Duncan stared for a long time at the great scar in the sky that emitted a dim glow, as if he wanted to discern some detail from the chaotic flow of light and mist, to confirm the astonishing conjecture in his mind—

Is the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Ship the creation of the world?

If there is subspace outside the bottom of the ship, is the creation of the world also part of the subspace? Or at least there is some connection?

But in the end, he couldn't see any clues, and the conjecture in his mind could only be conjecture.

The scar was too far away to see more detail even with the telescope, and from what was currently visible, it was only a little speciously "close" to the exterior of the bottom of the Lost Land, not so much similar as the two, but rather that his nerves were too tense after exploring the bilge to be suspicious of anything.

Duncan spent a long time on the deck blowing the sea breeze, thinking and slowly calming his mood, he was also paying attention to the movement on the goat's head, and found that his "first mate" seemed to have calmed down, and was seriously controlling the Lost Country at the moment.

But Duncan was keenly aware of a faint tension permeating the ship—a tension that seemed to have no source and that permeated the whole "living" ghost ship, its towering masts, its staggered sails, its cables stacked on deck...... These things that were silent in the darkness seemed to be coming from nervous and suppressed whispers, discussing the matter of "that door".

This is the first time Duncan has perceived the emotional changes of this "ship" directly from his mind.

It seems that after returning from the bilge, his connection with the ship deepened even further.

Now, the whole ship was watching the captain, watching for something unusual after he had spied on the other side of the door.

The evening breeze was blowing, Duncan took a deep breath, and slowly walked in the direction of the captain's quarters, his fingers tapping lightly on the handrail on the side of the ship, as if talking to himself, "Relax, this matter is uneventful." ”

This time, he finally felt the change more clearly: the tension that filled the ship had slowly subsided, the ropes had ceased to be tight, the sails had been raised, and the slight creak from below deck had subsided.

The ship seems to have finally been confirmed, and the captain is still the captain.

Duncan returned to the door of the captain's quarters, but instead of pulling the door to enter as usual, he hesitated a little and then grasped the doorknob and, with a slight force, pushed the door open.

The door opened, and inside was a surging black mist.

Duncan strode towards the black mist, while the pigeon Say, who had been perched on his shoulder, suddenly flapped his wings and flew to the mast not far away, shouting as he flew, "The road ahead is broken, the road ahead is broken!" ”

Duncan glanced at the pigeon that had suddenly run away with some curiosity, but still took a step forward.

He returned to his familiar bachelor apartment.

Zhou Ming lowered his head and confirmed his body at the moment: familiar hands, familiar shirts, familiar trousers, not as strong as Captain Duncan, but an ordinary human being.

He looked up again and looked at the room.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left, not even the dust had grown.

Zhou Ming observed the furnishings in the room thoughtfully, and then suddenly looked back at the door—he looked at the door of the bachelor's apartment, remembering the door he had seen in the bilge of the Lost Country, and the position and angle of the crack in the door.

He stood in the corresponding position, first assuming that there was a person on the opposite side of the door, and then looking in the opposite direction from the door.

Through the crack in the door, you could see the center of the room, and you could see the somewhat cluttered desk, which was lined with computers and other miscellaneous items—the desk where he usually worked, reading and writing, or grading students' homework and exams.

Zhou Ming slowly opened the door a crack, and little by little, he put his eyes on the crack in the door.

At this moment, he felt his heart pound - even though reason told him that it was illogical, he still couldn't help but think about it...... Opposite the crack in the door, will an eye suddenly appear? Could it be that a ghost captain with a gloomy and serious expression suddenly appears? Will...... Suddenly stabbed in with a pirate sword?

He stuck it on, his eyes looking out.

Outside, there was only a billowing black fog, as always.

Zhou Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, he felt a strange sense of loss in his heart—there was a feeling that the expectation was disappointed, and it seemed that he had lost some fun.

He shook his head vigorously, brushing the strange state of mind behind him, and slowly made his way to his desk, where everything he had left in the room before he left, including scrap paper covered in graffiti, a sorted diary, and a computer screen that was still on even when the power was cut off.

Nothing seems to have changed.

Zhou Ming exhaled, but suddenly, his expression froze.

There are changes!

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the desk, and in that inconspicuous corner, there was now a small thing—an intricate ornament, a lifelike model, a ...... Lost Country.

Zhou Mingru was struck by lightning, and sat on his chair in a daze for half a minute without moving, he was 10,000 percent sure that there was no such furniture on his desk...... In particular, this furnishing is still a "model" of the Lost Country!

After a long time, he suddenly blinked, reached out and carefully took the "model" that appeared on the desk at some unknown point in his hand, and put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

This vivid "ghost ship" is only more than half a foot long, and the weight in his hand is not much different from an ordinary model, and at the same time, it is so detailed, Zhou Ming carefully observed it for a long time, he can even see every rope and every bucket from that deck......

Compared to the real Lost Homeland, the only difference between this ship and the real one is its size.

Suddenly, Zhou Ming seemed to think of something, he took the ship in front of him, and carefully "buckled" the door of the captain's room at the stern of the ship with his fingers, his eyes looked through the small door to its interior, and looked carefully inside.

On the miniature nautical table, there is no goat's head in sight.

Similarly, Alice is not visible on the ship.

Zhou Ming felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't know why he thought that "Alice" would appear on this miniature version of the Lost Country, which was obviously too outrageous an idea.

Maybe the appearance of the ship itself is too outrageous?

Zhou Ming held the small number of lost hometown and pondered for a long, long time.

He didn't know how the ship ended up on his desk, but it was clear that the connection between his locked up bachelor apartment and the "world across the door" was deeper than he had imagined.

The change may have occurred after he was "at the helm", or he could have happened after he peered through the crack in the door into the subspace.

He leaned back on the back of his chair and calmed his mind.

He found that he could still "feel" what was happening across the door, he could feel the loss number, he could feel the goat's head, and even ...... You can feel the city-state of Perland not far away, and feel the other ...... "shell" in that antique shop.

I don't know how long I pondered like this, Zhou Ming suddenly woke up and blinked, he looked at the ghost ship that was still held in his hand, and then looked at an empty shelf at the end of the room.

The shelf had been bought for several years, but he hadn't found a chance to fill it until the vision came, and at the moment there were only a few decorative crystal bottles on it that had been deceived and bought online, and the rest of the shelves were empty.

Zhou Ming held the Lost Country and carefully put this delicate "model" on the shelf.

After putting it away, he took two steps back, carefully examined his "results", and seemed very satisfied with the place he had chosen.

How this thing came to be here is still a mystery, but at least ...... In these days of being trapped, he was able to decorate his hut again.

……

A loud and melodious whistle broke the calm on the sea, and Vanna, who had arrived in the harbor early, immediately walked to the edge of the lookout and looked at the situation on the dock.

The entire harbor had been emptied in advance, and the once-busy port of Point was now empty, with the usual stevedores and handovers missing from the docks, replaced by heavily armed sheriff forces and church guards.

Twelve steam walkers block all roads leading to the dock area.

And on the sea outside the harbor, among the slightly undulating waves, a beautiful steam-mechanical ship is slowly approaching.

White Oak.