Looking at the large basin on the dining table in front of her, Nina was still a little worried. She glanced at the nervous Alice next to her, then at the expressionless Duncan, and murmured in a low voice.
"If it still doesn't work, then you can only use sol, but that thing is corrosive, and I don't know if Alice's body will be affected," Duncan looked at the replaced one with an annoyed look on his face.
She looked at the motionless Gothic doll with her normal clothes on but her neck still fixed, "Maybe she will keep this pose from now on."
When Alice heard this, she panicked and waved her hands quickly: "No, let's try it with boiling water first!"
Nina's eyes moved between Alice and the basin several times, and finally she said oh and slowly put her hand into the cold water.
She controlled it very carefully, as if she was taking out a grain of sand precisely from the desert, and guided the flame burning deep in her soul to the outside - as a sunny girl with a passion of 6000 degrees deep in her heart, she wanted to
It is not easy to do such a precise operation, but she has been practicing this kind of precise control whenever she has time in the past few days. She has made great progress today, and it only took a short time for her to succeed.
The water has boiled.
Alice turned to look at Duncan, and Duncan glanced at Alice.
Then without hesitation, he pushed the doll's head into the pot of boiling water.
"Cook a little longer," Duncan said helplessly while pressing Alice's shoulder, "but if you feel any discomfort, stop first."
Alice immediately replied: "Gulu, Lu, Lu...Gulu."
Duncan thought for a moment, raised his head and said to Nina: "I guess she has nothing wrong with her."
Nina just stared at the scene in front of her, and after a long time she couldn't help muttering: "I still think this scene is so weird..."
Duncan sighed, thinking that it was needless to say, he himself felt that the scene was too weird to watch. On the second floor of the dark and narrow antique store, the uncle and nephew were pressing the head of a Gothic doll into boiling water.
Cook, the key is that this Gothic doll raised his hand in gestures and gave a thumbs up to show that he was fine...
Anyone who saw this scene for the first time would have to report it to the Sheriff - anyone who saw it the second time would have to report it to the church guardian.
At this moment, a burst of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the stairs, and then Shirley's voice reached the ears of Duncan and Nina: "I'm back! Mr. Duncan, Mr. Morris is here again, I asked him
Go straight to..."
The next second, Shirley's figure appeared at the door, and her voice stopped abruptly.
In the slightly dim room, Duncan and Nina were standing quietly next to a basin of boiling water. The latter still put her hand in the basin to keep the water boiling, while Duncan pressed his hand on Alice's shoulder and turned the water on.
The Gothic doll's head was firmly pressed into the water, and the doll was motionless at this time. The only sound that could be heard was the bubbling sound of boiling water.
Duncan and Nina raised their heads at the same time and looked at Shirley at the door.
Immediately afterwards, Morris also appeared, following behind Shirley.
The scene in the kitchen and dining room was also reflected in the historian's eyes.
The old man thought for a while and understood in his heart - Oh, it's the subspace shadows and sun fragments stewing Anomaly 099.
Morris nodded, thinking that today's antique store was the same as every day, still normal.
"What the fuck!" Shirley's dull exclamation finally sounded. She almost jumped up, looking at the situation in the room with a horrified expression, but then she quickly covered her mouth, as if she wanted to speak out.
He pressed back the curse word and made an indistinct grunt.
"What the hell is that?" Duncan immediately glared at the startled guy, "Is it your idea to let Alice pour glue into her neck?"
Shirley finally instantly understood what was happening in front of her. Her first thought was to turn around and run away, but under Duncan's gaze, she didn't dare to move.
"I...I just said it casually, I didn't expect that she would really do this," Shirley's voice trembled, "How could a normal person believe it..."
When Duncan heard this, he was about to say something, but suddenly felt Alice's body shaking. He immediately let go of his hand, and then saw Alice straightening up from the basin with a splash.
Only the body.
The brain is still boiling in the basin.
"Ah, it worked." Nina said in surprise.
Alice's body stood there blankly for a few seconds, and then she began to reach out and fumble for her head. Her head was floating in the basin, and she made a grunting cry for help: "Help...Gulu
Lu...help...gulu..."
Nina quickly picked up Alice's head and helped the latter put it back a little clumsily. After hearing the familiar "Boo" sound, everyone at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.
Alice turned her head left and right and found that although her neck was still a little stiff, she could indeed move. She immediately looked at Duncan with a happy look: "Captain! I can move again!"
