There are no words to describe the impact that Zhou Ming received at this moment.

The knock on the door was not loud, it was an ordinary movement under normal circumstances, but when it sounded in this single apartment, every sound was like a roar that shook the heavens and the earth, like a hammer smashing into Zhou Ming's ears!

His eyes widened for a moment, almost thinking it was his hallucination after a series of events and disappointments, but then he came to his senses and realized that the knock on the door was real - and it still continued.

He rushed to the door like a gust of wind and reached out to hold the doorknob, but just as he was about to turn the handle, he suddenly hesitated for two seconds.

Is it really possible to open the door? Will this be recklessly falling into a trap?

If it was the first days when he was trapped in this room, he would not have such worries at this moment, because at that time, he only thought that this dense fog was some strange "phenomenon", and firmly believed that beyond the dense fog was still his familiar hometown, but now, Zhou Ming already knew what had happened to his world - his hometown had long since disappeared, and the only thing left in the entire universe was his own hut, and the boundless deep fog ...... Only the ashes after the death of all things.

After the world is gone, who will knock on their door?

Anyway, no matter how you think about it, it is unlikely that it is a normal "living person".

Zhou Ming weighed cautiously, and the knocking sound was still repeated patiently, with an interval of three to five seconds each time, which did not show urgency, but also fully reflected the patience and persistence of the knocker, as if he was a polite but stubborn visitor who insisted on coming to visit.

…… If you open the door, it may be a trap, but if you don't, you risk missing the "visit" – no matter who is outside the door, it's a unique event that you have to figure out what it is.

Countless thoughts flashed through Zhou Ming's mind, and finally he took a slight breath and secretly made up his mind, and then he pressed the doorknob with one hand and gently brushed the door frame with the other.

Translucent illusory flames flowed and spread across the doorframe, forming a hazy barrier of burning.

After taking precautions and raising his vigilance in his heart, he used his strength, and then suddenly turned the handle, and opened the door with great speed.

There was no one outside the door, only the black mist that was constantly circling, shrinking and wriggling, as always.

Zhou Ming gasped heavily, feeling his heart pounding, he stared at the empty black mist with wide eyes, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Is it still a step too late to open the door yourself? Losing patience with a visitor knocking on the door? Is it really such a coincidence that the visitor leaves the moment he opens the door?

Zhou Ming frowned, he could be sure that the knock on the door was still repeating until he opened the door, even if the other party really lost his patience, he shouldn't just stay away in an instant.

He hesitated, and suddenly, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

It was a knock at the door—the knock came to his ears again.

Zhou Ming's eyes widened suddenly, staring at the swirling and wriggling black mist in front of him, and he finally realized that the knocking sound was actually coming from the black mist.

The sound sounded very close, as if it was close to the surface of the mist, and he could reach out and touch it, but even if he opened his eyes wide, Zhou Ming couldn't see anything from the fog, and he stretched out his hand to reach into the thick fog, and he could only feel the cold touch of emptiness - there was nothing in it.

Only the knock on the door kept repeating, still patient.

Zhou Ming slowly withdrew his hand towards the black mist, and stood quietly at the door, listening to the knock that seemed to never stop, calming the storm in his mind.

A visitor was trying to open the "hut" on the other side of the black fog, but he was blocked by the shell of the "cocoon".

After pondering silently for a long time, Zhou Ming suddenly raised his head, he thought of something, turned around and ran quickly towards the desk.

He hurriedly packed up a few things—a whiteboard marker, paper, a soft ruler, balls of thread, and many other bits and pieces—wrapped them in a plastic bag and carried them to the door.

Then he found another slip of paper and hurriedly wrote a line of text on it in the lingua franca of the boundless sea: "I hear, who are you?" ”

He pressed the note to the mouth of the plastic bag, and without hesitation, threw the bag towards the swirling black mist.

The plastic bag filled with debris was swallowed by the wriggling mist in the blink of an eye and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at the direction in which the bag of things disappeared, and even his breathing subconsciously slowed down a lot, he had never waited so nervously, waiting for "something" to happen, and even when the fire in Poland was burning, he was not so tense.

The knocking stopped, and the second after the bag of miscellaneous items had passed through the black fog, the thump came to an abrupt halt.

