The small metal badge bears the name "Christo Barberly" and the identity of the captain of the Obsidian.

This badge made the atmosphere of the scene quiet and eerie all at once - in the quiet open cabin, only the sound of the heart beating was puffing.

"His name is Christo?" After a long time, it was Alice who broke the silence first, she scratched her hair, and seemed quite puzzled, "But the one we saw behind that blue door also said his name was Christo?"

"If this ship is from the Frosty Deep, then everything on board could just be a twisted copy, and every twisted thing here could be Christo, or anyone on the Obsidian at the time," Duncan said lightly, as his gaze fell on the middle-aged man on the ground with angry eyes and his hands covering his mouth, "The point is this... …… This remains are obviously very special."

"Do you suspect he's the Being?" Vanna quickly reacted and looked at Duncan in shock, "Dan...... The whole ship is obviously a distorted copy, how could the main body be here?"

「…… Everything we know about the Frosty Depths is based on Tyrion's limited memories, and even what Tyrion knows is only a partial part of the early stage of the entire Abyss Project, which has never really revealed the secrets of the seabed below a thousand meters," Duncan shook his head, "We don't know much about the situation at the Frost Seabed, and the regular summary of these 'replicas' is likely to be wrong, maybe the fakes may have hidden ontologies in their shells, or maybe each fake is a manifestation of the ontology split. Maybe even under the depths of the sea, there is no difference between a fake and an ontology at all."

Fanna listened to Duncan's words, but couldn't help but glance at Alice next to her.

Alice didn't think about it that much at all, she just looked at "Christo Barberly" on the ground curiously, and after thinking for a long time, she suddenly said, "Why is he covering his mouth?"

"People often react like this in fear," Morris said casually, "and there is nothing strange about it."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Duncan's voice suddenly rang out: "No, it's strange...... He didn't do it out of fear."

Morris looked at Duncan with some surprise, only to see the latter crouching down next to the strange and terrifying body, and even leaned close to his face to observe something carefully.

Puff, puff, puff.

Christo Barberly's heart kept beating, as if as Duncan approached, it beat faster and more vigorously than before.

Duncan noticed the change in his heart, but his attention was still on the face of the Captain Christo, and after a closer look, he suddenly discovered something.

"There's something in his mouth."

"Something in your mouth?" Morris was taken aback, and then he saw Duncan reach out and try to break the corpse's hand away from his mouth.

The resistance from his hand took Duncan by surprise.

The corpse was clutching its mouth, as if it was still consciously resisting something even after many years of death!

Duncan didn't push too hard the first time, but he didn't succeed in breaking the other man's hand - he knew that if he really tried harder, he should be able to easily crush the dead man's obsession, but before he continued to exert force, he seemed to suddenly think of something and stopped.

"Mr. Barberly, if you're keeping some secrets, now you can let it go," Duncan said in a calm voice, looking at those angry round eyes, "Rest assured that I'll take care of the rest."

The hand was released.

Below is the mouth of the clenched teeth, but in the next second, the mouth also relaxed.

Vanna and Morris looked at each other in dismay, and then they saw Duncan reach out and grope for something in Christo's slightly open mouth.

A soft and slightly disgusting touch came, and Duncan frowned, enduring the awkwardness in his heart, and took some kind of lump he had touched from the deceased's mouth.

It was a piece the size of a thumb, with a slight blue filament in the dark color, and it felt very soft to the touch.

··· … It's like some kind of meat.

It is meat that has been bitten off a larger individual.

"What is this?" Alice was the first to come over curiously, grabbed Duncan's arm and looked at the motionless, black and blue piece of meat, and then showed a somewhat resistant color, "Evil...... I don't like this stuff...

Duncan glanced at Alice in surprise, the doll lady who had been so happy would have expressed her disgust for something so quickly and clearly.

As Alice's voice fell, Vana quickly frowned, "I felt a very disturbing aura from this thing—it reminded me of some pollution that had risen from the depths of the world to the real world."

"My instincts tell me that it's best not to stare at this thing all the time," Morris followed, "and it's probably a warning from the god of wisdom. Don't you feel it when you're holding it?"

"Feelings? No," Duncan pinched the piece of meat in his hand, "It feels a little disgusting to the touch, but I don't feel the exaggerated reaction you said."

"Oh, that's normal, after all, your personality is different from ours," Maurice said with no surprise on his face, "but one thing is certain, this thing in your hand is definitely not what the real world should be, it should be the most important thread in this ghost ship......

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence.

Because everyone could hear that the beating sound of the heart beating in the air was rapidly weakening.

Duncan lowered his head and stared at Christon's chest, which was open and twisted by corrosion, and saw that the heart that had been beating vigorously before had now been stained gray, and the throbbing sound had diminished to nearly disappear in a matter of seconds, and then the heart suddenly burned under his gaze, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.

At the same moment, a low, hoarse, somewhat familiar-sounding voice suddenly reached everyone's ears, and it was as if the whole ship was sighing, "Ah, so it is......

Vanna was the first to react:

"It's the voice behind the blue door!"

Duncan looked at the body on the floor and saw that the wreckage of "Captain Christo" was melting like wax, and the remains that should have been wiped out by the sea six years ago seemed to be making up for the past six years

The moon polished generally, and almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into a jagged bone piece.

He immediately made a decision, and turned in the direction he came: "Go back the way you came."

The speed when returning is much faster than when exploring.

The group quickly passed through the eerie cabin of the open and dead silence, through the chaotic and twisted slope, and it didn't take long to return to the "captain's quarters" with the blue door.

The door was hidden, and behind it, the biological tissue calling himself "Christo Barberly" was still quietly clinging to the plank.

Vanna took a step forward, and almost immediately, the mass of creature seemed to sense movement around it, and its surface squirmed, making a hoarse and low voice, "Ah, you're back."

「…… Captain Christo, "

Vanna steadied herself, trying to calm her tone, "We have something ......

But before she could say any more, "Christo" interrupted her, "I already know, ma'am—I remember."

Despite the vague speculation in her heart, Vana couldn't help but ask at the moment, "You...... Remember?"

"If you're referring to your own death, then I remember, though only partially," Christo said in a deep voice, "I'm dead, right?" It must be dead... … The Obsidian has sunk, we have been met with storms and icebergs, we have sunk, all the way to the darkness - there is no chance of me surviving."

Duncan was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly took two steps forward: "Do you know what's going on in the depths of this ship?"

"Depths?" Christo's voice seemed confused.

"Do you remember the details of your death?" Duncan asked again, "You

Have you ever fought with anything? Did anything else happen on board after sinking into the deep sea?"

Christo fell silent, as if in thought, and then a slightly regretful voice came from the mass of biological tissue: "Sorry, I don't remember these details, I only remember...... The ship was sinking, sinking, very, very long, everybody was dead, and I should have died, but I had been drifting in the dark, it was cold, my vision was dark, I seemed to be looking for something in the dark, and I don't know how long this state of chaos lasted - when I had memories again, I was knocking on this door."

Duncan exchanged glances with the others.

"Captain Christo" has no reason to lie.

The captain was only aware of the fact that he was dead, but he did not remember what had happened in the depths of the Obsidian, nor did he know about the death of his "other self" in the strange space of the bilge, nor the origin of the mysterious piece of flesh.

The clue seems to be broken.

But Duncan glanced down at his palm—the dull lump of flesh still lying quietly in his palm.

He has already made a very important gain.