After leaving the captain's cabin, Duncan did not go anywhere else. Instead, he turned around and grasped the handle of the "Homeless Door" again, and then pushed it inward.
Zhou Ming returned to his dormitory.
Looking around, familiar scenery came into view. Everything in the room was exactly the same as when he left last time, and it seemed that he had not returned here for a long time.
Slowly crossing the entrance hall, stepping on the mottled and worn floor, Zhou Ming first came to the closed window as usual. He checked the marks on the window sill and confirmed the status of the window lock - even though he knew in his heart that
It was meaningless, but he still completed all the inspections carefully, and solemnly picked up the diary hanging by the window and wrote down today's inspection results in the blank part of the notebook.
There were no changes to the doors or windows. This room had never been opened during my absence.
After leaving this new record, he exhaled softly and then slowly came to the desk.
On the desk, some tiny green sparks were crackling and jumping, and the gradually spreading flames were outlining the outline of an object bit by bit. The entire outlining process was nearing the end.
It was a ship, a steam-powered mechanical ship with a beautiful white hull and a tall chimney that looked quite advanced.
Zhou Ming looked at this scene calmly, with no surprise on his face.
A "model" of the White Oak appears in this room, but... why? Why does it suddenly appear here? What has happened to the ship?
Zhou Ming raised his head and looked at the shelf not far away. The "model" of the Lost Home and Plande on the shelf
Still lying quietly between the grids.
The "items" that are completely burned by the fire of the spirit body and completely controlled by oneself will appear in the form of accurate models on the desk of this bachelor's apartment. This is an established rule, and this is the case for both Homeless and Plande.
And the White Oak...
Zhou Ming recalled his first encounter with the ship.
The White Oak was indeed burned by his own spiritual fire, and the entire ship was even "swallowed" by the Homeless, but perhaps it was because I was not proficient in controlling the spiritual fire at that time.
After the "burning" at that time, the White Oak did not become a "collection" on his desk, but only left a mark. This state continues to this day.
Zhou Ming sat down in front of the desk, quietly watching the green sparks jumping on the table and completely outlining the last outline of the White Oak, his expression thoughtful.
He was certain that he had not paid attention to the movements of the White Oak during this period, nor had he actively "triggered" the flame mark on the ship, so this change was not caused by him - it was the White Oak,
Something obviously happened to that ship, which caused the mark on the ship to be activated, and even directly "activated" to the point where the entire ship became one of the "collections" here.
Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and tried again to locate the position of the White Oak and sense its current status.
After a while, he opened his eyes, his expression a little solemn.
Even in this dormitory, he still could not accurately confirm where the White Oak was. His vague perception could only point roughly in the direction of the Frost City State in the world opposite the door. When trying to confirm the status of the White Oak,
, and he got a somewhat weird feedback.
He actually felt that the entire ship was surrounded by sea water.
On the desk, the jumping of green sparks stopped, and the accurate model of the White Oak lay quietly in front of Zhou Ming, every detail was lifelike.
After a slight hesitation, Zhou Ming reached out and picked up the model of the White Oak, placing it in front of his eyes and observing it carefully.
But he didn't see anything inconsistent.
After fiddling with it for a while, Zhou Ming shook his head and realized that he couldn't confirm the status of the ship here - he still had to go to Hanshuang to confirm the situation.
He stood up from the desk, holding the white oak horn in his hand, and was about to put this new "collection" on the shelf first, but as soon as he took a few steps out, he suddenly stopped next to a mirror.
He looked at the mirror. In the mirror, what he held in his hand was not the White Oak, but a strange ship shrouded in thick black fog and large shadows!
The outline of the ship is vaguely similar to that of the White Oak. It seems to be a ship with the same origin, but the overall shape presents an unreal texture like a phantom. Traces of damage and abandonment can be seen everywhere on the ship.
Zhou Ming stared at the ship in the mirror as if he had been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for many years. After a moment, he lowered his head and saw that he was indeed holding a model of the White Oak.
After a brief moment of astonishment and thought, Zhou Ming suddenly put the model of the White Oak aside. He quickly walked to the shelf, picked up the models of the Homeless Ship and the City-State of Pland, and tested them in front of the mirror.
.
They don't change much in the mirror.
Only the White Oak showed a strange "other appearance" in the mirror.
Zhou Ming once again brought the model of the White Oak to the mirror, and looked thoughtfully at the black ship's shadow in the mirror.
It looked like the "reflection" of the White Oak in another dimension.
While thinking, he slowly reached out to the phantom in the mirror.
He only touched the cold, hard surface of the mirror.
Driving the boat alone, Lawrence watched the towering hull of the Black Oak gradually enlarge in his field of vision, and the thick fog that seemed to be filled with shadows gradually enveloped his surroundings. A lantern hanging on the bow of the boat struggled to
It dispersed the surrounding darkness, but could only outline a hazy route for him.
He turned around and saw that the White Oak had turned into a blurry shadow in the mist - the two ships were obviously so close when he stood on the bridge of the White Oak and looked over, but at this moment he felt
It feels like there is a gap between the two. The gap is not a physical distance, but some kind of... barrier between reality and reality.
And now he is gradually crossing this barrier.
His mood calmed down. The surroundings became weirder and darker, but his mood became calmer. It was as if all the roads were clear and fate had revealed all the choices to him - he was going to Black Oak.
No matter what is waiting for you there.
But the only one who seemed to be calm was another passenger in his own boat, who didn't look so calm.
"Just let me go back! Put a rope on me, you can hang me on the mast!" Anomaly 077 shouted, this ugly mummy has been chattering from the beginning, "As long as it can make me return to sleep.
, I will listen to you in everything... Even if you ask me to convert to the Storm Goddess... the God of Death will do! I don't want to keep my eyes open anymore!"
Lawrence finally turned his head and responded to the mummy for the first time since setting off: "Can you still convert to God?"
The mummy was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "As long as you let me go back to sleep, I can convert to any god in my sleep!"
Lawrence thought for a moment and thought of a popular joke among sailors, and a smile appeared on his face: "Then you try to convert to the God of Wisdom?"
Anomaly 077's whole body stiffened for an unknown amount of time, and then he moved slightly after an unknown amount of time, and squeezed out a few words from his dry throat: "I can try plane geometry first..."
"Even the God of Wisdom dares to try it. It seems that you are really driven to panic." Lawrence shook his head and couldn't help but feel curious, "But why are you so afraid? I read the information that you are out of control.
The kind of abnormality that you tend to have, but now you are desperately trying to go back to sleep?"
Anomaly 077 did not answer, but just tried to huddle up in a corner on the boat, staring nervously at the green flames burning quietly on Lawrence's body.
Lawrence lowered his head and looked at his body that had not yet returned to its original shape, then raised his head: "Because of this fire
Flame? Or is it because of the symbolic power behind the flame?"
Abnormal 077 said in a muffled voice: "Don't you understand this very well?"
"I didn't expect that even an anomaly like you would understand the prestige of the Lost Home," Lawrence said with some emotion. "I saw a description of you in the information, saying that you were conscious and could talk to people after losing control.
But I didn’t expect that your consciousness would reach this level...If you weren’t a mummy, I would almost think you were a human being.”
Anomaly 077 lowered his head, seemingly resigned to his fate, but never spoke again.
Lawrence didn't care about the "sailor's" reaction. He now had countless mysteries to think about. A deviation from the data records, a weird out-of-control anomaly, was insignificant compared to those mysteries.
So many unknowns, so many secrets.
How many years has it been since you felt this way?
It seems that after saying goodbye to the Black Oak, the adventurer Lawrence has disappeared from this world, and the unknown and the distance have become words in his memory. Until the moment he sees the Black Oak again, the adventurer Lawrence has once again changed from a
The old captain woke up deep in his heart.
He raised his head and saw that the towering hull of the Black Oak was less than a few meters away from the boat. He controlled the boat and slowly approached it. At the familiar place in his memory, he stopped, picked up the oar and tapped the hull.
A rope ladder was thrown down from above and landed on the bow of the boat.
Lawrence turned around and looked at Anomaly 077 huddled in the corner.
"Come aboard, sailor."
Anomaly 077 stood up reluctantly and lowered his head: "Yes, Captain."