Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 271
[Chapter 271 Letter from afar]
Father went to an antique store before, stayed there for a long time, and when he came back, he held a cannonball – and then solemnly put that thing on the antique shelf The location, and every three to five to seriously wipe it.
Every time I think of this, Heidi is very worried about the mental health of the old man at home.
“I’m serious, you don’t know how weird it looks,” the psychiatrist lady couldn’t help sighing again, “He treated it like a baby, saying it was a very, very special antique, and he didn’t wash his face every day I have to clean the cannonballs first—my mother just doesn’t care about anything, and I said a few words next to her, and she said, “Your father only has this hobby of collecting, so don’t disturb him.” Fan Na didn’t know how to comment
. After all, she knows nothing about antiques. The most impressive close contact with antiques in her life was when she practiced jumping and hacking with a toy sword and smashed her uncle’s vase. The fat beating is still fresh in her memory, so at this time she After holding back for a long time, I could only think of a dry sentence: “…Mr. Morris is a highly respected historian and collector. I think his collection must have a special vision in it.
” Take a cannonball as a treasure—even if the cannonball is real,” Heidi sighed, “the cannonball must be real, at least it is solid and heavy.” Fan Na didn’t speak for a
while , she seemed to be thinking about something, and after a while, she suddenly said: “Let’s talk about that amulet, Mr. Morris brought you another amulet that is exactly the same?” “
Yes, this is it,” Heidi nodded , while reaching out and pulling out the “Crystal” pendant from the clothes on his chest, “You have seen it before, I had one that was exactly the same before, but it was destroyed in the previous ‘disaster’, the monk who registered me at that time According to the analysis, it may be an item that is accidentally contaminated with extraordinary power, but usually hides its own specialness…”
Fan Na looked at the “crystal” pendant Heidi took out, with a thoughtful expression.
“Do you think there’s something wrong?” Heidi couldn’t help asking.
“…After the disaster, the cathedral was understaffed, but we still sent people to investigate the situation of the antique shop. The result was that everything was normal. There was no problem from the store’s purchase channels to the owner’s identity and background. It is clear in the file that the matter about the pendant really seems to be just a coincidence,” Fan Na said slowly, her eyes always falling on the pendant, “but I always feel a little concerned… Heidi, do you remember, I I went to that antique shop with you.”
“Of course I remember,” Heidi nodded, “Speaking of which, I really have some fate with that shop—the shop owner saved my life in the museum. , the shopkeeper’s niece is one of my father’s students, and the pendant I just happened to come from that shop… But as you said, the church conducted a secret investigation and found nothing wrong.” Fan
Na But she didn’t answer anything, just stretched out her hand after thinking for a moment: “Can you show me?”
Heidi didn’t think much, she took off the pendant and handed it over: “Of course, here
it is .” The crystal pendant with a trace of body temperature was placed in the sun and looked at carefully. After a long time, he said as if talking to himself: “There is no extraordinary aura.” “Yes, it is
just an ordinary amulet, even made of glass. , ” Heidi said, and then she looked at her friend in front of her seriously, “Fanna, you are a little too nervous, I know you are an occupational disease as a judge, but I think… that shopkeeper is really a Very good man, you shouldn’t doubt him.”
“I’m paying attention, not doubting, I always feel that something is wrong with that antique shop, but I don’t look at it in the same way that a judge looks at heresy, “Fan Na said, and returned the pendant to her friend, “But you are right, I may be a little nervous.”
Heidi put the pendant back on, and then glanced at the mechanical clock hanging beside her: “Ah , It’s already this time?!”
“Do you want to go?”
“I have to go,” Heidi said as she got up and picked up the small suitcase that was placed next to her before, “I still have an appointment this afternoon. ——It was the captain who had been isolated and observed at the cathedral for several days before.”
Fan Na frowned and recalled, and quickly found the corresponding memory: “The captain of the White Oak? I remember it was Lawrence… Is he in trouble?
