On the first floor of the antique store, Nina sat anxiously on the chair next to the counter. From time to time she got up and looked outside the window. All she saw was the empty streets under the street lights. Then she checked the door again to make sure it was still closed.
She had the urge to go out several times to take a look, but she stopped before putting her hand on the doorknob. She recalled in her mind her uncle's instructions before he hurriedly went out - don't leave this door, stay at home and wait for him to come back.
.
"Uncle, it's true... you still have to go out after dark, even though there is a curfew..." Nina sat back behind the counter again, mumbling alone, "What if the guards on night patrol find out?"
I will definitely be detained again, and it is so dangerous..."
I don’t know how many times this was her first time.
Then, she finally heard some movement at the door, a sudden sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of turning the door lock——
Nina suddenly raised her head and looked in the direction of the door. She saw the door being pushed open, the bell hanging on the door made a clear and sweet sound, and the familiar figure finally appeared in her field of vision.
"Nina, I'm back," Duncan looked at the girl walking quickly from the counter with a smile on his face, "Look, it's not too late."
Nina rushed over in a few steps and bumped her head into Duncan's chest, followed by a series of complaints: "It's not too late! What time is it now! It's so dangerous to go out during the curfew, and you don't
If you don't tell me what you want to do, just let me wait at home..."
Nina's blabbering complaints were like a storm on the sea, blowing continuously and continuously. But suddenly, she noticed a small figure hiding behind Duncan, and her complaints suddenly stopped.
Shirley, who was carrying a small box, lowered her head and got out from behind Duncan. She waved to Nina a little cautiously and nervously: "Nina...and me."
Duncan turned around and closed the door of the store to prevent anyone from noticing what was going on here. Nina's eyes widened after seeing Shirley's appearance clearly: "Shirley?! You...why are you here?"
, and together with uncle... wait, there is a lot of blood on you!"
"Ah, don't worry, don't worry," Shirley waved her hands hurriedly. Although the injury on her back had not completely healed, she still tried her best to show the same bright smile in front of the other party as before, "If you encounter a little problem, I'm fine.
Still waiting..."
"This is not a small problem!" Nina hurriedly took the small suitcase from Shirley's hand, and quickly checked the blood stains on the other person's body, and quickly noticed the damage on Shirley's clothes, and was shocked.
, "You...you are seriously injured. You must find a doctor quickly! You..."
"I'm really fine, please calm down!" Shirley quickly took Nina's hand, with a look of helplessness on her face, "Have you forgotten, I'm not an ordinary person..."
Nina opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but suddenly she heard Duncan cough next to her.
"Ahem," Duncan interrupted the increasingly messy exchange between the two girls, his eyes falling on Nina, "Don't ask so many questions now, you don't need to worry about Shirley's injury - you take her up to take a bath and change her first.
Please put on your clothes and we will explain the specific situation later.”
Nina's eyes flickered between Shirley and Duncan, and she agreed vaguely. Shirley rubbed her belly, a little embarrassed: "Um...is there anything to eat...I want to eat something first."
thing……"
Perhaps she suffered too much damage during the recovery process, and now she just feels hungry - in comparison, the pain on her body is not so urgent.
"Ah, yes!" Nina was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, "It just so happened that we made food for one more person tonight... I'll heat it up for you!"
Nina ran up the stairs quickly, and the sound of her footsteps gradually faded away. Shirley stayed behind, a little dazed. She looked around and saw a familiar shop on the first floor, with shelves full of fake antiques.
The display window was very clean, and Mr. Duncan was standing next to it with a half-smiling smile.
After being stunned for several seconds, she whispered softly: "I'm back again..."
"Yes, you are back again," Duncan smiled, bent down to pick up Shirley's small box, and stepped forward, "We'd better discuss how to explain your injuries now. By the way,
Think of a reasonable reason for you to stay here permanently - but I don’t think you need to worry too much about this reason, Nina should be happy to see you stay."
Shirley looked behind blankly, then suddenly realized what she was doing, and quickly followed Duncan in a few steps. She reached for her suitcase and said quickly: "I can do it myself! I..."
Duncan smiled and shook his head, looking up and looking ahead.