"Take her to dry her hair. The collar is also wet. Help her dry it." Duncan sighed, raised his head and said to Nina, and then looked at her face, which was so panicked that she wanted to run but couldn't.
Shirley, who dared to run away, was not angry, "Go back and copy the alphabet twenty times, and copy each new word twenty times."
After he finished speaking, he didn't pay attention to Shirley's sudden collapse of expression, and looked directly at Morris: "What happened? Is there any new discovery about that symbol?"
Morris might not have come out of the weird, shocking and thrilling scene just now. He was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and quickly said: "Ah, it's not about the symbols, it's because I suddenly got it from my friend in the city hall today.
I got some news, I think...you might be interested in this news."
"News from the city hall?" Duncan frowned, "Tell me more about it."
A few minutes later, Morris told Duncan what he had learned only this morning.
"Vision-Plande..." At the dinner table, Duncan repeated the word with a solemn expression, and then looked at Morris, "When will this news be announced?"
"It's not decided yet, but it should be within the next few days," Morris nodded. "Judging from common sense, the city-state of Pland is still in the aftermath of the previous disaster, and most citizens are still very receptive. This
If the situation of the city-state turned into a vision was announced as one of the consequences of the disaster, it might not cause too serious chaos - but if the city-state was completely calm and everyone lived peacefully for a long time before announcing it,
That could turn into a new round of chaos."
Duncan nodded slightly and did not speak, but his mind could not help but recall the news he had just read in the newspaper.
The Cathedral of Storms will arrive in Pland.
Changes in the list of anomalies and visions are announced externally by major churches, so the Cathedral of Storms must be the first to know about this situation.
"It's very unusual for a city-state to turn into a vision but still operate as usual, but what's even more unusual is that this new vision has no number," Morris continued, "What... do you think of this?
"
Of course, Duncan also noticed the problem of this new vision not having a number, but what could he think? His attainments in occultism are actually not as good as Agou...
But he couldn't say these words, so he could only ponder for a while, and then shook his head with an indifferent expression: "I don't have any opinion. The 'coding' of anomalies and visions published by major churches are both incomprehensible to me."
It doesn’t make sense to understand.”
"this……"
Morris opened his mouth, but then he thought of the green flames that burned throughout the city that day, the black sun that disintegrated and died, and Anomaly 099 who was still obediently pressed into the basin just now.
All of these seem to be the same to Captain Duncan, they are all... "daily problems" that need to be dealt with a little bit.
There is no need for people to care about the name of every particle of dust they clean up every day.
"Well, this really doesn't make sense to you." The old scholar glanced at Duncan with some awe, and then he hesitated again, and then slowly organized his words and said, "Also, although there should be no doubt about this, but
I still want to confirm that Purande was indeed transformed into a vision by you, right?"
Duncan turned his face slightly: "Do you have any questions?"
"No, I have no doubts. I'm just curious about your subsequent plans for this city-state," Morris said while organizing his words, trying to express his thoughts as clearly and unambiguously as possible. "You will
It was transformed into a vision in order to..."
"I have no intention of controlling the fate of this city-state, nor do I intend to interfere with anyone's future." Duncan shook his head gently before Morris could finish speaking, "If I must say..."
He paused and turned to look out the window, looking at the peaceful scenery on the street.
"I quite like this place, so I hope it can be safe in the future."
…
In the Cathedral of Storms, Vanna, who was talking to Heidi, suddenly stopped and looked back with some confusion.
"What's wrong?" Heidi looked at her friend curiously.
"I seemed to suddenly hear a bell ringing just now, and someone was talking to me in a low voice," Fanna frowned, "I seemed to have heard wrongly."
"I must have heard it wrong, I didn't hear anything," Heidi waved her hand, "You must have been under too much pressure recently. You need me to give you..."
"No need!" Fanna interrupted quickly before Heidi could finish, "I feel that my mental state is quite good, and I will solve it myself if I encounter any problems. You know, the priests are all half psychiatrists.
."
"Okay, don't use it, you don't have to be so nervous," Heidi muttered helplessly, "By the way, where did I just say it?"
Fanna thought for a while and reminded: "Just now you said that your father went to an antique store and bought a cannonball. Now you are worried about his mental state..."
(I have also confirmed that I am infected. It is difficult to get up and write now. I still have a few emergency chapters in the archives. I will post them first. I hope I can regain some energy before the archives are exhausted. In addition, I have enough medicine here now.