” —It is normal to need the help of a psychiatrist,” Heidi said, seeming to think of something, with a slightly complicated look on her face, but she quickly shook her head, “But compared to most captains of the same age, , that Mr. Lawrence is actually doing well. I can’t say more, it’s the patient’s privacy.” “
Well, I wish you success in your work.”
…
The first thing Morris did when he returned home was to hug And kiss his wife, and the second thing is to carefully wipe the cannonball on the antique shelf.
Although he felt a little weird when he came back with this thing, he knew that this seemingly weird “collection” had a special meaning.
It represents the connection between himself and the Lost Homeland, and also represents Captain Duncan’s “goodwill” to his family members.
The incredible ghost captain always conveys his kindness through all kinds of strange ways, including but not limited to the soup stewed by the descendants of the deep sea, the cannonballs with the seal of a century ago, and the low-educated people in the counseling family. Learning words, Morris thought it was a bit weird at first, but now he has perfectly adjusted his mentality.
What Captain Duncan said was right, and what Captain Duncan did was normal.
Maintaining this mentality, Morris feels that he has fully adapted to the atmosphere of the new team.
Footsteps sounded from behind.
Morris didn’t look back, so he knew it was his wife.
“You’ve almost wiped it so that it can reflect the figure.” The graceful old woman smiled, looking at her husband, “Didn’t you say before that antiques should not be wiped too often?” “
But Not your usual ‘antiques,’ Mary,” Morris said, turning his head and smiling at his wife, “it’s part of the miracle.”
The old woman raised her head and looked at the two special collections on the antique shelf – a dagger and a cannonball. After a while, she suddenly said: “Will you tell your daughter the truth later? About this ‘miracle’ ‘, about…your new ‘identity’.”
Morris stopped his movements.
There are some “miracles” that can be hidden from others, but not from those who have experienced the miracle itself.
As the product of an incomplete “subspace prayer”, the wife has been lying on the bed in the form of human ashes for eleven years. She is very aware of this, and now she has truly survived due to the influence of the Lost Country , will naturally have doubts about his own survival.
This cannot be avoided.
So after getting the captain’s permission, Morris told his wife about the Lost Country, but he didn’t tell Heidi.
“…It’s not necessary yet,” Morris said, “Heidi doesn’t have to get involved with this matter, and whether to say it… depends on what the captain wants.”
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting A conversation between Morris and his wife.
As soon as the old scholar was about to open the door, his wife stopped him with a smile: “I’ll go – I haven’t walked around for many years, but now I need to exercise more.”
She turned and went to the entrance, and the sound of short conversation came from the door The direction came, and after a while, she returned to Morris.
“It’s the postman,” his wife handed over a letter, “it’s for you.” “A
letter for me?” Morris was a little surprised. He noticed the large stamps on the envelope and a few special ones at first sight.
He couldn’t help frowning, “I have written letters to a few friends from far away, but I probably didn’t reply so quickly, right?” On the first stamp on the ground, there was a weird look on his face.
“Where did you send it?” His wife’s curious voice sounded from the side.
Morris was silent for two seconds, then whispered, “…Frost.”
“Frost? That’s far away,” the wife said, recalling for a while, and said uncertainly, “I remember you have a friend in Frost, named Brown or Brun?” “
Brown Scott,” Morris said slowly, his tone became extremely low and serious for some reason, and his action of opening the letter opener became extremely hesitant, “like me, I am a scholar of history, and I am also obsessed with The field of occultism.”
“Oh, yes, Brown Scott, I think he is a very thin person, giving people a feeling of meticulousness,” the wife suddenly said, “He still keeps in touch with you? I remember him for many years I moved to Frost before, but before I moved, he had a real relationship with you…”
“He is dead,” Morris said suddenly, “he died in a shipwreck six years ago.”
After the words fell, the room Quiet in an instant.
(end of this chapter)
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