Obviously, the "visitor" on the other side of the black fog received the "gift" he sent out and reacted to it - but then Zhou Ming waited for a long time and did not get more response.

Except for the knocking on the door stopped, no more information came.

Until the end.

The goat's head on the nautical table suddenly sensed something, and immediately squeaked and turned its neck to look at the door of the captain's quarters—a tall and majestic figure opened the door and walked in, with a slightly heavy footsteps.

"Name?"

"Duncan Abnomar."

Duncan slowly came to the chart table, sat down in the back chair, and exhaled a long breath, as if to expel all the tiredness and confusion of his thoughts from his body.

The goat's head instantly sensed the captain's state, and he had been brewing an aria that could be recited for about five minutes to greet the captain and discuss the unique climate of the frontier by the way, but at this time he suddenly pressed back all of them, and after a moment of hesitation, he cautiously spoke: "You...... You okay? Looking in a bad mood? ”

Duncan glanced at the goat's head and said casually, "There was a knock on the door, and the pigeon was released." ”

The goathead thought carefully: "...... Does this have anything to do with Ae? ”

Duncan waved his hand, accustomed to this kind of situation where the donkey's lips were not at the horse's mouth.

"Looks like it has nothing to do with Ae," Goathead was more accustomed to it, and after realizing that the captain didn't want to say more, he quickly adjusted his mind and changed the subject, "We're almost through the fog of the Eternal Veil, Captain, shall we go straight back to Breeze, or do we have another arrangement?" ”

“…… Back in Breeze, I'll need to sort out my thoughts and discuss some things with the popes during this time—they'll all be in the city-state for a while. ”

"Okay Captain," said the goathead at once, and then it opened its mouth again, and hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Also, what do you think of what Vanna and Maurice have reported?" ”

"You mean the 'figures' they witnessed before they evacuated the Holy Land Island?"

"Yes," said the goathead, "clad in shabby robes, he looks like an apparition of the Last Missionary, but he has no contact with anyone, as if he is separate from another space-time dimension...... This may not sound like the last preachers we know as we know them, who appeared on the island of the Holy Land...... I've always thought this was unusual. ”

Duncan groaned slightly, then took out a palm-sized piece of paper and placed it on the chart table to examine it carefully.

It was something that Morris had given himself during a previous meeting in the cabin—the only piece of evidence that the old scholar had gathered when he had witnessed the suspicious figures that had suddenly appeared on the Holy Land Island.

The picture on the photographic paper is not very clear, a fine streak covers the whole frame like some kind of distraction or veil mask, but it is still possible to distinguish the black door in the depths of the cavern, and the vague white figure next to the black door.

The white figure in a tattered robe had blurred features, and only his posture and position could tell that he seemed to be watching something closely—at the black door, or at what was behind it.

“…… "This is the first time that this is the first time that there have been such apparitions that they have not communicated with people, and they seem to be busy with their own business, and they have not even noticed the heat of the fight nearby, as if they were ......."

Duncan spoke softly, "It's like a traveler in a hurry, on the way to the journey." ”

The goat's head was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean ......?"

"It's just a sudden thought," Duncan looked up, "they seem to be engrossed in their work, and unresponsive to their surroundings, perhaps...... What we see is the final survey team observing in a time stream - this is what they look like on the 'road'. ”

The goat's head opened its mouth: "...... That is, what Vanna and Morris see are the apparitions left behind by those Cretans as they travel through the flow of time? But there have never been any recorded sightings of this before......"

"Maybe it's related to the special environment of the border, or maybe it's ......"

Duncan paused, was silent for a moment, and then shook his head.

"Or maybe it's another omen."

The goat's head didn't react for a moment: "Another omen? ”

"The final survey team that set out from the beginning of the Deep Sea Age has reached the 'end of time,' which is the end of the sanctuary," Duncan said calmly, looking into the goat's eyes, "and that means ......"

He didn't say any more, but the goathead had already reacted: "In other words, we will see them at the end of time, and the end of time is the only moment when we and their time flow truly converge......"

Duncan didn't speak, just quietly looked at the picture on the chart table, at the hazy figure standing by the black door, as if carefully observing something.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he feels that the hazy figure seems to be a little clearer.

(End of chapter)