After putting away his new "collection", Zhou Ming did not leave the room directly as usual. Instead, he sat down on the chair opposite the shelf while looking at the Lost Home and Plande on the shelf.
On the other hand, he was lost in thought.
He is trying to summarize and understand what these "collections" represent.
All this time, this bachelor apartment and the world opposite the door have been isolated from each other. Except for oneself who can pass through that door, nothing in the two worlds can cross the thick fog barrier in that door to communicate with each other.
He has tried it many times.
In a sense, the "models" of the Lost Home and Pland that appeared in the room actually broke this rule - they were obviously related to the world on the other side of the door, and their properties were also obviously...
"Extraordinary attributes".
Extraordinary is not a concept that should appear on this side of the gate.
The appearance of these two collections has a common pattern - they are things that were completely burned by the fire of the spiritual body and then "controlled" by his own consciousness.
Zhou Ming thought quietly and summarized the rules bit by bit. In the end, he believed that "burning" and "control" should indeed be the two necessary conditions for the emergence of collections.
The original White Oak was also burned by the flames of the Lost Home, but he did not actively want to control the ship at that time. He did not exert any influence or "instruction" on the White Oak. Therefore, after the burning of the ship, the ship
In addition to leaving a strong imprint, there is no corresponding "collection" in the room on this side of the door.
The city-state of Puland was burned by the spiritual fire, and while burning, he actively controlled and purified the city-state, and even regarded the city-state as part of the lost country, so Puland became a man here.
pieces of collection.
So...what use can this transformation be used for? What does the things that become collections mean to you?
Zhou Ming's eyes fell on Pulande's "model", and then he closed his eyes slightly.
The breeze is blowing through the port district in the southeastern part of the city-state, fine waves are lapping at the coast, the clock in the fourth district has just sounded for the last time, and the steam factory in the upper town is running roaringly.
He opened his eyes again, and the situation was just as he expected.
He can sense the state of the entire city-state, even down to any building or street lamp - although he cannot sense the "human" part of the city-state, to him Purander's body is really like that lifelike figure.
The model is generally presented in front of one's eyes.
This feeling... is like having control over the Lost Home.
Zhou Ming was thoughtful, unconsciously rubbing his chin with his fingers. After realizing the extent of his influence on that city-state, he naturally began to use the Lost Home as a reference.
Today's Purand can be regarded as another Lost Home, so...what he can do on the Lost Home can undoubtedly be done in Purand.
He can order all the bell towers in the entire city-state to ring for him, order the city-state to sink into the spiritual world, and even...
Zhou Ming stopped subconsciously rubbing his chin.
You can even order city-states to sink into subspace.
Zhou Ming's eyes narrowed, and he quickly closed his eyes to suppress the terrible thought that suddenly appeared. However, although the thought was suppressed, his heart was still beating fast.
He can really do this, because he can also let the Homeless Ship do this. The subspace is there, and he can clearly perceive the "direction" of the chaotic dimension - those "positions" that the Evangelist of the End longs for but cannot obtain.
"The Promised Land" was like going home to him...
Even more than that, when he had that terrifying thought just now, he instantly felt a vague call, just like some people who have an inexplicable and terrifying impulse to jump forward when standing in front of a cliff.
I felt this urge just now!
It only takes one thought, one instruction, one compromise on impulse, one carelessness, and he... can reach the place that calls him.
At the same time, everything that is trapped by oneself, controlled by oneself, and contaminated by oneself will fall together.
Zhou Ming took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the chair.
The world is right to fear the Homeless and Captain Duncan, and they should be afraid.
Zhou Ming took one last deep look at his collection shelf, exhaled a breath, turned around and walked towards the door of his bachelor's apartment.
On the chart table in the captain's room, the dark wooden goat head heard the noise coming from the door. It raised its head and saw Captain Duncan's tall figure appearing at the door. Its obsidian eyes suddenly lit up, and it immediately began to push skillfully.
Force: "Ah! The great captain has returned to his loyal first mate! Your achievements are known to everyone, and your power makes the boundless sea..."
Duncan didn't say anything, and sat down at the navigation table, silently watching the goat's head sticking out, his eyes indifferent.
Instead, the goat head felt awkward at first. Halfway through, he couldn't help but stop: "Um... Captain, don't you always say 'shut up' at this time..."
