Deep Sea Ember

Chapter 43 Good Morning, Mr.

Duncan put the book back and examined the furnishings elsewhere in the house, but found nothing of value—there were very few things in this small bedroom, and they didn't seem to be used often, and the most valuable clue was the book, and two old notebooks in the desk drawer.

The

notebook was full of things related to steam engines, engineering principles, and occasionally a few complaints

about some teacher or classmate.

This made it easy to judge that there was a young man of school age who lived here.

Duncan slowly combed through the fragments of memory in his mind, and returned to the master bedroom after restoring everything in the room to its original state.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking for a while, he got up and came to the cabinet next to him, almost following the memory in his muscles to open the cabinet door and open one of the drawers.

A few bottles of spirits were quietly hidden deep in the drawer, and there were half a box of tablets for pain relief and nerve relief, which were left in the world by a cultist named "Ron".

He had a serious illness that had deteriorated to the point where there was no cure, and low-quality spirits and temporary painkillers were always in the drawer, but these things were obviously of no help in prolonging the life of a sick person.

So the man who had lost hope in life threw himself into the Sun SectThe missionary told him that the healing power of the sun god could solve all the stubborn diseases of the world and purify the body and mind of those who took refuge, and to a certain extent, those believers did fulfill their promise:

Duncan didn't know what the principle of this ritual was, nor did he know if it could really cure an incurable disease, but according to the content left in the memory fragments, the cultist named "Ron" did get better after the ritual, and further became a believer in the sun, and even donated more than half of his family wealth to the "messenger".

But Duncan didn't care what had happened between the dead cultists.

He reached deeper into the drawer, smoothly groped for a hidden compartment, and after fiddling with it a few more times, he found a revolver and a box of bullets in good condition.

The city of Plant does not prohibit citizens from carrying guns, but legal formalities are required, and a fake antique dealer living in the lower city obviously lacks the funds and identity to apply for a gun license, so there is no doubt that this is an illegally held weapon - out of caution, the original owner of this body left the gun in the room and did not take it to the assembly hall, he should have used it to protect his shop. But now this thing belongs to the captain.

Of course, Duncan knew that this was just an ordinary weapon, not to mention that compared to the "anomaly" on the Lost Home, even his seemingly backward flintlock gun on the ship might have the special power of this revolver - but he was a real person, he knew that when he acted in the city of Prade, he was not as good as on a ship, and his body was flesh and blood, and many parts of the city could not be said to be safe.

After all, he couldn't let the pigeons pigeons do anything—Ai's movement was too loud, and it could easily attract unnecessary attention from the church forces in the city.

At this moment, a slight sound suddenly caught Duncan's attention.

He heard the sound of keys rubbing from the door of the store on the first floor, followed by the movement of the door opening and the sound of hurried footsteps.

Duncan quickly put the revolver away close to his body, and at the same time noticed that it was already dawn outside the window - he had been busy in this antique shop all night, and Pigeon Ai suddenly pressed on his shoulder: "You have a new short message!"

"Quiet," Duncan immediately glanced at the pigeon, and said quickly as he walked to the door, "You stay in the room first and wait for my orders." Also, if there are outsiders present, do not speak.

Aye immediately flapped his wings and flew to the nearby cabinet: "Aye captain!

Duncan quickly left the room, and just as he walked to the staircase, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps already stepping on the steps, and then a young and hurried girl's voice came from below: "Uncle Duncan? Are you back?

In the next second, a girl with long dark brown hair wearing a long brown dress and a white shirt came into Duncan's sight.

The girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, her hair seemed to be stained with a little morning dew, her appearance was not too prominent, but she had the youthful beauty that should be at this age, she stared wide-eyed at Duncan standing at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, her face was surprised and surprised.

Duncan didn't respond, he just stood silently on the second floor, the sunlight shining in from a narrow window behind the stairs against his figure, making his expression hidden in a haze, he just looked at the girl silently for a few seconds, and finally slowly spoke: "What did you call me just now?"

"Duncan...... Uncle? The girl had a moment of surprise on her face, and then she became slightly nervous, she held on to the handrail of the stairs next to her, peeking cautiously, as if she wanted to see the expression on the face of the middle-aged man upstairs in the backlight, "What's wrong?" You ...... Are you drinking again? You haven't been home for days...... I just saw the lights on the first floor......"

The girl's expression and voice fell into Duncan's eyes and ears, and she obviously didn't know how to hide her emotional reaction (or didn't expect it at all).

According to the memories he devoured, this girl should be the "niece" of the original owner of his body and his only relative.

Duncan was vaguely sure that the girl didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and she didn't realize that "Uncle Duncan" in her mouth was a wrong title from the beginning.

What went wrong? Why did this girl, who theoretically impossible to know his secret, call out the word "Duncan" so naturally?

At the same time, Duncan also found a little bit of information corresponding to this girl in the fragments of memory in his mind - the child with dark brown hair, the last person of his body who still has nostalgia for himself in the world.

"Nina," Duncan's expression remained unchanged, his tone was flat, and the thought storm in his mind did not show at all, "You lived at school yesterday?"

"I've been living at school these days," the girl at the bottom of the stairs replied immediately, "I thought you would stay outside for at least a week like before, so after packing up your house, I went to borrow it from my classmates...... Mrs. White, who manages the dormitory, agreed. Today, I suddenly found a book left at home, so I rushed back...... Are you okay? I feel like you...... Weird ......"

"I'm fine, but I didn't wake up a little just now."

Duncan responded naturally, and then walked towards the first floor, he already had some extreme and outrageous conjecture in his mind, and now he had to confirm it.

He passed by Nina by mistake, and the young girl on the stairs looked into Duncan's eyes curiously while turning her body sideways, and when the latter was almost about to walk to the first floor, she suddenly asked, "Uncle Duncan, are you going out after that?" You ...... Staying at home for a few more days? ”

“…… Depending on the situation, Duncan didn't look back, because he wasn't sure if the expression on his face was natural enough, he was just answering the "niece's" question in the tone he should have in his memory, "I'll go to the door to take a look, if there's nothing wrong, I'll be at home these days."

"Ah okay, then I'll go back to buy groceries, there aren't many ingredients at home......"

The girl said quickly, and ran upstairs with her steps fast, and her tone was also light.

Duncan had already walked to the door of the store, he took a soft breath and pushed the door open.

He turned around and looked up at the sign hanging at the door of the store, and on the old and dirty sign, a line of letters clearly came into view: Dunkin' Antique Shop.

The first few letters are as old as the letters that follow, and there is no sign of temporary modification at all, as if it had been so from the beginning.

Duncan frowned and slowly came to the window next to him, leaning forward and observing his face through the picture reflected by the dirty glass.

It was indeed a strange face, not the majestic and gloomy ghost captain, but the face of a middle-aged man with a bushy beard, sunken eye sockets, and a tired complexion, belonging to a cultist named Ron who was already choking in the sewers.

Duncan straightened up little by little, he heard that the city was slowly becoming active around him, the crisp sound of bells colliding came from the door of the street-facing shop that opened in the early morning, the sound of bicycle bells and the sound of passers-by talking gradually filled the streets, and someone passed by in front of the antique shop, which seemed to be a neighbor living next door, and a greeting voice came into Duncan's ears:

"Good morning, Mr. Duncan—have you read today's newspaper? The Deep Sea Church seems to have destroyed a large cultist's den, which is really a big deal!