Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 271 From Frost

Morris carefully opened the letter from afar with a letter opener.

On the envelope, the stamps one after another and the stamps representing "purified" silently told him an extremely long wandering journey.

With the slight sound of the paper being unfolded, lines of beautiful and neat handwriting appeared in front of Morris, and it was indeed the handwriting he was familiar with from a good friend: "To my good friend and academic partner:" From above It seems that several years have passed since the last contact. This act of alienation is really inappropriate. I feel that these years have been chaotic and busy. I always seem to be doing some meaningless things. Only recently did I suddenly realize that I have wasted my time.

"...Many wonderful things have happened recently. I'm sorry that it's difficult for me to describe some of the changes in my life to you... Frost is an incredible place. There are not only cold and long winters here, but also many things worthy of our careful study. thing

"Do you remember our last meeting about some ancient legends about the frozen seas of the Far North?

These topics have entered my mind again recently, and I suddenly feel that I have grasped some keys that can help us solve many unresolved problems in the original discussion, such as whether there were city-states on the frozen sea, and the cold The origin of many mysterious local customs

"Frost is really an incredible place, my friend. I realize this more and more clearly in my mind. There are many mysterious pasts in this cold sea that are worth exploring. I plan to see some people in history and folklore." A highly respected person in the field has plans to visit Cold Harbor in the near future, but most importantly, I want to invite you to be a guest here...

"We haven't seen each other for many years, Alice. He said that you don't hate the cold air in the north, but I think you will remember the warm fireplace in my home and my collection of fine wines. Think about it seriously. We have to stay warm." It is indeed an incredible place to explore these fascinating mysteries by the fire again...

"Are you coming to see it? Come to this incredible city-state of Duncan

Human beings' ability to adapt is truly amazing.

"Yeah," Morris nodded immediately, "The shelves on the first floor have been tidied up, the counters and stairs have been wiped down, and the kitchen has also been tidied up!"

Picking up the spatula, he gently shoveled away the remaining, less stable glue marks in the joints. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Morris' face.

This perception is clear, but it does not seem to diminish as the distance between the Lost Home and the Seamist increases.

"It's rather reserved," Hanshuang smiled and shook his head, then suddenly noticed that Alice's neck seemed to be stuck when she nodded, and subconsciously frowned, "Why do I feel the weird joints when her neck turns? The glue in it hasn’t been removed yet?”

Shirley blinked, as if thinking for a moment, and smiled slowly.

Then she fell silent, and even the goat head next to her magically fell silent, leaving only the slight sound of the scraper scraping in the room and the harsh sound of the waves coming from the window.

A vague strange feeling could not help but come to mind, but Hanshuang still reached out and took Alice's head, and took out the scraper, brush and soft cloth from the big drawer under the navigation table, and sighed,

End of studying what's going on in this idiot's joint.

"I don't think you are wasting my time," I said calmly, "Besides, I am indeed a bit stupid."

"Stop it," Duncan sighed, "Come here, you help her clean it up. If the residual glue is not cleaned, it will further damage the joints, and I see her getting stuck one after another when nodding." He couldn't help but feel a little bit. Feeling.

I can actually face these weird scenes so calmly, and even participate in them naturally.

"Then put away these useless worries, and he can continue to live happily." Duncan shook his head, "You must have encountered something that you can't learn, so learn it a few times."

"Are you deciding the next course?" The goat-headed voice suddenly came from the edge of the navigation table, "I have about one hundred and seventy very

Useful advice, I can…”

Then Miss Doll was stunned for a moment, and before Duncan could speak, she quickly turned around, closed the door, and knocked on the door.

"I, I, I don't know, I haven't thought about this, but I'm worried that it will delay, delay, drag you down..."

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"Will you teach me this, this, more, more, more times?"

Upon hearing this, Alice shook her head from side to side, and her neck felt obviously stuck and sluggish.

Homeless, in the captain's room, Duncan put his hands on the navigation table and looked attentively at the mist-filled chart and the route that gradually extended on the chart.

But it's a pity that this guy has really exceeded a certain limit, so that while Hanshuang admires the other person's beautiful appearance, he also regrets in his heart why you have such a long mouth...

Silver hair spread out on the nautical table, and the doll blinked and met her eyes.

"No, no, no, it's just a little, a little itchy, but very light." Alice stammered.

