Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 60 Opposite the Door

This door leads to the lost home.

The letters on the door frame were cast in brass, and it looked as if a century had passed, and under the reflection of the spiritual lantern and the chaotic glimmer that permeated the entire cabin, every line on the letters seemed to be plated with a layer of frozen time, exuding a simple and mysterious taste.

Duncan stared at the line of letters for a few seconds, turned his head expressionlessly and left.

Alice's voice suddenly came from the side: "Hey? Captain, are we leaving now?" Doesn't this door need to be checked? Even if you don't open it, you can ......"

"There is nothing more to see, this is already the end of the bilge." Duncan said casually.

But at this moment, a slight knocking sound suddenly came, causing him to stop.

Duncan turned his head and looked at Alice who fell behind him, Alice looked around nervously, and finally turned to look at the dark wooden door: "The sound seems to be coming from behind this door ......."

Duncan stopped in place, staring at the wooden door with a serious face, he waited patiently for a few seconds, and suddenly heard two more knocks—the knock was faint and vague, as if it was separated by an extremely thick curtain, as if the door was wrapped in something invisible, but it was not an illusion.

After a short but fierce weigh-in, he finally returned to the door, and Alice followed him, nervously paying attention to the movement that might come next.

Duncan held a lantern in one hand and a long sword in the other, carefully observing the dark wooden door in front of him, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that the door was not completely closed - on the side of the door, you could see a door crack that was only about a centimeter.

The door was closed, as if someone had forgotten to close it after leaving in a hurry, and it seemed that some "something" inside had deliberately left a crack in the door to attract the blind to visit.

Duncan picked up the lantern and shone it cautiously inside, his eyes peering through the crack in the door to observe the situation on the other side of the door—but his other hand had already held his long sword against the crack, ready to stab whatever "thing" came out of it.

However, he never imagined what he would see -

across the crack in

the door was a room.

A small room looks like it has been a few years, the wallpaper on the wall looks dull and wrinkled, the slightly messy furnishings seem to have not been properly cleaned up for a long time, and there is a single bed in the direction of the door, and there is a table next to the bed, on which are computers, books and a small decoration.

A tall and thin figure was reading at the desk, wearing a white shirt bought at an ordinary stall, with messy hair and uncared for, and his body looked a little thin after obviously not exercising much.

Duncan's eyes passed through the crack of the door, staring at everything familiar "over there", staring at the room, staring at the figure lying on the desk, and the figure seemed to suddenly feel something, he stopped writing, raised his head suddenly, got up and ran to the door.

The figure ran over, staring out through the crack in the door, staring at Duncan.

Duncan was also staring at him, staring at that familiar face - it was his own!

He began to push the door hard, as if he wanted to come out, but the door seemed to be poured together with the space, so he began to try to break the door lock again, using tools to pry the crack of the door, he slapped the door hard, as if he was trying to get out of trouble, but to no avail.

The person inside the door finally gave up on this futile attempt, he patted the crack of the door hard, shouting something through the door - but from outside the door, he could only hear some vague ethereal noises, and he couldn't hear a single word clearly.

Duncan looked at all this in shock and dazedness, looking at the "self" trapped in the room, he knew what the person inside the door wanted to do - his eyes slowly fell on the doorknob next to him.

The doorknob is within easy reach.

From here, the door might be very easy to open.

However, he just looked at the handle and did not take the next step.

The man trapped in the room seemed to be frustrated, and he finally yelled at the door again, and after finding that his voice could not reach the door at all, he ran back to the desk, bent down and quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, and then quickly ran back and showed the paper to Duncan.

Through the crack in the door, Duncan saw a string of scribbled words on the paper: "Help me!" I'm stuck in this room! The windows and doors won't open!

Duncan suddenly laughed.

His smile fell through the gap in the eyes of the "Zhou Ming" trapped in the room, and the latter finally slowly opened his eyes wide, as if he was stunned, and as if he was gradually annoyed by being ridiculed.

In the next second, the pirate sword in Duncan's hand suddenly poked forward, passed through the narrow crack in the door, and stabbed directly into the body of "Zhou Ming" opposite the door.

