The perspective shown in the mirror seemed to be based on a window. Duncan felt that he was a person close to the window, observing the scene in the room through the glass, and there was an unusually tall young woman in the room.
The profile looks a bit familiar.
After a brief recollection, Duncan remembered that he had seen this face somewhere - this was the prestigious judge of Pland, Vanna Wayne!
Her figure has appeared in newspapers.
Why did I see such a scene? Why did I suddenly see this believer of the Storm Goddess through a window? Some kind of secret connection? When was this connection established? Why had I never noticed it before?
At this moment, I suddenly felt this invisible "line"?
Duncan had countless thoughts in his mind for a moment, but the next second, the chaotic thoughts in his mind were interrupted by something he caught sight of.
He saw clearly what the Miss Inquisitor was reading in the mirror.
It was a document, written in a strict format, with the sacred symbol of the Storm Goddess printed on the paper. The first sentence at the beginning was: This is to inform all captains and accompanying priests and guides on the boundless sea that the coffin of Anomaly 099-Doll has been released recently.
Out of control, witnessed by the most holy and wise, the cursed object was lost in the storm. This abnormal out of control situation and its characteristics are now announced as follows...
Duncan's eyes slowly widened. He looked over Vanna's shoulder and looked at the document that contained information about Anomaly 099 written in a format that seemed like a specific prayer. He saw the dangerous curse with the power to decapitate.
Arriving at the birthplace of the doll coffin, I saw the relevant records of "Alice's Guillotine"...
In shock, his eyes moved all the way down, and he saw the record of the "attack" on the White Oak at the end of the document. However, the key part of the last sentence was blocked by the tall figure of Miss Inquisitor, making it impossible to see clearly.
Duncan poked his head left and right in front of the mirror. He was anxious and subconsciously muttered: "Move to the side, step to the side..."
Vanna in the lounge suddenly felt as if a wisp of breeze blew through her earlobes. She subconsciously looked to the side and saw that the window was open a crack, and the cold sea breeze in the evening blew in through the window.
The flames of several oil lamps in the room swayed, and the soft light dissipated the malice that filled the world as night approached, and also gave her a particularly peaceful feeling.
She put the document aside and turned to look at the regional bishop: "Put it away. The city-state bishops must have handled it carefully. This thing is very safe."
The regional bishop nodded, stepped forward to put away the documents, and turned on the electric light in the room. The light, brighter than the oil lamp, dispelled the darkness when day and night changed: "Are you going back to the Central Cathedral tonight?"
"Bishop Valentine is still waiting for me to discuss matters," Vanna nodded slightly, "There has been a lot of unrest in the city-state recently, and we may need to conduct a large-scale prayer event to strengthen the cathedral's protection of the entire city-state.
"
As she said that, she raised her head and glanced at the chandelier hanging from the roof. The light bulb installed in the chandelier made the room as bright as daylight: "...Hey, it would be great if the electric light could also have the effect of exorcising evil spirits. It is so bright and the lighting range is far better.
Through the flames..."
"Who says it isn't?" the regional bishop spread his hands. "It's a pity that electricity has no sanctity."
Fanna shook her head and said nothing. After bidding farewell to the regional bishop, she walked out of the lounge.
After Vanna left, an oil lamp near the window suddenly swayed slightly, and then returned to calm.
The scene in the mirror gradually dissipated, and after the green light film faded, the things in the captain's dormitory were reflected on the glass again.
Just now, when the inquisitor lady turned her head, Duncan could clearly see the line at the end of the document - for him, the most useful information in that line was just a few words:
Vision 005-Homeless Number.
"The classification of the Homeless Number is indeed 'Vision'...and the number is so high." He returned to his desk and murmured to himself thoughtfully, but then he had some doubts, "He said it again
Come back, how are these numbers arranged?"
Nina's textbook mentioned the numbers and names of many anomalies and visions, and also mentioned that this "list" and the rules behind the list originated from the ancient Kingdom of Crete, but the specifics of those anomalies and visions were
How the number is determined and who determines it is unclear. It is only said that each church has the right to interpret and the obligation to publish. It is also mentioned that under normal circumstances, the higher the number, the more weird, dangerous, or has a special historical status -
-Duncan didn't think about it at first, but then he suddenly had questions.
