Duncan had indeed cast a spark of fire into the mirror-image Frost City-State - but he felt it was not enough.
He could clearly feel that the situation of Hanshuang this time was different from that of Plande. The fire he cast did not spread quickly on the "other side of the mirror", and his perception of fire was also greatly weakened.
And interference - he guessed that this may be because there is a natural barrier between the world "on both sides of the mirror", or because there is no accurate correspondence between the mirror image and the real world, and those misaligned parts are interfering with his judgment.
No matter what the reason is, he needs to find a way to strengthen the connection between himself and the fire, and strengthen the connection with the White Oak and Agatha.
During the conversation, Fanna suddenly showed a thoughtful expression: "Speaking of the issue of mirror images... Are you sure you saw the figure of the gatekeeper in the reflection of the glass, right?"
"Of course it's certain."
"This is a bit strange..." Fanna frowned, "If she is really trapped in that mirror world, how come there is no news about the city-state until now - the top defender disappeared mysteriously, even if it is to calm people's hearts
Considering that the news has been blocked, at least the cathedral and the city hall will take some other actions..."
She paused for a moment and then summarized based on her own experience: "Secret searches, martial law in specific areas, and changes in the frequency and distribution of nighttime patrols by guards.
Even under a blackout, these details can still be observed, but Mr. Morris and I have been active in the city-state for a long time today, and we have not noticed any changes in this regard."
Nina, who was looking down at her book, suddenly raised her head: "Maybe it's because the gatekeeper just disappeared not long ago and the city-state hasn't reacted yet?"
"...If this is really the case, then the frost is really hopeless." Vanna shook her head seriously, "But based on my observations during this period, although this city-state has definitely fallen into decline.
Although the situation is not so bad in other aspects, the church and the city hall are at least running in an orderly manner."
"Perhaps we will observe changes in the atmosphere in the city-state during the day tomorrow." Duncan said casually, and just when he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly felt a heavy touch on his arm, interrupting what he wanted to say.
if.
Shirley had fallen over, her head hitting his arm, and she was snoring evenly.
But the next second, before Duncan could react, he saw the girl jump out of her sleep, and even Agou, who was dozing at the foot of the sofa, was thrown into the air: "
Yes, yes, yes...yes...right..."
Shirley's "I'm sorry" didn't even stutter out in the end. Duncan heard a loud "bang" sound, and Agou, who had been thrown into the air just now, fell to the ground. The latter rolled over with his head buzzing: "
What situation, what situation, a fight started?"
Then it realized that the surrounding atmosphere was a bit strange. When it looked up, several strange eyes fell on itself and Shirley.
"It's not that the fight started, but Shirley fell asleep." Duncan sighed with a smile and looked at Shirley, who was still tense. "It doesn't matter, go upstairs to sleep. Minors must ensure adequate sleep.
Okay—Nina, stop reading, it’s time to go to bed.”
"Oh." Nina reluctantly put away the book she had just read halfway through, stood up and grabbed Shirley, who was still nervous, and the two held hands and walked to the second floor.
Duncan watched the two girls disappear up the stairs, then turned his gaze and nodded to Vanna: "Tomorrow you and Maurice go uptown to see if there is any change in the atmosphere at the cathedral.
If possible, find out the reaction of the city hall - until things develop today, the presence of Frost City Hall has always been very low. I am very curious about what they are doing."
"Okay," Fanna nodded, and then she was a little curious, "What about you? What are your plans next?"
"I'm going to go to the Second Waterway again and go there with Alice," Duncan said casually, "Let's go and see the corridor where the crow happened - since it is now speculated that there is a 'mirror frost', and the crow was extremely violent at the time.
Maybe we entered there by mistake. Maybe we can find some new line from that corridor.
So."
Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted: "Speaking of which, is Alice still cleaning up in the kitchen?"
"It seems," Morris said as he stood up and looked back, "She did stay in the kitchen for too long...could it be that her head fell in a corner and got stuck and couldn't be taken out?"
"It's really not a worry... I'll go over and take a look." Duncan sighed helplessly, got up, left the sofa and went to the kitchen.
As soon as he arrived in the kitchen, he saw the Gothic doll standing next to the sink - she did not lose her head as Morris guessed, but she raised her head at a weird angle and stared blankly.
