Leaving the captain's room, Duncan didn't go anywhere else, but turned around and grabbed the handle of the "Door of the Lost" again, and pushed it open

Zhou Ming returned to his dormitory.

Looking around, a familiar view came into view, and everything in the room was exactly the same as the last time I left, and it seemed like I hadn't been back for a long time.

Slowly crossing the entrance, stepping on the somewhat mottled and worn floor, Zhou Ming first came to the closed window as usual, he checked the traces on the windowsill, and confirmed the state of the window lock—although he knew in his heart that it was pointless, he still carefully completed all the inspections, and solemnly picked up the diary hanging next to the window, and wrote down the results of today's inspection in the blank part of the notebook.

The doors and windows remained unchanged throughout, and the room was never opened during his absence.

After setting this new record, he exhaled softly, and then slowly walked to his desk.

On the desk, small green sparks are crackling and jumping, and the gradually spreading flames are outlining the outline of an object little by little, and the whole outline process is nearing the end.

It was a ship, a steam-powered, mechanical ship with a beautiful white hull and towering chimneys.

Zhou Ming looked at this scene calmly, and there was no surprise on his face.

The "model" of the White Oak appeared in this room, but... … Why? Why is it suddenly here? What has changed with this ship?

Zhou Ming raised his head and looked at the shelf not far away, the Lost Country and the Pland "model" on the shelf

Still lying quietly between the lattices.

It is a well-established pattern that "objects" that have been completely burned by the spirit fire and completely controlled by themselves will appear on the desk of the bachelor apartment in the form of exact models, as is the case with the Lost Country and Purander, and the White Oak......

Zhou Ming recalled his first encounter with the ship.

It is true that the White Oak has been burned by its own spirit fire, and even the entire ship has been "swallowed into the belly" by the Lost Land, but perhaps because he was not skilled enough to control the spirit fire at that time, after the "burning" at that time, the White Oak did not become a "collection" on his desk, but only left a mark, and this state has continued to this day.

Zhou Ming sat down at the desk, quietly watching the dark green sparks jump on the table and outline the last trace of the white oak number, his expression thoughtful.

He was sure that he hadn't paid attention to the movements of the White Oak during this time, let alone actively "triggered" the flame mark on that ship, so this change was not caused by his own side - it was the White Oak, and something obviously happened to the ship, which caused the ship's mark to be activated, and even directly "activated" to the point that the entire ship became one of the "collections" here.

Zhou Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried to locate the location of the White Oak again, as well as sense its current state.

After a moment, he opened his eyes with a look of solemnity.

Even in this dormitory, he still couldn't pinpoint exactly where the White Oak was, and his vague perception only roughly pointed in the direction of the world's frost city-state across the door, and when he tried to confirm the status of the White Oak, he got a somewhat strange feedback.

He felt that the whole ship was wrapped in seawater.

On the desk, the leap of the faint green sparks stopped, and the exact model of the White Oak lay quietly in front of Zhou Ming, every detail vivid.

After a little hesitation, Zhou Ming stretched out his hand and picked up the model of the White Oak and put it in front of him to observe it carefully.

But he didn't see anything out of harmony.

After fiddling with it for a while, Zhou Ming shook his head, realizing that the status of the ship could not be confirmed here—he still had to go to the frost side to confirm the situation.

He got up from his desk, white oak horn in hand, and was about to put the new "collection" on the shelf first, but he had barely taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped by a mirror.

He looked into the mirror, and in the mirror, he was holding not the White Oak, but a strange ship shrouded in black fog and large shadows!

The silhouette of the ship is vaguely similar to that of the White Oak, as if it is a ship of the same origin, but the whole presents an unreal texture like a phantom, and there are traces of destruction and destruction everywhere on the hull, as if it has been sleeping at the bottom of the sea for many years, Zhou Ming stared at the ship in the mirror, and after a while, he lowered his head and saw that it was indeed only a model of the White Oak in his hand.

After a short period of astonishment and thought, Zhou Ming suddenly put the model of the White Oak aside, he walked quickly to the shelf, hugged the model of the Lost Country and the city-state of Purland, and tested it in front of the mirror.

