Duncan put the book back and examined the furnishings elsewhere in the room, but found nothing of value—the little bedroom had very few things and didn't seem to be used very often, the most valuable clues being the book and the two old notebooks in the desk drawer.

The notebook was full of steam mechanics and engineering principles, interspersed with occasional complaints about some teacher or some of his classmates.

It's easy to tell that it's a young man of school age who lives here.

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

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

A few bottles of spirits were quietly hidden in the depths of the drawer, along with half a box of pain-relieving, nerve-soothing pills, which were left behind by a cultist named "Ron".

He had a serious illness that had deteriorated to the point of no cure, and low-quality spirits and painkillers that worked for a while were the usual things in the drawer, but these things obviously did nothing to prolong the life of a sick man.

So the man, who had lost hope in life, threw himself into the Cult of the Sun, and the missionaries told him that the healing power of the Sun God could cure all the ills of the world and purify the body and mind of the converted, and to a certain extent, the Cultists did fulfill their promise:

Duncan doesn't know what the principle of this ritual is, and he doesn't know if it can really cure an incurable disease, but according to the content left in the memory fragments, the cultist named "Ron" did get better after the ceremony, 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, found a hidden compartment, and after fiddling with it a few more times, found a revolver, and a box of bullets in good condition.

The city-state of Plande does not prohibit citizens from owning guns, but requires legal formalities, and a fake antique dealer living in the lower city obviously lacks the funds and identity to obtain a gun license, so there is no doubt that this is an illegal 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 it belongs to the captain.

Of course, Duncan knew that this was just an ordinary weapon, not to mention that compared to the "anomalous object" on the Lost Land, even the seemingly backward flintlock pistol on the ship might have special powers that surpassed this revolver - but he was a realistic person, and he knew that he was not as good as the ship when he was operating in the city-state of Purland, and the body he was using now was flesh and blood, and many parts of the city were by no means safe.

After all, he couldn't let the dove take the dove for anything—Aye's movement was too great to attract the unwanted attention of the church power in the city.

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

He heard the sound of keys rubbing against each other coming from the direction of the shop on the first floor, followed by the sound 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 dawning outside the window—he had been busy in the antique shop all night, and the pigeon Ay suddenly pressed on his shoulder: "You have a new message!" ”

"Quiet," Duncan said as he glanced at the pigeon at once, and said quickly as he walked towards the door, "you stay in the room and wait for my orders." Also, if an outsider is present, don't open your mouth. ”

Ay immediately flapped her wings and flew to the nearby cabinet: "Aye captain! ”

Duncan walked quickly out of the room, and just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps on the steps, followed by a young and hurried girl's voice from below: "Uncle Duncan? Are you back? ”

In the next second, a girl with long dark brown hair in a long brown dress and 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 at Duncan who was standing at the staircase 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, so that his expression was hidden in the haze, he looked at the girl silently for several seconds before finally slowly speaking: "What did you just call me?" ”

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

The girl's expression and voice fell on Duncan's eyes and ears, and she clearly didn't know how to hide her emotional reaction (or didn't think of 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 certain that the girl didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was saying, and didn't realize that "Uncle Duncan" was a misappellation from the start.

What went wrong? Why did this girl, who theoretically could not have known his secrets at all, call out the word "Duncan" so naturally?

Numerous conjectures quickly surged in his heart, and at the same time, Duncan also found a little bit of information corresponding to this girl in the memory fragments in his mind - the child with dark brown hair, the last and more nostalgic figure of the original owner of his body in the world.

"Nina," Duncan's expression remained unchanged, his tone was flat, and the brainstorming in his head was completely unexpressed, "You lived at the school yesterday?" ”

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

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

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

He and Nina staggered by, and the young girl on the stairs looked at Duncan curiously as she turned to the side, and when the latter was almost on the first floor, she suddenly asked, "Uncle Duncan, are you going out later?" You...... Want to stay at home for a few more days? ”

“…… It depends," Duncan didn't look back, for 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 remembered as it should be, "I'll just go to the door and take a look, if it's okay, I'll be at home for the past few days." ”

"Ah okay, then I'll go back and buy vegetables, there are not many ingredients at home......"

The girl scurried up the stairs as she spoke, her steps swift and her tone tinged with a certain lightness.

Duncan had already reached the door of the shop, and he took a soft breath and pushed the door open.

He turned and looked up at the sign hanging in front of the store, and on the old and dirty sign, a line of letters clearly came into view: Duncan Antique Store.

The first few letters are as old as the ones that follow, and there is no sign of temporary modifications, as if they had been from the beginning.

Duncan frowned, and slowly made his way to the next window, leaning forward, observing his face through the dirty glass.

It was indeed a strange face, not of the majestic and gloomy ghost captain, but of the face of a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and sunken eyes, a tired face, a cultist named Ron, who had been suffocating in the sewers.

Duncan straightened up a little, he heard the city slowly coming alive around him, the crisp sound of bells colliding in front of the street shops that opened in the early morning, the sound of bicycle bells and the sound of passers-by talking gradually filled the street, someone passed by in front of the antique store, it seemed to be the neighbor who lived next door, and the sound of greeting came to Duncan's ears:

"Good morning, Mr. Duncan—have you read today's paper? It looks like the Deep Sea Church has smashed a big cultist den, and that's a big deal! ”