Subspace can contaminate everything except subspace, even reality and time, but this does not seem to be a problem for the Lost Home.
Because in a sense, this ship is already part of the subspace - in fact, its bottom is still sailing in the subspace even now.
You can't make a person with a san value of zero go crazy, nor can you let the Homeless Ship, which has been completely transformed by subspace, be contaminated again.
Listening to the words of the goat head, Duncan showed a thoughtful expression, but he did not ponder for too long, because the voice of the goat head came from the navigation table again: "Captain, you are beginning to be interested in things within the boundaries of civilization.
Yes—you have been focusing on sailing beyond the border before. Is there anything in the city-state that is of special significance to you?"
Sailing beyond the borders?
Duncan's heart moved slightly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged. He just answered casually: "It's just simple, no reason is needed."
"Ah, okay, you are the captain, you have the final say." The goat head replied immediately, and then it was silent for two seconds, as if hesitating or thinking about something, and then spoke in a low voice.
"Well, just in case I want to ask you a question."
Duncan raised his eyebrows.
He heard a hoarse and low voice coming from inside the wooden frame: "Name?"
"Duncan Abnomar." Duncan had no expression on his face, and the fingers of his two hands were lightly crossed together. But this time after saying the name, he suddenly laughed, and then asked: "Actually, I
I’m curious, what would happen if I said another name?”
This is the first time he has asked this question, and it is also his boldest "crossing the line" so far - it is his life on this ship, his many contacts with goat heads, and his growing understanding of his own strength and characteristics.
Understanding made him finally take this step tentatively.
Mutual probing and observation established the most basic tacit understanding. Duncan's rhetorical question revealed a tacit fact that both parties knew, and the goat head fell into a long silence after this question. After a full minute, the captain's room
Only then did its low and hoarse voice sound again: "Then please try not to tease me like that, Captain, the Homeless Ship still needs you to helm it."
Duncan laughed.
Just as he thought, if the goat head had been "Captain Duncan's" deputy in the past century, then its understanding of the ghost captain might even be better than the captain's understanding of himself, and considering the world
There are so many weird and extraordinary things in the world. Would a "first mate" who knows the captain extremely well not notice the changes in the captain and think of possible situations?
No matter how careful the disguise is, there are loopholes. This loophole will become more and more obvious as time goes by, but no one has mentioned this loophole, which shows that this level of disguise is just right and necessary.
The Lost Home needs a captain, and the captain's name is "Duncan Abnormar." The things behind the name are not important, and it doesn't matter whether the captain himself is real or not, as long as there is a qualified person at the helm.
Duncan was just a little curious as to why it was him, and whether the fact that he now had "self-will" was an unplanned situation, because according to his general understanding of ghost ships, if a cursed ship had to constantly "catch"
"If someone is to be the captain, then the chosen person should actually be controlled by the curse, and he is obviously not bound by anything.
…
But he did not ask these questions, because the attitude of the goat head reminded him in a subtle way:
"It's okay for everyone to know some things, don't mention them too obviously."
Until we understand all the secrets behind the Lost Home, this topic can end here.
"You still need your loyal first mate to serve you, and the Lost Home still needs a great captain to be at the helm. What do you think?"
The goat-headed voice came from the side, sounding a little expectant and even eager.
Duncan turned his head and stared at the other person's obsidian eyeballs.
"Of course." He said with a smile.
Then he stood up and walked towards the door of the captain's cabin: "I have to leave for a while, and you take care of the ship."
The goat head has returned to his usual dog-legged attitude, with amusement in his tone.
Kuai: "Of course, your loyal (omitted below.) will be here waiting for you to come back. I wish you the best on your journey."
Duncan had already pushed the door open and walked out of the room, blocking the words behind the goat's head behind the door.