This is the Seamist. Duncan's eyes fell on this bright spot.

"I, I, I always fail to learn what you teach me, and I always mess up things and waste your time."

The goat head shook its head, as if it wanted to say something more, but just before it spoke, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door to the captain's room was opened from the outside, and Shirley stepped back. Come.

After an unknown amount of time, Alice suddenly opened her mouth again.

"hey-hey……"

"No, I don't," Duncan interrupted very skillfully before the other party started to press, "No need for any suggestions, I have my own plan."

Alice's eyes silently scanned the last line of letters in the letter, and then she said nothing for a long time.

In Duncan's own perception, he can also roughly feel the current direction of the Sea Fog, and even the general status of the ship.

She stammered, with a little hesitation and a rare sense of loss in her tone: "Ship, ship, captain, am I very, very stupid?"

"oh."

The phantom representing the Lost Home is slowly moving in the center of the chart, and the thick fog around the Lost Home is gradually dissipating as the ship moves forward. At one end of this route, it is not difficult to see that there are still people who have been temporarily left behind. The city-state of Purander, and in the mist beyond the route, another faintly glowing bright spot was vaguely visible.

"No, it's not, that, that."

It wasn't until a few minutes later that she muttered, as if to herself: "It's his handwriting, and the discussions he mentioned did happen."

"After you sent me here, you went to the kitchen," Alice said. "When you flew away, you kept shouting about Crazy Saturday and so on..."

"Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"It seems to be a bit," Miss Doll seemed a little embarrassed, "It feels stuck."

The headless doll held its own head in both hands: "Captain of the ship, here you go.

"My most trusted friend and intellectual companion, Brown Scott, 1900-12-2, written at 42 Hearth Street."

Alice immediately walked over obediently. When she came to Duncan's side, she reached out and grabbed her head, shook it from side to side twice, and then pulled it out with a "Boer".

Listening to that signature laugh, Duncan couldn't help but smile. Then he picked up a brush and a soft cloth and cleaned up the scraped glue debris.

This is Alice's voice.

Duncan's movements suddenly stopped. However, this is just a "connection" after all, not complete control like the Lost Home, so the Sea Fog can only show a bright spot on the chart, and cannot dispel the fog covering the route.

Since the last "Plague and Nuclear Twilight" mutual fire coverage, the mark of the Sea Fog has appeared on this chart.

He was surprised that this doll could still

Have this awareness and perspective.

"Today is the day, and this letter was sent half a month ago," his wife said next to her, with a hint of uneasiness in her voice. "Considering the distance between Duncan and Plante, this is quite a long time."

"But what's the point? Everyone has their own things they are good at and things they are not good at. Everyone is just a little stupid in the areas they are not good at, and you may just be bad at a few more areas," Duncan glanced at Alice's eyes, "Do you care about this?"

At this moment, a distant call suddenly appeared in his mind.

Duncan's eyes trembled and he looked helplessly at the puppet, which held his head with his hands. After a while, he let out his signature laugh: "Hehe..."

Chris held his wife's hand and exhaled softly: "Of course, it should be reported to the church, but not just to the church.

"Well," Duncan responded casually, "Where is Ai Yin?"

It's really beautiful, with a delicate and perfect face, even in a weird situation, it seems to make people ignore the weirdness, and can't help but admire this beauty in their hearts.

There's no need to knock on the door if you haven't come in yet. You should knock on the door before opening the door." Duncan glanced at the other party expressionlessly, "Is everything done here? "

"Surely if I have time."

But then he just shook his head expressionlessly: "Why are you feeling this suddenly?"

Obviously, just like these "marked ones" who have been contaminated by the spiritual flames, the Sea Mist, which was bombarded by the Lost Home, has also established a connection with itself.

Duncan was silent for a moment, then raised the scraper in his hand again.

"I don't remember this incident. It happened during these years when I was confused,"

The wife came over and held Chris's hand, "We should report that matter to the church. The content and wording in that letter may seem normal, but it is also very disturbing when you look deeper."

"Yeah, the time, the postmark, what's unusual is that the person who wrote the letter died a few years ago," Chris said slowly, "I still remember the day I received the obituary - it was also a letter from Duncan , written by one of my favorite students. This student said in the letter that my teacher unfortunately fell into the sea while taking a boat to Cold Harbor, and his body could not be recovered. "

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . The address of a strange person in the Republic of China: