This door leads to the Lost Country.

The letters on the door frame are cast in brass, looking as if a century has passed, and under the reflection of the spiritual lantern and the chaotic glimmer that permeates the entire cabin, every line of the letters seems to be plated with a layer of frozen time, revealing a simple and mysterious taste.

Duncan stared at the line for several seconds, then turned away with a blank face.

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

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

But just then, a slight knock suddenly came, and he stopped.

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

Duncan stopped where he was, staring at the wooden door with a serious face, and he waited patiently for several seconds, when suddenly he heard two more knocks—faint and faint, as if the door was wrapped in something invisible, but it was not an illusion.

After a short but intense weighing, he finally returned to the door, and Alice followed, nervously watching for what might happen next.

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

The door was hidden, as if someone had left it in a hurry and forgot to close it, and it was as if some "thing" inside had deliberately left a crack in the door to attract the blind to visit.

Duncan picked up the lantern and looked cautiously inside, his eyes peering through the crack in the door to see what was happening on the other side—his other hand was already holding his sword against the crack in the door, ready to stab at anything that came out of it.

However, he never thought of what he would see—

On the other side of the door was a room.

A small room, which looks like it has been around for a few years, the wallpaper on the wall is dull and wrinkled, and the slightly cluttered furnishings seem to have not been 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 ornament.

A tall, thin figure was hunching at the desk with a book, the figure was wearing a white shirt bought from an ordinary stall, his hair was messy and unkempt, and his body that was obviously not exercising much looked a little thin.

Duncan's gaze looked through the crack in the door, staring at everything that was familiar "over there", staring at the room, staring at the figure who was sitting on the desk, and the figure seemed to suddenly feel something, he stopped writing, looked up suddenly, got up and ran to the door.

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

Duncan stared at him too, staring at that familiar face—it was his own!

After staring at each other for a few seconds, the figure on the other side of the door suddenly became excited, and 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 that did not move at all, as if he was trying his best to get out, but to no avail.

The man inside the door finally gave up the futile attempt, and he tapped the crack near the crack of the door vigorously, shouting something from the door to this side—but from outside the door he could only hear some vague and ethereal noises, not a word could be heard.

Duncan watched all of 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 your reach.

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

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

The man trapped in the room seemed frustrated, and he finally yelled out the door, and when he realized that his voice could not reach the door at all, he ran back to his desk, bent down and quickly wrote something on a piece of paper, and then ran back as fast as he could, showing the paper to Duncan.

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

Duncan burst into laughter.

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

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" on the opposite side of the door.

The latter was pierced by the blade of the sword, opened his mouth as if to scream, and in the blur there seemed to be a series of hoarse and noisy noises into Duncan's ears, but Duncan was not moved at all, but held the hilt of the sword more vigorously and stabbed forward, leaning close to the door and whispering:

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

Aiye, who was silent all the way, suddenly flapped his wings at this time and made a hoarse voice: "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 light and shadow, and the room that seemed so real and familiar quickly faded its disguise, revealing Duncan's true appearance: a dim and old cabin, empty and dusty in the dilapidated decay of time and solidification.

There was an empty touch from the saber in his hand, as if it had pierced only air from the beginning.

This "extra door" is just a cabin opposite it?

Duncan unexpectedly observed the situation on the other side of the door, 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 his sword from the crack in the door, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a half-step back.

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

If the illusion reflected on the other side of the door is based on his own memories and cognition, then the danger on the other side of the door has exceeded the power of his "Captain Duncan", if it is not an illusion based on his own cognition and memory, but something "fabricated" the setting...... The situation is even worse.

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

But the "thing" on the other side of the door knows.

He took a deep breath.

My caution just now was correct, 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 idea in his heart: to open the door and let "himself" out.

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

Duncan shook his head, "It's nothing, it's not the place you should be looking behind this door - we've reached the bilge, we can go back." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to push the door to see if he could close it.

The crack in this door is really unsettling.

But the door didn't move—despite all his strength, the door was still as solid as one with the space.

Like those sealed windows in his bachelorette apartment.

Duncan withdrew his hand thoughtfully—the door wouldn't close, but he wouldn't try to open it further.

"Huh? Oh...... Oh good! 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 go back quickly, this place is quite weird to be honest, I'm a little nervous again......"

Duncan hummed noncommittally, and took Alice and turned to the "last door" that led to the staircase.

This place is so evil that even he doesn't want to stay longer.

After that, nothing more unusual happened.

They made their way through the shattered bilge, through the inverted lighted holds, through the dark stairs and corridors, and back into the cabin above the waterline.

The moment she returned to her normal cabin, Alice felt her whole body suddenly feel much lighter, as if some kind of shadow that had been undetectable around her had been dispelled, and she saw that the lights around her had returned to their original state, and the cabin was no longer gloomy and oppressive, as for Captain Duncan next to her......

The captain looked the same as before, as if he hadn't felt depressed before, and he didn't feel any extra ease now, and the environment in the depths of the Lost Country hadn't affected him much.

It's just that when he returned, the captain was obviously silent, and seemed preoccupied.

"Captain, are you tired?" Alice cautiously asked, "Would you like me to make you something to eat?" You didn't have a good dinner......"

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

On Miss Doll's face, there is a genuinely concerned expression - just like Nina.

He suddenly relaxed, and some of the gloom in his heart seemed to be quietly subsiding.

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

"My head isn't a weird thing!"

"Especially your head."

“…… Oh. ”