He stood on the stern deck and exhaled softly. A strange sense of relief floated in his heart. The morning sun was spreading over the sea, making the entire deck seem to be filled with a warm atmosphere, and the door connected to the captain's cabin The door stood quietly in front of Duncan, with the letters "Gate of the Homeless" shining brightly in the sun on the door frame.
He pressed the handle and pushed forward gently.
In the captain's room, Goat Head sensed that the captain had temporarily left the Homeless Ship.
It was silent, everything in the whole room was silent, and even the whole ship was silent. But after a few minutes, a low creaking sound suddenly came from under the floor, followed by some people in the room. The furnishings began to sway slightly and make various subtle sounds.
The goat-headed voice broke the silence immediately, and Didi muttered to herself: "Mom, you're not angry. I guess you're not angry. I'll go. I'm really not angry."
Various subtle noises in the room became more obvious.
"I know, I know. It's not like I have to ask for your name every now and then! Isn't this for safety of navigation? If you suddenly fall back into subspace, at least you have a preparation. Don't make a fuss, don't make a fuss. I'm still in a mess. How about you next time? Ask! If not, then stop making noise. You also know that I am the only one with a mouth on the whole ship."
"That doll? There's nothing wrong with you, right? She doesn't know the situation. Wait, when did you have such a good relationship with her? Aren't you feeling guilty after fighting and bullying all day long? Can you still be like this?"
"Okay, okay, let's go. Let's go. Concentrate on the journey. The captain may come back at some time. He may ask about the progress of the voyage. Anchor, can you learn to paddle? It can provide some power when you swing it. I Just look at the propellers of that kind of steam ship, just pretend I didn’t say it. How about you jump off those two lifeboats and float over? Okay, just pretend I didn’t say it.”
The various noises in the captain's cabin gradually calmed down.
The goat head sighed silently and continued to control the huge ghost ship heading towards the city-state of Pland.
On the mist-shrouded sea map, the flickering light spot where the city-state is located is a little closer.
Zhou Ming opened the door of his bachelor's apartment and stepped towards the world he was familiar with.
…
There was still fog outside the window, and the world he was familiar with was still only so far away.
Everything in the room remained as it was when he left. The bedding on the bed was a little scattered, the books on the bedside table were still open, the computer screen in the corner flickered, and the "Network Not Connected" prompt appeared over and over again in the lower right corner. Bounce.
Duncan breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the shelf at the end of the room.
The miniature model of the Lost Home is still lying quietly in the grid, still where it was last placed.
Duncan picked up the lifelike "model" of the ghost ship, opened the door of the captain's cabin and took a look inside.
The navigation table was still empty, and there was no goat head in sight.
Duncan thought for a while, put the Lost Home back to its original position, and then turned around and came to the desk, ready to sit down and rest. By the way, he could sort out the known information and organize his thoughts in this familiar and quiet environment.
But suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something on the desk.
Strictly speaking, it is not a "thing", but some weird phenomena.
He saw some very, very tiny flames jumping on the empty table. The tiny flames were like sparks, and under the outline of these weak and green flames, there were some vague outlines in the air.
Sometimes it appears and sometimes it disappears.
It was as if something was condensing on the desk, but it was condensing too slowly and was stuck in a state of being about to take shape.
Duncan sat down in front of the desk, quietly watching the jumping flames and the faint appearance of the flames.
The silhouette appeared, the green firelight reflected on his face, and his slightly thin face gradually became serious.
He recognized that some of the outlines outlined by the dancing flames were places he was familiar with - they were certain neighborhoods in Pland!
He could even distinguish some details of the city-state's coast.
The fire was burning, and Duncan still remembered that the order he gave to the flame was to continue chasing and hunt for the "thing" with the black umbrella.
Now it has spread to almost every corner of the city-state.
Prey is everywhere!?
Duncan's brows furrowed little by little. He followed thoughtfully, discerning the trajectory of the flames, looking for the pattern of their gathering and the direction where they might gather next, just like a hunter tracking the scent of his prey.