Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 192

[Chapter 192 Nonlinear Existence, and Preparations for the City-State]

The puppet once again braved the wind and waves to return to the Lost Country, and seemed a little frightened—and after listening to the messy description of this embarrassing puppet, Duncan also His eyes widened in astonishment.

“Disappeared? Disappeared out of thin air right in front of your eyes?” Duncan stared at Alice dumbfounded, and then looked at the lifeboat beside the side that had just been hoisted by the winch to the side of the ship—there were still remnants of the boat that had been used before. The ropes that bound those last missionaries, but the cultists who were once bound are long gone.

“That’s right! It’s gone all at once! There’s not even a sound!” Alice explained her bizarre experience to Duncan with gestures, “The moment the sun fell, they disappeared, just like It has never existed before…”

“The moment when the sun shines and disappears without a sound…” Duncan frowned, he imagined countless ways for those missionaries to escape or resist, but he didn’t expect that the other party would be so out of thin air Disappeared, which made many of his preparations useless, “I can understand them even if they jump into the sea, at least they are soluble in water, how is this soluble in sunlight… Could it be related to the sun? The sun’s Will the ability to suppress make them unable to survive in the real world?”

“I don’t know.” Alice stared confidently.

“I didn’t ask you either,” Duncan glanced at the puppet, “then what happened before they disappeared? What did they say? Did they perform some weird ritual?” “They… just kept

thinking Nagging, talking about the subspace, the promised land, the reincarnation of the doomed end-time rebirth, etc.,” Alice rubbed her head, and then suddenly remembered, “Oh, right! What does a cultist say?” Another day of ours is over…”

“Is their ‘another day’ over?” Duncan frowned suddenly, and then for some reason, he thought of what a final missionary had said to himself before—

they Hide in accursed history.

Some outrageous conjectures popped up, but thinking about the ghost state of this even more outrageous world, it seems that no matter how outrageous things are, they are not so outrageous.

“Captain?” Alice saw Duncan frowned and thought about it for a long time and ignored her, and finally couldn’t help but ask, “What did you think of? You…” “

It’s nothing,” Duncan shook his head, as if talking to himself, He muttered again as if sighing softly, “It’s just that I suddenly had a crazy idea. Those so-called final missionaries… I’m afraid they don’t exist nonlinearly…” “Nonlinear existence?” Alice was stunned for a moment, her limited

brain Capacity and knowledge reserves prevented her from following the captain’s train of thought, “What does that mean?” “

…You better stop asking, it’s hard for me to explain clearly to you with your intelligence,” Duncan glanced at Alice, After hesitating for two seconds, he still shook his head, “It’s just that I suddenly wanted to understand one thing, why did the book Morris gave me say that the final missionary is the most mysterious and hardest to be discovered and captured? Cultists… this is outrageous.”

This is outrageous—Duncan repeated in his mind.

Hiding in the abnormal historical flow, it is a non-linear existence itself, and travels through reality with the alternation of day and night. Unless you kill it on the spot, you will never be able to arrest a final missionary who was captured yesterday—this is what he did according to the existing clues. Astonishing facts speculated.

In contrast, those Sun Cultists who are equally ferocious and dark, but in fact mostly composed of mobs, seem ordinary and kind-although they also have the “constant transformation from ordinary people due to the influence of creeping sun discs.” Come here” has a weird characteristic, but it’s not evil to this extent anyway.

But then again… If the preachers in the end are really “non-linear existence” as he guessed, how did they become this state? Ordinary human beings…how can they separate themselves from the normal flow of time and become a kind of “slice creature” that is discontinuous in time?

Just because they follow the Warp… and thus receive the insane “blessing” of the Warp?

“Captain, you are in a daze again…”

Alice’s voice came again, and the puppet was looking at Duncan worriedly.

“I’m fine.” Duncan exhaled lightly, and put away those messy thoughts. He felt that it was too early for him to brainstorm. After all, he was also in contact with those subspace believers for the first time, and it was the most outrageous to do so rashly The speculation is useless.

He turned his attention back to Alice.

“Did you see the note I gave you?” He said casually.

“I see!” Alice immediately nodded happily, “I was startled when I first saw the box, thinking you told me not to go back, and I was relieved when I saw the note…but I didn’t read it. I understand the words on it, but I understand your painting…”

The corners of Duncan’s mouth trembled, and he said that the movement in his heart after writing that note really came in handy, and this puppet is really illiterate: “…You really can’t read.”

“I can’t read!” Alice said with the same righteousness as before, “I have been lying in the box for so many years, and I can accumulate some common sense of life by ‘listening’. Read the words clearly…”

Duncan: “…”

“Captain, what are you thinking?”

“I suddenly thought… I don’t know if it is feasible to hold a cram school on the Lost Home or an antique shop,” Duncan sighed. “Counting you, I already know two illiterates—if you count the dogs, there will be three, enough to set up a study group.”

Alice thought for a while: “What is a cram school? What is a study group?

” …I’ll explain it later,” Duncan waved his hand, and then his expression became a little more serious, “Let’s talk about the ‘test’ before. The three cultists were all normal before they disappeared, right? Including sending the box over After that, they were not affected in any way?”

“It must be normal, their heads are on their necks, I can see clearly.”

Duncan curled his fingers against his chin, looking at Alice thoughtfully.

Although those final missionaries have weird characteristics, they certainly do not have the power or “extraordinary resistance” of saints. After all, Shirley can kill three people by beating people with a dog, which shows that their flesh and blood can also be destroyed “Conventional substances”, at best, have a tolerance for pain that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

But now, the three final missionaries stayed by Alice’s side for such a long time, but they were not affected in any way, that is to say… the effect of the guillotine really disappeared?

Alice watched the change in Duncan’s face, no matter how slow she was, she finally came to her senses at this time, she approached cautiously, raised her face, with a faint expectation on her face: “Captain… Did my ‘test’ pass? ? Can you take me to the city-state?”

“The test…should have passed, although the weird characteristics of those final missionaries make me a little worried, but from the results…” Duncan spoke very slowly, because He was still thinking and deliberating, but finally he nodded, “Well, the test has indeed passed, and your guillotine ability seems to be under control.”

He paused for a moment before Alice celebrated. Added: “I will take you to the city-state, but not immediately – you have a serious lack of understanding of the common sense of the human world, and there are still places on your body that are easily exposed, such as your fingers and wrist joints, the former needs to make up for it Do your homework, the latter requires some disguise.”

“Yeah, I know, I know!” Alice nodded her head vigorously, she seemed not at all frustrated by the difficulties and problems Duncan mentioned, but seemed motivated “Mr. Goat Head also told me that the human world is very complicated, and there are a lot of rules when going out to buy vegetables. It said that if I want to go to the human city-state, I will definitely need to ‘remedial lessons’. What’s the matter?” If you don’t know it,

you can ask…” “Don’t ask it!!” Duncan was startled before Alice finished speaking, and hurriedly interrupted the puppet who had been hanging with the goat’s head all day long and was about to grow crooked. , “It looks less human than you, you learn common sense of human society from it? What about your brain?”

Alice said innocently: “No!”

Duncan almost didn’t come up in one breath, staring for a long time and finally holding back Say a sentence: “You… I admit that you are right.”

“Hey…”

“In short, don’t learn from that goat head in the future, it can’t teach you a few good things,” Duncan sighed, feeling that every time he communicated with this puppet, he was challenging his nerves, and even once I felt like I had a san check, “I will find some time later to give you some common sense, and help you think about pretending. Now that you have nothing to do, let’s cook first.” “Oh, oh,” Alice said

. He nodded vigorously, but just as he was about to walk away, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and looked at Duncan curiously, “Then what are you going to do, Captain?” “

I have something to talk to Goat Head,” Duncan waved his hand with a look on his face. Tired, “Things that have nothing to do with you.”

Alice nodded, turned and walked towards the direction of the cabin – with a good mood, with brisk and dignified steps.

Duncan looked at the back of Miss Puppet leaving, and couldn’t help but sigh again in his heart—

it’s so elegant when he doesn’t speak or turn around.

It’s a pity that I have a mouth…

(End of this chapter)