Are these numbers...arranged in order of discovery?
If it is arranged in the order of discovery, then the Lost Home Number, which has only a history of a hundred years, cannot occupy such a high number. After all, there are many anomalies in the world that are older than the Lost Home Number. In theory, all the upper numbers must have been long ago.
It's occupied.
But if we arrange them not by the order of discovery, but by the degree of danger, wouldn't these numbers have to change from time to time? Whenever a new anomaly or anomaly is discovered, its danger value must be re-evaluated, and then the entire "ranking list"
Calibration becomes a big project and is extremely inconvenient to use.
Although the textbook states that the danger level of anomalies and anomalies is not necessarily 100% directly related to the ranking, it is also clearly mentioned that in most cases, the anomalies and anomalies with higher numbers are more dangerous and terrifying than those with lower numbers.
This raises a question worth thinking about: If the existing list of anomalies and visions is relatively stable and cannot be changed easily, then its arranger is simply a prophet-like figure. When he makes the list, he almost
To predict the "ranking" of each anomaly and anomaly, we must not only accurately assign a position to new anomalies and anomalies when they are discovered, but also leave "vacancies" in the table in advance for powerful anomalies and anomalies that will appear in the future.
Just fine.
Duncan suddenly had doubts about this "list" and the makers behind it when he saw the expression "Vision 005 - Homeless", but soon, he put these doubts aside for the time being.
Because there's one thing more important right now than the rules behind the "Ranking of Extraordinary Things" - Alice.
That cursed doll from the Harmony Gate actually has such a powerful background!
"I'm going out for a while."
Duncan said casually to the pigeon on the table and walked out of the captain's quarters.
The goat head in the chart room heard the movement of the door and immediately turned his head. After seeing Duncan, he said in a routine manner: "The last name..."
"Duncan Abnomar--don't talk about it yet, where is Alice?"
"Ah, great ship..." After the goat head confirmed the name, he was about to say a few paragraphs as usual, but as soon as he popped out a few words, he was blocked by the captain, and his neck creaked, and then he responded.
Come here, "Are you looking for Miss Alice? She may be counting hairs in her room..."
"Counting hairs?" Duncan was stunned, "What new problem has she got... Forget it, I'll go there myself, you can just keep sailing."
After saying these words, he didn't wait for the other party to respond, turned around, opened the door and left the captain's cabin in a hurry, leaving the goat head on the chart table staring blankly at the door that had been closed again.
"I haven't even had time to say more..." After holding it in for a long time, the goat head finally came to his senses and said in a depressed tone, "Has my ability to open up the topic been weakened..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door leading to the captain's dormitory in the corner opened a crack, and the pigeon Ayi squeezed out of the crack in the door and fluttered its wings and flew to the table.
"Talk about five yuan?" Pigeon tilted his head and blinked his little eyes.
"Okay, okay, I just need someone who can chat with me!" Goathead suddenly became happy. In line with the standard that everyone on the ship is his own people, he was not picky about the person he communicated with, "What do you want to talk about?"
By the way, can you really speak normally? I always feel like you..."
"More fries."
"Ah?" Goat Head was stunned, "No, I mean, you can really realize yourself..."
"More fries."
"...if you want to talk about cooking delicious food at sea..."
"More fries."
"Can you say anything else?"
"More fries."
Goat head: "..."
Duncan didn't pay attention to what happened in the captain's cabin after he left. He went straight through the upper deck and soon arrived at the crew cabin below the deck. After sorting out his thoughts in front of Alice's room door, he reached out and knocked on the door:
"Alice, it's me."
A stammering voice soon came from inside the door: "Please...please...please come in..."
When Duncan heard this movement, he subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and then pushed the door open.
The doll wearing a Gothic dress sat in front of the table next to the bed, facing a dressing mirror on the table. She held her head in both hands, and her silver-white hair spread like a waterfall - the head
His eyes turned over, and a smile gradually bloomed on his beautiful and delicate face: "Ship...Ship...Captain, night...night...night..."