Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 394

[Chapter 392 Reflection]

the Frost Removal.

Lawrence instantly thought of what “Martha” had told him before—he couldn’t tell whether the Martha at that time was his hallucination, or the “sense of existence” emanating from the “Martha” in front of him. “, but the only thing that is certain is that he should go to Frost.

But how to get there?

“We’ve been looking here for a long time,” Lawrence said with a frown. “Since the last time we left the port of the city-state in the dark, the White Oak has never found that city-state—we’re going back the same way. , there is only one sea.”

“You can’t find it like this,” Martha smiled and shook her head, “Lawrence, Frost is avoiding you.”

“Hiding me?” Lawrence was stunned for a moment, “Why? ?”

Martha didn’t speak, but just raised her finger to point to the ghostly flame that was quietly burning on Lawrence’s body.

Lawrence understood in an instant. He looked down at his spirit-like arm, and said in a thoughtful tone, “So…we didn’t encounter any obstacles when we left the port of the city-state… It’s not that we left there, But the city-state is far away from the White Oak?”

He raised his head, his expression became a little subtle: “Then what should we do? The White Oak is now closer to the Lost Country than when it left the port. If the city-state has been How could I possibly find it, consciously away from me?”

“I’ll go find it,” said Martha calmly and briefly.

“Are you going to look for it?” Lawrence didn’t respond immediately, “Can you find it?”

“Of course, for many years in the past, my boat and I have always been part of this sea area, even if I have left This huge group, it won’t be aware of this in a short period of time-on the other hand, the current existence of the Black Oak is closer to the “reflection” of the White Oak, and I have not directly contacted the Lost Country Make a connection, at least not yet, Frost won’t hide from me…it’s not as ‘smart’ as you think.”

Lawrence nodded half-understanding, but he was a little puzzled: “But only you can get close to it—what about me and the White Oak? As long as we show up, it will definitely ‘run away’…” Martha

laughed smiled.

She took half a step forward, gently pressed her hand on Lawrence’s chest, with a deep expression on her face, and said softly: “It’s very simple, let’s switch positions – here, the boundary between the body and the reflection is not so clear. Lawrence

was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to ask the other party what he meant, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a slight push from his chest.

This force was very gentle, but it made him feel dizzy in an instant. He only felt that he was falling on his back. The moment before he lost consciousness, he felt that someone was supporting his body from behind, and Martha’s soft voice echoed in his ears. A voice sounded from the side:

“Take a nap, my love—then is an incredible journey.”

Lawrence fell into a drowsy sleep, but he felt that he only fell asleep for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes again, subconsciously shouting “Martha!”

However, what came into his ears was the voice of the first mate Gus: “Captain, are you awake?”

Lawrence finally woke up completely. Panting heavily, and then looking around, he realized that he was lying on the bunk in the captain’s cabin – the first mate Gus was standing aside with a worried expression on his face, and there were several sailors nearby.

And in a little corner, he also saw a familiar figure——Anomaly 077, the mummy was gesturing around his neck with a noose while no one was paying attention, but after realizing Lawrence’s gaze, he Instantly put away the rope, pretending nothing happened.

“This is…” Lawrence gasped, rubbing his forehead and muttering. For a while, he couldn’t tell whether he was in a dream or in reality. What happened not long ago fluctuated in his memory like a phantom. .

“You have returned to the White Oak, and it was the ‘sailor’ who brought you back,” the first mate said immediately, and pointed to the mummy not far away, “You have been in a coma for several hours.” “

I I remember… I remember exploring the Black Oak and seeing Martha on it… Did these things really happen?” Lawrence rubbed his forehead vigorously, then raised his eyes again, “Where is the Black Oak? It is now Where is it?”

“Your memory is correct, you did go to that ship, and the ‘sailor’ also told us that you saw Ms. Martha on it,” the first mate Gus stretched out his hand to help Lawrence up, but said Half of the time, his expression was a little strange, “As for where the ship is now… Captain, the current situation is a bit strange, I don’t know how to explain it to you…” “Strange?” Lawrence frowned, “What do you mean

? “

Our ship is out of control now. The rudder and propeller are not working. The White Oak is drifting like a ghost ship. As for the Black Oak… I will take you to see it.” Listening to the worried words of the first mate,

Lawrence The expression on his face became solemn in an instant. He pushed away the other party’s hand supporting him, and followed the sailors towards the door.