The pale and cold brilliance of the Creation of the World shines on the boundless sea, and the gentle undulating waves reflect the light of fine scales. The cool sea breeze at night blows across the deck and flutters the hem of the captain's uniform.
Duncan stood on the deck of the Lost Home, looking at the three "Evangelists of the End" who still had not recovered their consciousness, but whose bodies had returned to human form little by little.
It turns out that these twisted guys can actually become normal people?
The sound of footsteps came from not far away. Duncan looked back and saw Alice's long silver hair flying in the night wind - a Gothic doll in a long skirt ran over under the night, running as he did.
He shouted happily: "Captain, Captain, I just heard from Mr. Goathead that you sent something to the deck again? You bought it from the human city-state again..."
Alice stopped in astonishment in the middle of her yelling. The puppet who ran out to watch the fun stopped beside the captain and looked at the three "humanoid creatures" lying on the deck with a confused expression.
After being stunned for a long time, the puppet turned to look at Duncan blankly: "Captain...is this also a souvenir of human city-states?"
"...That's right," Duncan thought for a while, "Anyway, I haven't seen it anywhere else. It just pops up one after another in the city."
Alice made a confused sound and raised her hand to scratch her hair. She felt that her head was itching - it seemed that she was about to grow a brain, but it didn't grow.
"It looks like... it should be a human being, right?" Didi Gugu said, "Captain, why did you bring three of these things up? You shouldn't have bought them, right?"
"I didn't buy it, I picked it up on the road." Duncan casually dealt with the doll with a fragmented mind. At the same time, he paid attention to the three "subspace believers" who had almost completely restored their human form. He noticed that one of them already had
It was a sign of awakening and I felt relieved.
It seems that Ai Yin's transmission process is as reliable as ever, and these cultists are still alive and well and can even wake up.
So... is it okay to let Ai Yin transport ordinary people to the ship in the future?
Duncan thought about it in his mind and his mood gradually became very good.
He has always wanted to find some cultists to serve as "experimental subjects" to test Ai Yin's ultra-long-distance teleportation ability, the special environment on the Lost Home, and Alice's guillotine power, but he has never found an opportunity.
Almost all the Sun Cultists in the city-state were captured by the Deep Sea Church in a round of attacks. Now they are all packed into churches in various places. The idle cultists among the people are running away and hiding. After searching for a long time, they can't be found. Originally, he had given up temporarily.
I had this idea in mind, but I didn’t expect to encounter such a situation tonight.
Several preachers of the end who worshiped the subspace appeared out of nowhere.
What else could Duncan say? He could only thank nature for its gift...
While he was thinking this, the "gifts of nature" on the deck finally woke up.
One of the final preachers suddenly twitched his body, and a hoarse and low grunt came from his throat. Then his skinny arms suddenly supported his body. The subspace worshiper sat up, shocked.
He looked at the unfamiliar surroundings around him.
The gentle waves and cold sea breeze stimulated his nerves that had been altered by the influence of subspace, and a gentle and deep voice came from the side: "You're awake."
"Here..." The cultist slowly turned his head, and the figures of Duncan and Alice were reflected in his cloudy eyes. His brain was running slowly, and it took him several seconds to regain his ability to think. The next second he finally suddenly
He stood up, faced Duncan with hostility, and took half a step back slightly, "Who are you?!"
"Oh, that's right, you haven't seen me," Duncan laughed, and while watching the other two Missionaries of the End slowly wake up, he said in a low voice, "Welcome to the Lost Home - you can
Call me Captain Duncan."
"...The Lost Home?!" The first cultist to wake up was stunned for a moment. He obviously knew the name. After a brief moment of astonishment, his eyes widened. "This is...this is the ship that came from subspace."
The returning ghost ship?!”
"Yes, it seems that you understand the situation, so our communication will be simple," Duncan nodded, "First of all, I have some questions..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the cultist opposite suddenly raised his hands high. A kind of ecstasy seemed to fill the mind of the fanatic, causing him to shout loudly: "Subspace! You finally came to me.
Wait until the door is opened! Eternal life in the apocalypse! Redemption in the disaster! All kinds of annihilation, all kinds of resurrection! The promised ark has arrived...The promised ark has arrived!"
Duncan couldn't continue what he said immediately——