that this was not a joke, so she quickly restrained her ingratiating smile, and while putting away the spool, she quickly sat down on the wooden box next to the bed—sitting upright, with her hands folded on the On the knee, full of elegance and dignity.

Duncan sighed. For some reason, he was always easily lost in front of Alice—even when he first came to this world, he could remain indifferent and calm in front of the goat's head, and even possessed A sacrificial person with a bright heart can hold his expression when he is faced with remains all over the floor, but only when facing this overly evil puppet, his expression and momentum are always wandering on the verge of collapsing or not collapsing superior.

Thinking about it carefully, this is probably the power of the style of painting - Alice's style of painting is really hard to hold back.

He ticked his fingers to the side, and a chair in the room creaked immediately behind him. He sat down on the chair, tried to restore his gloomy and majestic expression, and looked into Alice's eyes.

"Lee Nora, what impression do you have of this name?"

"Lee Nora?" Alice blinked, her face full of confusion, "I've never heard of it...it sounds like a woman? And there is a sense of elegance and dignity...your acquaintance?"

"Theoretically, it should be your 'acquaintance', but you said you don't know... Well, I believe it," Duncan was not surprised by Alice's answer, and he asked, "What about Frost City? Are you familiar with it?" What? Do you have any impression?"

"Frost city-state? I heard it when I was in the box. It seems to be a city-state on the cold sea. There is also a place called Cold Harbor, which is the gateway to the frost and the central sea." Alice thought for a while, "but I don’t know the specifics, I’ve only heard the name.”

"What about the 'Alice Guillotine'?"

The puppet looked confused: "I know Alice, my name is Alice—but what is the guillotine?"

Duncan asked several questions in a row like this, but the responses he got were similar.

And this was basically what he expected.

Alice was confused about all of this, just like what she said on the first day they met, she didn't know her past at all, she didn't know the truth behind "Anomaly 099", she never knew about that frosty city-state, let alone listened to it. Speaking of the Frost Queen who died half a century ago.

Even if her appearance is exactly the same as that Frost Queen.

Duncan didn't expect to get many positive answers when he asked these questions. He just wanted to try and see if Alice would have any special reactions when he heard these "key words" - now that the test is over, the doll is still It's that silly doll.

He believed that this timid puppet didn't dare to fake a real reaction in front of him-her intelligence should not support her to perform such high-end operations.

So... maybe what I should pay attention to is not the doll, but the "coffin"?

Duncan's eyes gradually became sharper, and his attention fell on Alice's gorgeous and heavy wooden box.

The ornate wooden box in which the doll had once been contained was still in the room, and Alice sat securely on it now.

Alice loved her trunk, which she used as a stool and a locker, and sometimes slept in it - even though there were normal beds in the room.

"You open the box and let me see it," Duncan said.

Alice felt a little puzzled, but she quickly jumped off the box and opened the wooden box casually.

Duncan stepped forward to look.

The wooden box was lined with soft red velvet, and there were a few miscellaneous things in the corner: a comb, a spool of hair, a small mirror, and a few metal trinkets.

"I found it from the ship, in another cabin," Alice pointed to the sundries in the corner of the box, and explained carefully, "I asked Mr. Goathead, and he said that these are unowned items, I... …can I keep them? I think they are beautiful…”

Duncan looked at the old trinkets.

Perhaps a century ago, someone on this ship also wore them on the ends of their hair and on their chests.

That is the proof that the Lost Homeland once belonged to the world.

"Give it to you, keep it," Duncan nodded, but then his gaze suddenly noticed a small object in the pile of debris, and he couldn't help but reach out to pick it up, "This thing..."

It was a small hairpin, delicate and not something that would appear on the Lost Homelander. It was shaped like a piece of silvery-white feather, with some broken waves on the edge. Although it has passed through a century, it is still brand new—— This is very different from those old objects.

Duncan frowned. For some reason, when he saw the issued card, he felt a little...nostalgic.

There was even a name that almost came out of my mouth.

But he still couldn't recall what the name that was about to blurt out was.

Duncan blinked, he was a little astonished, he didn't know what was going on with the emotion that suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart, but gradually, he came to understand.

It was as if he had known the name "Duncan Abnomar" the first time he came aboard the ship... He just came into contact with the remaining "echo" in his body again just now!

He looked down at the hairpin in his hand, thinking how such a delicate and small thing could "resonate" with the biggest natural disaster in the boundless sea, but soon, Alice's voice woke him up from his thoughts: "Captain? Captain you……"

"Sorry, I can't give you this issuing card," Duncan said to Alice after recovering, but then he felt that this seemed a bit cold to Miss Doll, so he added, "I will go to the city-state to buy it for you when I have a chance. Something new—these things are old."

"Really?!" Alice suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Captain, you are so kind!"

"Don't be so busy boasting," Duncan shook his head, and put away the card, "I haven't finished my business yet...Alice, I want to tell you something next, which is related to your 'essence', you Listen carefully."

(It's time to push the book~ This time it's Hama's new book "Biography of the Immortals", the indescribable world of cultivating immortals, Hama's book should not be introduced too much, anyway, just read it~)