At the same time, he also noticed the changes in himself and other people—

the faintly burning spiritual body flames had been extinguished at some point, and everyone’s bodies had now returned to a living state. And the walls no longer show the state of flames burning like the Lost Homeland-everything here seems to be back to normal.

The first mate noticed the captain’s gaze and explained, “The flames dissipated hours ago, not long after you came back.” Lawrence nodded silently, he was more concerned now than the

ghost flames that had dissipated What the hell happened, so that my usually calm first officer would show such a hesitant and at a loss expression.

Soon, he left the cabin with the sailors and came to the deck of the White Oak.

In just a moment, he realized the…strangeness in the surrounding environment.

Humid, cold, as if soaked in sea water, the sky has no light at all, only clumps like strange shadows floating in the sky, there is no wind around, but there is a feeling of cold flow touching every inch of skin on the body, from time to time Weird traces of turbulence can be seen nearby, like tiny bubbles in the air.

Lawrence felt the discordant environment around him in astonishment, and vaguely realized what had happened, and when the first mate Gus led him to the edge of the ship’s gunwale, he further confirmed his conjecture.

“The Black Oak is over there.”

The first mate stood on the edge of the ship and pointed to the sea water directly below.

Lawrence lowered his head and saw the “sea” slowly undulating. The ripples caused by the White Oak’s driving process slowly spread around with a distorted and weird texture. On the surface of the sea like a distorted mirror, he saw the white sea. “Reflection” of the Oak.

It was a pitch-black ship wrapped in dense fog and shadows, with a few ghostly lights lit on the ship, which were “reflected” under the White Oak, sailing through the wind and waves.

At this moment, Lawrence finally understood what Martha meant when she said parting.

The White Oak is now the reflection of the Black Oak.

“Captain…” Gus, the first mate, noticed the change of expression on Lawrence’s face. Years of following experience made him keenly judge that the old captain might already know what was going on. “What’s going on? Why are we in the middle of the sea?” Will the reflection of the Black Oak become the appearance of the Black Oak? And the ship is out of control…”

“We are not out of control—we are just sailing with the Black Oak,” Lawrence exhaled softly, with a faint smile on his face, ” Let everyone have a good rest and recharge their batteries, we are going to a place where all problems can be solved.”

“A place where all problems can be solved?” The first mate blinked in confusion, “Where are we going?”

“We are in Go to Frost.”

…

night is gradually covering the city-state.

Two figures are quickly passing through the streets and alleys that are already under curfew.

One figure was extraordinarily tall and burly, wearing a long black trench coat reminiscent of nightfall, while the other figure looked exceptionally short. stature.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the thin and short figure sneezed solidly: “…Ah!”

Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley who was rubbing her nose: “I asked you to wear a scarf, but you didn’t— —The frosty night is much colder than Pulande.”

“It’s so cold…” Shirley tightened her clothes subconsciously, even though the clothes were actually enough to resist the surrounding temperature, she still felt the cold wind biting her bones. She was born and raised in Germany, and obviously she is not very able to adapt to the frosty climate. “I regret coming out…” Duncan

looked at the girl with a half-smile: “It’s not what you said, as long as you don’t do homework, let you Can you do anything?”

When Shirley heard this, she immediately raised her neck, and said stiffly in the cold wind: “Yes, I said it!” “The

whole body is the toughest, and the mouth is the toughest,” Duncan sighed helplessly, and then Raising her head, she turned her eyes to the alley in the distance, “Let’s go, I don’t want to deal with the guards who watch the night.”

Shirley hurriedly followed Duncan’s footsteps with her short legs, and couldn’t help herself as she walked forward. Curiously, he asked, “What are we going to do?”

“Confirm someone’s condition.” Duncan said casually as he walked forward.

“What about someone?” Shirley looked up at the burly captain beside her, “Who is it?”

“Gatekeeper, Agatha.” Duncan said lightly.

His gaze crossed the night, staring at the end of the street ahead.

A cluster of small dark green flames were burning in his field of vision, flickering on and off, as if separated by a thick curtain.

(end of this chapter)