A corner of the ceiling.
Probably because she was too immersed in it, Alice didn't hear Duncan's footsteps. She just stared blankly in the direction of nothing, then stretched out the hand holding the kitchen knife and fiddled with it in the air, and then changed it again.
direction, and continued to fiddle with the air - as if trying to catch an invisible fly.
The Gothic doll is cutting the air with a dull expression in the kitchen. This scene is too weird. It seems that in the next second, a health bar will appear on the doll's head that can fill the screen, and there will be sounds all around.
An organ-style BG-Duncan couldn't help but finally said: "What are you doing?"
"Wow!"
Alice was startled for a moment, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to help her head - but she forgot that she was holding a sharp knife in her hand, so the next second, she heard a "pop" sound, and she stabbed her
He stabbed himself in the forehead.
With a "Gaba" sound, the head was poked off by herself.
Although he usually saw too many scary and unreliable looks of this doll, Duncan was still dumbfounded at this moment. He quickly stepped forward to support Alice's shaky body, and then saw the latter waving around in a hurry.
She hit her arm - the sharp kitchen knife was still in her hand, and the tip of the knife was poking her own head. After waving it several times, she realized belatedly and quickly hugged her with her left hand.
Holding his head, he pulled out the kitchen knife from his forehead with his right hand.
Then the puppet fumbled and threw the kitchen knife to the side, then took his own head and pressed it on his neck in a familiar manner. After a "pop" sound, it returned to its original place.
"You scared me!" Alice turned her head and looked at Duncan a little aggrievedly, but soon her eyes were attracted by the thing on Duncan's arm, "Captain, this knife looks familiar.
Why."
Duncan held the handle of the kitchen knife on his arm with no expression on his face (it was also blocked by the bandage), pulled it out and threw it aside: "Nonsense, this is what you just fucked."
"...I'm sorry!" The doll suddenly exclaimed and hurriedly stepped forward to check the situation, "Are you okay? Do you want a bandage?"
"No need, it's just a corpse anyway." Duncan twitched the corner of his mouth, but his eyes couldn't help but fall on Alice's forehead.
Miss Doll's head was stabbed by herself just now, leaving a huge wound. But at this moment, the wound is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye - there is no blood in the wound, only warm and jade-like fluids.
After a few breaths, the area was restored to its original state.
Alice was a little embarrassed by Duncan's gaze and subconsciously touched her face: "Why do you keep looking at me..."
"...What kind of material are you made of?" Duncan frowned and reached out to touch the place where Alice was injured just now. What he felt was a touch similar to skin, but cold and lifeless, "On your head.
A hole was opened just now, did you know?"
Alice was startled for a moment, raised her hand to touch her forehead, and replied blankly: "It's grown."
"Of course I know it's grown!"
"...I don't understand," Alice shook her head, "I don't know what material I am made of...but it doesn't seem to be wood or ceramic..."
Duncan held it in for two seconds and twitched his lips: "I shouldn't expect to get any answers from you - forget it, let's not talk about this, what were you doing just now? Why were you staring at the ceiling in a daze?"
"There are wires," Alice answered honestly. "There were some wires that suddenly popped up just now - but now they suddenly appear again."
But it’s gone.”
Duncan's expression changed instantly: "Thread?!"
Alice can see special "lines", and these lines represent "people"!
"Yes," Alice nodded, with a serious look on her face, "I'm also curious about why there are threads coming out, and there's no one else here... But I remember what you taught me, and I can't just grab other people's threads.
So I just used a kitchen knife to fiddle with it..."
Duncan didn't pay attention to what the puppet said in the second half of his sentence. His attention was already focused on the "threads" that Alice mentioned, that appeared and disappeared suddenly.
His eyes quickly swept across the kitchen, looking for anything that might be connected to the "mirror image".
The glass on the window, the water in the pool, the blade of the kitchen knife - these all seem to be used to establish a connection with the mirror space, but they do not appear abnormal.
But Duncan believed in Alice, she wouldn't lie.
At a certain moment just now, the mirror frost intersected with the reality here - perhaps it was only a very, very weak and brief intertwining, but it was enough for the puppet to capture the thread "floating" from there.