Duncan looked indifferent: "I suddenly became curious, how long can you talk if I don't tell you to shut up."
When the goat head heard this, he immediately became excited - it seemed that he did not hear the ridicule in Duncan's words at all, or he did and pretended not to hear it: "Then you are on to the point, your faithful omission
He has always been knowledgeable and knowledgeable, even if he just talks about the recipes on the boundless sea, he can talk from morning to night. If you are interested, we can start with the 137 categories of butter biscuits..."
"Okay, shut up," Duncan interrupted quickly, shaking his head helplessly, "I thought you at least had the concept of 'embarrassment'."
The goat shook its head, and there was a crunching sound in its neck. Then its dark face turned completely to Duncan, and its empty eyes stared at the latter's face: "Captain, you seem to have something on your mind?
We have just completed an unprecedented feat, is there anything else that can affect your mood?"
"An unprecedented feat..." Duncan muttered softly, then shook his head, "You can feel the connection between the current city-state of Pland and the Lost Home."
"Of course!" the goat head replied immediately, not forgetting to boast, "I never thought that such a day would come - your power is shocking, your hunt this time is an entire city-state! Then the next target is
Where? Should we go to Lensa or Coldhaven first? Or Frostbite..."
Duncan waved his hand, and the goat head suddenly became quiet.
"I'm not interested in 'hunting' for the time being. I just want to tell you that I don't have the energy to keep an eye on such a big place all the time. If you sense something that shouldn't be there stepping onto Plande, you can give it a warning.
I - of course, provided you have spare capacity, your main task is still to take care of the ship."
"I'm very happy!" Goat Head said immediately, "This is easy for me, and I will definitely live up to your expectations..."
Duncan nodded slightly, then glanced at the clock on the wall next to him, and then looked out the window.
Before I knew it, the night had passed.
A few seconds later, Duncan suddenly turned around: "What time is it now?!"
The goat head was startled for a moment, a little unsure: "It should be... it's morning, the sun should be rising."
"...the sun has not risen," Duncan said in a deep voice, with an extremely serious expression. Then he suddenly turned his head and stared at the ticking wall clock, "...the sunrise should have been fourteen minutes ago."
The goat's head fell silent for an instant, while Duncan's eyes were still fixed on the advancing hands on the wall clock and the mechanical disc on the top of the wall clock depicting the rising scale of the sun.
The "sun" of this world, the super anomaly numbered 001, rises and sets at an extremely precise moment every day, and the wall clock of the Lost Home is linked to the coordinates on the chart.
Precisely indicating at what time in the current sea area, Vision 001 will jump out of the sea - nothing has ever gone wrong since Duncan came to this world.
The sun did not rise in time today. Ordinary people may not have noticed this change, but Duncan noticed it, and the moment he noticed it, he suddenly felt a huge... uneasiness.
He didn't even know how this uneasiness suddenly appeared.
"Maybe... just wait a moment..." The goat-headed voice sounded again at this moment, and it seemed a little nervous, "You see, the weather at sea is always unpredictable, and there might be something.
blocked……"
Duncan didn't pay attention to what the goat head was saying. He was still looking at the wall clock, but in the next second, a subtle golden light suddenly appeared at the edge of his vision.
That ray of golden light spilled in through the window.
Duncan immediately turned around, walked to the window in a few steps, opened the window and looked at the sea in the distance.
The sun rose, and the huge body of light bound by two rings of runes gradually rose into the sky as usual. The rays of light illuminated the entire boundless sea, and at the same time dispelled the cold and pale atmosphere left by the creation of the world to this world.
He turned around and checked the time one last time.
Today's sunrise is fifteen minutes later than usual.
Why?
Is it the aftermath of the Puland disaster? Is it related to the "Creeping Sun Disk" summoned by the Sun Cultists? Is it related to Nina's awakening and control? Or... is it a precursor to another mutation?
Duncan returned to the table and couldn't help but think wildly. He knew that these thoughts might be a bit too nervous, but after just experiencing the historical pollution crisis in Pland, he was now particularly keen on all unusual phenomena.
"Maybe it's just the influence of the weather at sea. Look, the sun is still rising," Goat Head said next to him. "Sometimes large-scale thick fog will refract light, causing..."
"The sun in Pland is also fifteen minutes late," Duncan interrupted the goat head softly. "The weather is fine over there and the sea is calm - it's not the sun that's late, it's the sun itself."