None of them change in the mirror.

Only the White Oak has an eerie "other look" in the mirror.

Zhou Ming once again brought the model of the White Oak to the mirror, and looked thoughtfully at the black shadow of the ship in the mirror.

It looked like the White Oak's "reflection" in another dimension.

In thought, he slowly reached out to the phantom in the mirror.

He only touched the cold, hard mirror.

Piloting the boat alone, Lawrence watched as the towering hull of the Black Oak gradually enlarged in his vision, and the thick fog that seemed to be filled with shadows gradually enveloped him, and a lantern hanging on the bow of the boat struggled to dispel the darkness around him, but it could only outline a hazy course for him.

He turned his head and saw that the White Oak had turned into a blurred shadow in the fog - the two ships were so close when he stood on the bridge of the White Oak and looked over, but he felt as if there was a chasm between the two, and that the chasm was not a physical barrier, but somehow... A barrier between the virtual and the real.

And now he is gradually stepping over that barrier.

His mood calmed down, his surroundings grew stranger and darker, but his mood became calmer, as if all the roads were clear, and fate had revealed all his options - he was going to the Black Oak, whatever awaited him.

But it seemed that only he had calmed down, and there was another passenger on his small boat, who did not look so calm.

"Just let me go! Put a rope on me, and you can hang me on the mast!" Anomaly 077 whispered, the ugly corpse chattering from the beginning, "I'll listen to you for anything as long as it can bring me back to sleep...... Even if you let me convert to the Storm Goddess...... The god of death can do it too! I don't want to keep my eyes open anymore! ”

Lawrence finally turned his head and responded to the corpse for the first time since he set out: "Can you still convert to the gods?" ”

The dry corpse was stunned for a moment, and then immediately nodded: "As long as you let me go back to sleep, I can convert to any god in my sleep!" ”

Lawrence thought for a moment, thought of a popular joke among sailors, and smiled on his face: "Then you try to convert to the god of wisdom?" ”

Anomaly 077's whole body stiffened for a moment, and then it didn't take long for him to move slightly, and a few words were squeezed out of his shriveled throat: "I can try it with plane geometry first......"

"Even the god of wisdom dares to try, it seems that you are really in a hurry," Lawrence shook his head, and couldn't help but be a little curious in his heart, "but why are you so afraid?" I read that you are one of those anomalies that have a tendency to get out of control, but now you desperately want to go back to sleep? ”

Anomaly 077 didn't reply, but struggled to curl up into a corner of the boat, staring nervously at the green flames that burned quietly on Lawrence's body.

Lawrence looked down at his body, which was still not restored, and raised his head: "Because of this fire."

Flame? Or is it because of the power of the symbol behind this flame? ”

Anomaly 077 sulked: "Don't you understand?" ”

"I didn't expect that even an anomaly like you would understand the prestige of the Lost Country," Lawrence sighed with some emotion, "I saw a description of you in the information, saying that you had consciousness after losing control and could talk to people, but I didn't expect your consciousness to reach this level... …·· … If you weren't a dry corpse, I would almost think you were a human. ”

Anomaly 077 lowered his head, as if he had resigned himself to his fate, but never spoke again.

Lawrence didn't care about the "sailor's" reaction, he now had countless mysteries to think about, a strange out-of-control anomaly that deviated from the records, and was nothing compared to the mysteries.

So many unknowns, so many secrets.

How many years has it been since I felt this way?

As if after saying goodbye to the Black Oak, the adventurer Lawrence has disappeared from this world, and the unknown and the distant have become words in memory, until now the moment he sees the Black Oak again, the adventurer Lawrence has once again awakened from the depths of an old captain's heart.

He looked up and saw that the towering hull of the Black Oak was less than a few meters from the boat, and he steered the boat slowly closer, and in that familiar place in his memory, he stopped, picked up the oars and struck the hull.

A rope ladder was thrown from above and landed on the bow of the boat.

Lawrence turned his head and looked at Anomaly 077 cowering in the corner.

"Get on board, sailor."

Anomaly 077 reluctantly got up, his head down, "Yes, Captain." ”