Deep Sea Embers

Duncan put the book back and checked the furnishings in other places in the house, but found nothing of value—the things in this small bedroom are pitifully few, and they don't seem to be used often. The clues were the book, and two old notebooks in the desk drawer.

The notebook is full of content related to steam mechanisms and engineering principles, occasionally mixed with a few words of complaints about certain teachers or certain classmates.

This makes it easy to judge that the person living here is a young man of school age.

Duncan slowly sorted out the memory fragments in his mind, and returned to the master bedroom after restoring everything in the room to its original state.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and thinking for a while, he got up again and went to the closet next to him. Almost following the memory of his muscles, he opened the door and opened one of the drawers.

Several bottles of spirits were quietly hidden deep in the drawer, and there was a half box of painkillers and nerve-soothing pills, which were left in the world by the cultist named "Ron".

He has a serious illness that has deteriorated to the point of no cure. Poor-quality liquor and temporary painkillers are common items in the drawer, but these things are obviously helpful in prolonging the life of a disease-ridden man. It doesn't help.

So this man who had lost hope in life turned to the Sun Sect. The missionaries told him that the healing power of the Sun God can solve all the stubborn diseases in the world and purify the body and mind of those who convert. The promise:

They have a bloody and weird ritual, using blood as a medium to introduce the vitality of innocent people into the body of sick believers. Duncan doesn't know what the principle of this ritual is, and he doesn't know whether it can really cure incurable diseases, but according to According to the remaining content in the memory fragments, the cultist named "Ron" did get better after the ceremony, and further became a follower of the sun with all his heart, and even donated more than half of his family wealth to the "messenger".

But Duncan didn't care what happened between the dead cultists.

He reached into the deeper part of the drawer and successfully found a hidden compartment. After fiddling with it a few times, he found a revolver and a box of bullets in good condition.

The Puland city-state does not prohibit citizens from holding guns, but requires legal procedures, and a fake antique dealer living in the lower city obviously lacks the funds and identity to apply for a gun license, so this is undoubtedly an illegally held weapon ——Because of caution, the original owner of this body left the gun in the room instead of going to the meeting place with it. He should usually use this thing to protect his shop, but now it belongs to the captain .

Of course Duncan knew that this was just an ordinary weapon. Not to mention compared with the "abnormal objects" on the Lost Homelander, even his seemingly backward flintlock on the ship might have surpassed it. The special power of the revolver—but he is a realistic person. He knows that when he was operating in the city-state of Pland, he was no better than on a boat. The body he is using now is a flesh and blood body, and many places in this city are by no means safe.

After all, he can't let the pigeons dove people in everything he encounters—Ai Yi's activities are too loud, and it is easy to attract unnecessary attention from the church forces in the city.

At this moment, a slight sound suddenly caught Duncan's attention.

He heard the sound of keys rubbing from the direction of the store door on the first floor, followed by the sound of opening the door and hurried footsteps.

Duncan quickly put away the revolver, and at the same time, he noticed that it was already daylight outside the window—he had been busy in this antique shop all night, and the pigeon Ay suddenly pressed on his shoulder: "Do you have any questions?" New short message!"

"Quiet," Duncan glanced at the pigeon immediately, and said quickly as he walked towards the door, "You stay in the room first, and wait for my order. Also, if there are outsiders present, don't open your mouth."

Aye immediately flapped his wings and flew to a nearby cabinet: "Aye captain!"

Duncan left the room quickly, and just when he reached the stairs, he heard the hurried footsteps had already stepped on the steps, and then, a young and hurried girl's voice came from below: "Duncan Uncle? Are you back?"

In the next second, a girl with long dark brown hair in a long brown skirt and white shirt came into Duncan's sight.

The girl looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, thin and small, her hair seemed to be covered with a little morning dew, her appearance was not too outstanding, but she had the youthful beauty that should be expected at this age, she stared at the standing Duncan at the stairs on the second floor had a look of surprise and surprise on his face.

Duncan didn't respond, he just stood silently on the second floor, the sunlight coming in from a narrow window behind the stairs was against his figure, making his expression hidden in the haze, he just looked at the girl silently. After several seconds, I finally spoke slowly: "What did you call me just now?"

"Duncan...Uncle?" The girl's face was surprised for a moment, and then she became slightly nervous. She held on to the handrail of the stairs next to her and carefully peeped, as if she wanted to see the middle-aged man upstairs in the backlight. The expression on the face, "Is there something wrong? You... have you been drinking again? You haven't been home for several days... I just saw the light on the first floor..."

The girl's expression and voice fell into Duncan's eyes and ears. She obviously didn't know (or didn't think at all) to hide her emotional reaction.

According to the memory he swallowed, this girl should be the "niece" of the original owner of his body, and also his only relative.

Duncan was vaguely sure that the girl didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, and didn't realize that the "Uncle Duncan" she said was a wrong title from the beginning.

What went wrong? Why would this girl who theoretically couldn't possibly know his secret call out the word "Duncan" so naturally?

Numerous conjectures quickly surged in his heart. At the same time, Duncan also found a little bit of information corresponding to this girl in the memory fragments in his mind - the child with dark brown hair, the original owner of his body was in the human body. The last figure in the world who still has nostalgia.

"Nina," Duncan's expression remained unchanged, his tone was flat, and the storm of thinking in his head was completely unexpressed, "you lived at school yesterday?"

"I've been living in school these days," the girl under the stairs replied immediately, "I thought you would stay outside for at least a week like before, so after packing up the house, I went to borrow it from my classmates... the manager of the dormitory Mrs. White agreed. Today I suddenly found out that there was a book left at home, so I rushed back...Are you okay? I feel you...strange..."

"I'm fine, I just didn't wake up just now."

Duncan responded naturally, and then walked towards the first floor. Some kind of extremely outrageous conjecture had already appeared in his mind, and now he had to confirm it.

He passed by Nina, and the young girl on the stairs turned her body sideways while looking into Duncan's eyes curiously. When the latter was about to reach the first floor, she suddenly asked, "Uncle Duncan, Do you still go out later? Do you... want to stay at home for a few more days? "

"...Depends on the situation," Duncan didn't turn his head, because he wasn't sure if the expression on his face was natural enough, he just answered the "niece"'s question with the tone he should have in memory, "I'll go Look at the door, if there is nothing wrong, I will be at home these days."

"Ah ok, then I'll go back to buy vegetables, the ingredients at home are running out..."

The girl ran up the stairs as she spoke quickly, with fast steps and a certain lightness in her tone.

Duncan had already reached the door of the shop. He took a light breath and pushed the door open.

He turned around and looked up at the sign hanging at the door of the store. On the old and dirty sign, a line of letters clearly came into view: Duncan Antique Store.

The first few letters are as old as the ones that follow, and there is absolutely no sign of temporary modification, as if it has been so from the beginning.

Duncan frowned, and slowly came to the next window, he leaned forward, observing his own face through the picture reflected in the dirty glass.

It was indeed a strange face. It did not belong to the majestic and gloomy ghost captain, but the face of a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard, sunken eye sockets and a tired look. Ron's cultist.

Duncan straightened up a little bit. He heard the urban area slowly becoming active around him. There was the crisp sound of bells colliding at the door of the street-facing shops that opened in the early morning. The sound of bicycle bells and the sounds of passers-by talking gradually filled the street. Passing by in front of the store, it seemed to be the neighbor who lived next door, and a greeting came to Duncan's ears:

"Good morning, Mr. Duncan—have you read today's newspaper? The Church of the Deep Sea seems to have destroyed a large den of cultists. This is really a big event!"