The latter was pierced by the blade of the sword, and when he opened his mouth, he seemed to be screaming, and in the vagueness it seemed that a series of hoarse and noisy noises came into Duncan's ears, but Duncan was not moved at all, but he held the hilt of the sword harder and stabbed forward, and said softly close to the door:

"If you can't write Chinese, you can not write."

Pigeon Ai, who had been silent all the way, suddenly flapped his wings at this time and made a hoarse sound: "This is an illusion, what are you hiding?"

In the next second, the figure on the other side of the door suddenly began to melt like a wax figure, and quickly dissipated into the distorted and confused light and shadow, and the room that looked extremely real and familiar quickly faded away from its disguise, taking on its true true face in Duncan's eyes: a dim and old cabin, empty, and dusty in the dilapidation of time and solidification.

The sword in his hand felt empty, as if it was just air that pierced from the beginning.

Is this "extra door" just a cabin?

Duncan unexpectedly observed the situation on the other side of the door crack, but this time, no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be just an ordinary cabin.

But ...... Is the cabin really "real"?

Duncan slowly withdrew the long sword that had reached through the crack in the door, breathed a sigh of relief gently, and took half a step back.

The abnormality he had just encountered was still deeply imprinted in his mind, he didn't know if it was a simple illusion or something else, but one thing was certain...... This door definitely had something weird and dangerous beyond his imagination.

If the illusion reflected on the opposite side of the door is distorted based on his own memory and cognition, it means that the danger on the other side of the door has exceeded the power of his "Captain Duncan", if it is not an illusion generated based on his own cognition and memory, but a set "fabricated" by something...... It's even worse.

Because no one in this world should know what that room looked like, and no one should know the existence of the individual "Zhou Ming".

But the "thing" opposite this door knows.

He took a deep breath.

I was right to be cautious just now, and in any case, I couldn't open this door.

At the same time, he was a little scared - because there was really a moment just now, when he looked at the doorknob, he had this thought in his mind: to open the door and let "himself" out.

"Captain......" Alice's voice suddenly came, waking Duncan from his contemplation, he looked up at the doll, and saw the doll's concerned and frightened expression, "Captain, are you okay?" What's in that door? Why is your expression so serious......"

Duncan shook his head: "It's nothing, behind this door is not where you should look - we have reached the bilge and can go back."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tried to push itThe door was to see if it could be closed.

The crack exposed by this door was really unsettling.

But the door pattern did not move at all—despite the great strength he had exerted, the door was still as solid as if it were one with the space.

Just like the sealed windows in his bachelor apartment.

Duncan thoughtfully withdrew his hand—the door would not close, but he would not try to open it further.

"Huh? Oh...... Oh, okay!" Alice didn't care about the captain's attempt to close the door, she was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, with a happy expression on her face, "Then hurry back, this place is quite weird to be honest, I'm a little nervous again......"

Duncan hummed noncommittally, took Alice and turned around and walked towards the "last door" that led to the stairs.

This place was so evil that even he didn't want to stay any longer.

After that, nothing more unusual happened.

They smoothly passed through the fragmented bilge, through the warehouse with inverted lights, through the dark stairs and corridors, and returned to the cabin above the waterline.

The moment she returned to the normal cabin, Alice felt a sudden relaxation in her body, as if some previously imperceptible shadow had been dispelled, and she saw that the surrounding lights had returned to their original state, and the cabin was no longer gloomy and oppressive......

The captain looked no different from before, he didn't seem to feel depressed before, and he didn't feel extra relaxed now, and the environment deep in the Lost Homeland didn't have any effect on him.

It's just that when he came back, the captain was obviously silent and looked preoccupied.

"Captain, are you tired?" Alice asked cautiously, "Do you want me to cook you something to eat?" You didn't have a good dinner......"

Duncan stopped his thoughts and looked at the doll beside him.

On the doll's face, there was a sincere expression of concern - just like Nina.

He suddenly relaxed, and the haze in his heart seemed to be quietly fading.

"Don't drop weird things into the pot this time."

"My head is not a weird thing!"

"Especially your head."

“…… Oh."